The beanbag chairs thought they’d found a hip band name. Them they played out three times and each time were asked “where are the beanbag chairs.” if you choose a certain sort of name, it appears that you are obliged to furnish props.
So for their fourth gig, an opening set for The Sluks at the Bullfinch six weeks ago, they bought and brought beanbag chairs. And tried to sit in them while playing. When that didn’t work, they tried to stand in them while playing. When bassist Dorie nearly took her head off pitching suddenly out of a bag when her feet got tangled in the… beans?, the set came to an abrupt end.
The beanbag chairs are nice people and have lot of friends. They also have parents who told them never to give up. So they booked themselves another Bullfinch show. Again it was an opening set (for the fotomatics this time). Only a gleeful sadist would’ve expected till see the (non-musician) beanbag chairs this time, but there those fat lumpy fabric menaces were, filling the stage when the crowd started arriving around 9 pm.
The beanbag music started playing around 9:30– but we couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. Some recorded tracks seemed to be involved, but definitely some live vocals (you could tell because of the giggling), kind of muffled.
Then, like the miracle of a butterfly breaking out of its chrysalis pod, zippers were heard to zip and the beanbag chairs broke free of their beanbag chairs. Then they kicked the empty vessels of the stage and rocked out.
(And no, they didn’t need rocking chairs).