"I wonder what your mom is like?" Those were the words I heard waking up next to a girl, whose name I honestly don't remember, one morning in my bed. They changed my life and made me realize I was going about this all wrong. My band, Dry River Yacht Club, had a year for the books circa 2009. Every band member who wasn't in a committed relationship at the time was constantly meeting new people at shows and usually going home with them. Now, that doesn't mean it was like Gene Simmons, but if you are reading this, let's just say it's safe to assume you know how it goes in the wee hours of the morning.
The occasion I am describing is just one of many I found myself in, but this was the last straw. I noticed an adverse affect on the band's popularity for a bit, and I really think it was due to our enthusiasm for sampling the local cuisine. I noticed that this particular girl, whom I never saw again after that morning, never showed up at a concert, either. And this was a girl I had seen at at least twice before our "big night." So in the words of Fire Marshall Bill, here's why local bands shouldn't sleep with their fans: