LadyHawke in London

[lizish]

I love Ladyhawk.

 

http://theeyeofladyhawk.blogspot.com/2008/11/ladyhockey.html

 

why are people so fucking stupid?

ok, so you know how there's another ladyhawk? well there is and actually she is a lot more popular than we will ever be, so it should actually be her asking "so you know there's another ladyhawk?" and you responding "no."

she spells her name with an e at the end just like the movie that we are not named after.

she's cool, it's dance music, mostly for girls. we've been corresponding through myspace for years, like "hey ladyhawke, what's up?" and she's like "hey ladyhawk, not much. you?". it's friendly. neither of us care about the fact that we have similar names, we are obviously no threat to her popularity and nobody is going to go to one of her shows expecting to see us.

however, it seems to be a bit more of a problem on our end. it only started to come up when we were in europe and mainly the u.k., where every bit of press we did was more about her and how we had the same name (it's not the fucking same, it's similar. i know it's nit-picky, but if your name was becky and i spelled it beckee, you'd be like "that's not me", right?). anyway, people would turn up at the shows and seem pretty confused or bummed out when they saw us get on stage, which is actually a pretty common response at most of our shows, so we never really thought anything of it.

well, the other night we played in london (that's london, ONTARIO, mind you. swinging london...) and some pretty awesome shit went down. these two drunk frat boy type dudes were standing at the very front of the stage as we were setting up, kinda talking to darcy and saying things like "man, we are so excited to see her" and "we listened to (her song) back of the van all the way here" and "where is she?" and "when is she coming out?" and so on. by this point i was laughing, because i honestly thought these fucking clowns were JOKING. so we did our classic "she's just in the bathroom" line and started playing. well, halfway through the first song, the dudes yell "FUCK YOU!" and "YOU GUYS ARE FUCKING ASSHOLES!" whilst fingering darcy (not that way) before storming away. BUT WAIT! it get's better! the first thing these guys did when they got to the show was go directly to the merch table and buy fucking records and t-shirts WITH OUR FUCKING FACES ON THEM!

yup, that's right.

anyway, these guys march directly back to the table and the one guy frisbees his record at the esteemed fred squire (who was working merch for us) and leave the bar, cursing and spitting. they dropped like 50 bucks on merch for the wrong fucking band! i can't feel bad about that shit, it's just too fucking priceless.

as i always say, fuck 'em if they can't take a joke! the joke in this case being my life and my art.

p.s. sorry if this story is a bit rambling and disjointed, i am so fucking nyquil-ed out i can barely see and my hands feel like rubber spatulas.

p.p.s. i love you toronto.

[mjpuczko]

ha, that is quite amusing. what a bunch of morons.

[lizish]

Even on over the counter meds, Duffy Driediger is hilarious. There is so much mistaken name stuff in here, the guy could be a pretty fantastic writer if he wanted.

 

Ie - 2 bands with similar names, 2 Londons (where LadyHawke is I think from) and then 2 types of fingering.

[DrNo]

A friend of mine knew I loved Ladyhawk and then downloaded the Ladyhawke album on-line in a much similar fashion. He then made fun of me for liking Ladyhawk for a week or so before I hipped him to the error of his ways.