
The Black Lips @ Yonge-Dundas Square (Photo Credit: Matthew Braga)
How Danny Viola Played Onstage With the Black Lips
It is Thursday, June 18. Outside, the sky is grey and gloomy; the threat of rain hangs in the clouds. Alas, the weather does not represent my attitude (which is sunny and upbeat), as I am sitting in front of the Black Lips, who I have been an incredible fan of for some time.
The Atlanta, Georgia foursome, whose lo-fi garage rock has played innumerable times from inside my car stereo, are sitting in front of me and are going to be playing as one of the headlining bands of the North By North East music festival here in Toronto. We are just off to the side of the main stage at Yonge and Dundas Square, and the four of them are preparing to play their set.
“Danny, I wish we could have met earlier. I was expecting some 40-year-old guy who knew nothing of us when I heard that we were going to be interviewed. I never thought that it was gonna be some fuckin’ sweet uni student,” says Jared Swilley, one of the guitarists and singers.
“Wow Jared, you’re making me blush. No need for all these compliments,” I chuckle.
“No man, we’re serious. This has been one of the best interviews we’ve had,” says the eccentric Cole Alexander. “Seriously man, we wish we could stay in Toronto for a bit longer and chill.”
“Ah, I know guys me too. But we’ll always have tonight, and if we were meant to be BFFLs, we’ll meet again someday,” I say.
“Danny, we don’t usually do this. But would you want to come up on stage and play tambourine on our last song?”
Holy shit. I can’t believe it. Trying not to vomit from excitement, I tell them yeah, I’d be honoured.
An hour later, I am standing on the side of the stage, waiting for my cue. My legs are shaking, I’m trying not to piss myself, and out of nowhere I am pushed onstage by one of the crew. I look at the band and they all nod and smile. The song starts, and I start playing my tambourine. My nervousness is gone, and I play that instrument like a fucking pro. It is at that very moment when I realise that I can do better than just a tambourine, so I grab a guitar and start playing this killer solo. Suddenly, girls start rushing the stage. I suspect that they were driven to madness by my sheer manliness and musical prowess. Over the screaming of the females, I hear Jared yell out “I JUST KNOW THAT WE ARE GONNA BE BEST FRIENDS FOREVER. YOU ARE THE NEW LEADER OF THIS BAND.”
If you couldn’t tell, I love day dreaming. I should have gone into fiction writing over journalism.
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The “Let’s Chat” that Never Was: Black Lips Edition
While that never REALLY happened, I am pretty sure it WOULD have if the Black Lips had only shown up to the interview. Let me backtrack a bit and tell you why, and how, the Black Lips broke my heart.
A few weeks ago, I was literally giddy with glee when Melody (Editor-in-chief – The Singing Lamb) told me that I would be interviewing the Black Lips for this website. The band was in Europe, so I went out and bought a calling card, and starting counting down the hours for our phone interview.
Finally, the day comes, and I was shaking with anticipation like a kid on Christmas day waiting to open his presents. So I stared at the clock and wait for our 11:30 AM phone interview. Finally, it’s time, and I started dialling. The phone rang for a full minute. I hung up and try again. Same result. I called and I called and I called. No answer. I was crushed. I tried to rationalize it. Maybe they were away from the phone, maybe there was a mix up. Later in the day, Melody tells me that she talked to the label representative, and another interview has been set up for the following day.
The next day, I woke up to a text message from Melody telling me that the interview is cancelled. FML.
But things took a turn for the better later on in the week. Melody messaged me telling me that I now get to interview the band IN PERSON. I love life again. Food tastes better, the grass looks greener. My life is complete.
Fast forward to the present. It is June 18, the big day. I am sitting in Ryerson’s campus pub completing my pre-interview ritual (going over notes while downing a few beers to calm my nerves). I reach the right balance of confidence and not slurring my words, and walk over to the stage to meet the band. Only one problem: they are not there. I wait a few minutes, and still there is no one. I send the tour manager a message and he says that he will be there in 10 minutes. I sigh with relief; at least I know they are not going to bail on the interview like the last couple times…
It is over an hour later and I am watching the band go up onstage to play. The manager never calls or messages me back telling me why they did not show up. I receive no messages after the band finished playing. I am shut down. Ditched. Ignored. I feel like I have been stood up on a date, ignored by those I love the most. The only person who knows what it’s like to get excited about something, show up with the best intentions, only to get blown off is this boy here. He and I are not so different. Stay strong mystery Rose Boy.

Megan Fox… I mean the Black Lips, I LOVE YOU!
While the Black Lips’ performance is okay, I stand by my belief that they would have been much better with me onstage, tambourine in hand. Maybe it was my frustration and loathing which made me not enjoy the show as much as I could have. Who knows? All I do know is that my heart has been ripped out and I will never love again. So if you excuse me, I will go cry into my pillow for the next seven hours.
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* In all honesty, we here at the Singing Lamb do love Vice Records and The Black Lips. This particular incident did affect the love though. We have faith that it will be resolved and patched up one day.
By Danny Viola