{"id":305,"date":"2014-01-08T12:17:39","date_gmt":"2014-01-08T18:17:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/the-dregs.net\/?p=305"},"modified":"2014-01-08T14:14:54","modified_gmt":"2014-01-08T20:14:54","slug":"flawed-dregs-and-by-flawed-i-mean-dead-bird","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/the-dregs.net\/site\/flawed-dregs-and-by-flawed-i-mean-dead-bird\/","title":{"rendered":"Flawed Dregs, and by flawed I mean dead bird"},"content":{"rendered":"

The Dregs had a very busy 2013! You might have missed it, but we were asked to write a song to be a part of Joesph Scrimshaw’s Flaw Fest<\/a><\/span>.<\/p>\n

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there is a lot going on here, but it’s all hilarious!<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

If you haven’t listened to it, you can check out some of his comedy AND check out our song too<\/a><\/span>. Or, for a dollar, you can buy it and keep it and\u00a0 love it and name it George. What a deal!<\/p>\n

Not widely known public knowledge, but I was a part of the song writing process. A couple of those ‘flaws’ mentioned on the song are real life experiences I’ve had. The song ends with Rachael’s verse about working full time and going to a food shelf for food anyways. I had a coworker at a music store, with the self-appointed nick name of ‘Rockula’ (gross), who worked full time, got commissions and a regular hourly wage, and totally got sandwiches from a local food shelf.<\/p>\n

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a quick google search found this 1990s movie. I assure you, my ex coworker is not nearly as talented or good looking as ANYONE in this film.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

He was about forty, had long thinning hair he dyed black, a body shaped like a Popsicle (square at the top and spindly legs), and thought he was a rock star or something. Once at work, he mourned over the fact we (and by we I mean me) had to wear a vest, as I could have used my boobs as a selling point.<\/p>\n

Lovely guy, really.<\/p>\n

Which brings us to the verse I’ve been avoiding. The first one that Chad solos on. *Sigh*. After my first day of a new job, I got off the bus. Scared I missed my stop, I got off a little early which meant I had to walk a few extra blocks, no big deal. However, as I was walking, I walked past a front yard with a high incline and startled a bird in the grass. As it tried to make its escape, it flew underneath my foot as I was walking. FLEW. UNDER. MY. FOOT.<\/p>\n

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not actual bird, just ANOTHER dead bird I found<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

I felt the flutter of wings against my leg, and it was all over. It happened so fast… I lifted my foot and it was gone, its eyes popping out of its head in a grotesque manner to solidify its demise so that I didn’t try to resuscitate it (I actually thought for a second how I could save it). As I dismissed the idea of mouth-to-beak, I then contemplated if I should take a photo of it to put on facebook so that people would believe me. But its eyes were just… I just… couldn’t. So I kept walking. I left it in the middle of the sidewalk for some child or hobo to find.<\/p>\n

A horrifying experience for a vegetarian who loves her plants (I have a couple since the late 90s), and who hates even killing insects (except mosquitoes, those guys can fuck themselves).<\/p>\n

But it sure does make for comedy gold, though! Here’s to more mishaps I can use for future Dreg songs!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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