Once upon a time, a band I was in played a frat party in the basement of the off-campus Sigma Chi house in Clemson, South Carolina. Wait, it gets better.
The room was absolutely packed with hundreds of young ladies and gentlemen who were absolutely smashed and positively hating the music we were playing. It makes you wonder why fraternities notoriously overpay bands to play their parties without even knowing what the bands sound like. But they do. And on behalf of musicians everywhere I would like to say: cha-ching!
Mercifully, this gig eventually came to an end. Our last note faded out. Nobody applauded. Somewhere a girl puked. As I reached down to pick up my gear out of three inches of standing beer, one of the frat boys (I think it was Chad, or maybe Troy or Bart) turned on some house music over the PA. It was Journey's Don't Stop Believing. You know that noise white kids make when they hear their favorite song? Yeah, well imagine that multiplied by about 350.
The drunken mob proceeded to shout every word to Don't Stop Believing (while glaring at the stage) at a decibel level that was meant to tell our band: "Hey fellas, this is how it's done. This here, is Steve Perry. Take notes."
So, if by chance you have a Clemson University frat boy or sorority girl on your list, get them a copy of Journey's E5C4P3. It is their official anthem.
And when they say, "Hey, like, you know this album's called Escape right? I have, like, three copies of this album." You simply reply, "Well, Trey, this is your first copy of E5C4P3. Enjoy."
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