I work at a desk in an office. I spend 7.5 hours a day (give or take) staring at a computer screen that's 30 inches from my face. I'm nearsighted. Every day I wear a button-up collared shirt. Some days I wear a suit and tie. I am the antithesis of the rock and roll lifestyle. Yet for two glorious weeks on a tour of Western Europe, I was a rock star. A children's rock star.
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Like this, but with less dignity.
I was a Party Animal, a member of a rock and roll band for kids that's so not famous that Google will think you're fucking with it if you try to book it. We dressed up in costumes and danced around to prerecorded music in the general direction of children, or, to put it another way, we touched rock glory.
And while nothing can ever truly prepare you for the hardcore, take-no-prisoners, live-fast-die-young lifestyle of a kids' rocker, there were a few things that took me completely by surprise. Things like ...
5 You Don't Actually Have to Play an Instrument
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Like every single person in Los Angeles ever, I was once an actor. And like most actors in Los Angeles, I was poor, hungry, and desperate to pay the bills. Since stripping was not an option (thank you, Irish skin ... oh, and unimpressive physique ... oh, and general weird-lookingness), I turned to the next best thing: rock and roll (for kids!). A friend of a friend of a friend had put together a show that consisted of four performers, each playing an instrument, singing, dancing, and teaching kids about basic everyday interactions, like how to be a good friend ... or some shit. Whatever, kids will like anything. Even though it was a rock band in the loosest sense of the term, it still suffered from the age-old problem of every rock band: They needed a drummer. In a freak accident that would rival Spinal Tap, the drummer had sprained his back doing a flip off of a trampoline during the show.
Unlike Spinal Tap, our amps only went to 10.
When I auditioned for the role, the director assured me that I would not be expected to flip off of a trampoline, which was good, because that was at the top of the list of things I was completely unable to do. The very next item on the list was "play the drums." Not a problem. Also, this character was a surfer. I am paler than a freshly laid egg on a bed of new-fallen snow. Again, not an issue. What I did have was a passable impression of Spicoli from Fast Times at Ridgemont High and a keen knack for ... wait, no, that was basically it.
Good luck, bro.
Despite being seemingly wrong for the part in every conceivable way, I was cast in the role. I spent a week learning the choreography and how to fake playing the drums. All of the singing was done over a prerecorded track. I learned to dance, fake drum, and fake sing all at once without poking myself in the eye while spinning my drumsticks -- just in time for a 14-day, five-country tour of Europe. Oh, and did I mention that we performed as giant anthropomorphic animals? No? It must have slipped my mind. I was a lion, of course, because lions are nature's drummers (duh). Lance was my name, and according to a bio that I had absolutely no part in writing, I liked spending my down time "working out at muscle beach or meditating in Malibu."
So. Pretty cool guy.
4 You Will Have Real, Actual Fans
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Our first show was in Belgium near Brussels. We performed in the rec room of what amounted to a community center. We entered the "stage" from a door that led directly from a kitchen. As I waited nervously backstage among the dirty plates and day-old lasagna, I wondered, "Who could possibly be coming to see this show?" Our band, the Party Animals, was by no means a household name. This was only the fifth show the group had ever performed. Yet as I emerged from the kitchen singing to the prerecorded heavy bass line of the opening track, "It's Party Time," I was greeted by the screaming faces of a sea of children. And my God were they excited. One young girl who was no more than 6 years old was desperately trying to reach over the small crowd of children just so she could ... I don't know what ... touch us or something? It was like we were the Beatles coming off of a tour bus as rabid tweens pushed and shoved just for the chance to touch greatness. Who was I to deny this child her chance? I reached out and gave her a high-five. She fainted. Her mom promptly picked her up, took her to the back, and revived her with some apple juice.
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Too much hard rockin'.
The show went on. Every time we announced the next song in our set, the kids would scream and yell as if this was the one they had been waiting all night to hear. After we closed the show with "Rock the House," having indeed rocked the house to its fullest potential, we stayed to sign autographs. I signed "Lance the Lion" on a number of photos, programs, and other paraphernalia, wondering if the kids would be disappointed if they ever found out that the original Lance was laid up back in Los Angeles with an injury and the signature they had just acquired was a fake.
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