Since my last encounter with the clone I had become the key player* in a indie/rock/blues/punk band and, at this particular day of the year, I was due to lead out my band minions and play a gig at a shitty little pub in a nearby town.
I felt the need to run off a couple of demo discs to force on folk that attended the gig and so commenced my task. After putting 5 tracks on a playlist to burn onto some discs I decided that I needed a catchy “album” name and a good bit of cover art.
To be perfectly honest I was keen on having something really cool but at the same time couldn’t be arsed (as Countdown was about to start) so I brought up a random word generator on Google and came up with:
I thought they were all pretty shit so went with the name I had thought of earlier:
What to draw? What to create? Countdown was nearly on and I had to come up with something. Then I remembered…
I was utterly shit at drawing. Fuck!
Then I remembered more…
The Clone!! The Clone!
I opened the door to the cupboard under the stairs, “Is it Ex-mas time already” he said. I did not reply. I just dragged him out sat him on the couch pointed a gun in his face and took the shot. “KA-BLAMMO!”
DO you see the look on his face there? Ha ha ha, what a loser. Really thought I was going to kill him. Stupid clone.
Anyway, I thanked him for his efforts and threw him back in his hovel before the missus got home and discovered that there was a clone of me hiding under the stairs (for the past 2 years).
When I showed my wife the picture I just told her I had taken two images and combined them on the computer, she shrugged her shoulders and said “Fascinating”. She believed it straight away. Stupid wifey**
So, CD done, artwork completed, Countdown watched, I went to the gig.
It was pretty shit and in the end nobody would take a CD from me.
Waste of a day really.
*The Awesomeness of Me
**I don’t really mean it, babes. Don’t hurt me, please.
[The Clone Saga continues in “The Clone Saga Part 3 – Rage-ahol”]