In Their Own Words: Sunday Slacks – Brandon DuVall

Following some years of moving around the country from California to Arizona, Texas to Colorado, making music and playing as a solo acoustic act; I decided it was time to relocate to Las Vegas. Knowing full well what could be in store, I was determined to make a fresh start with a full band and have as much fun as possible along the way. So it was set...in 2003, I anxiously made the big move. In no time at all, I began playing open mics and small gigs, making contacts and immersing myself in the local music scene. Soon, the band started to come together with EJ and Jacob on guitars, Alex on bass, and Jon on drums.

As I sit back a moment, I skim through the short existence of a band in Sin City. I have always known that I wanted to play music for a living and be heard on the radio, tv, play huge concerts and the like, but there was also something more...I mean, why is anybody really in a band? Sex, drugs, and rock n' roll. Of course any and every band could tell crazy stories of insane experiences during shows and after. Things like drinking Crown Royal off a naked model or benders with a ten thousand dollar hooker (which didn't cost a dime). Even Alex had to walk around half naked one night at a show because some really hot chick wanted to buy his clothes for an extreme amount of money. You know, it was just an offer nobody could refuse.

Aside from all of those recollections, sometimes it's the strange and outlandish people who can make for some weird memories worth conjuring. I do recall one instance out in Boulder City in which we were booked to play at an outside venue. As we took the stage, there was one lady who was by herself at the very front and even before we began to play, she thought we were the best thing she had seen all night; well, probably except for a full martini glass.

After playing a few songs, we were getting into it and feeling the music but not as much as she was. She was dancing alone in front of everyone...not in the way a 50 year old lady should be either. It was more in the way a 22 year old dancer would on a Friday payday. When we finished a tune she went crazy and howled and then she said, “I'm a granny!” Now, if she was trying to turn on a young group of musicians, she must have noticed that it was working because she began to repeat it after every song.

The situation really made a turn towards creepy as soon as we finished the set. As we were heading out to the parking lot to load our gear back into the cars, she ran up to me, made out with my neck and then bit me. She freakin' bit me! Obviously I was pretty shocked to say the least. I mean, she was all over me in the most uncomfortable way and she kept telling me that she was a granny.

It was only some time later that I was able to escape her grip with the aid of a newly found friend who became my girlfriend for the evening. Poor Granny was eventually cut off by the bartenders and they thought she should be on her way. For some reason, they assumed that she was going home with me so they asked if 'we' were going to be leaving yet. I of course said yes...who could pass up such an opportunity? Boulder City, Granny, martinis...Granny. A real dream come true (her grandchild is beautiful by the way).

Well, maybe sanity prevailed and I didn't take her home, but I will never forget the near hickey I got that night. No matter what kind of outrageous things we get into, it's ultimately all about the music and reaching our goals. We have been pretty lucky so far and have already gained national attention with our appearance of Fuse and airplay on radio stations around the country. We hope that it's just the beginning of more great things to come. Visit us at www.sundayslacks.com and support local music everywhere.