I found out last week that one of my all-time favorite bands was getting back together to do some gigs later this year. Yes, the great Swedish punk band Refused, after 14 years apart, are seemingly playing a handful of American and European festival gigs this spring. I never got to see them in the ’90s, so I am particularly pleased with this development.
I haven’t been tweeting that much as of late—just little things here and there. But in my enthusiasm regarding this Refused news, I tweeted “Refused reunion? Now we are talking!”
Think before you tweet.
I played a show at L.A.’s House of Blues a couple of days later with the original formation of Velvet Revolver, which includes lead singer Scott Weiland. It is a long story, really, but the crux of it is that we are playing a benefit, the proceeds going directly to a friend’s wife and her two children. When it comes to the welfare of kids, old grudges or whatever are put aside. But the fact is that the re-formation of the five of us has got a lot of people talking. Good. Just as long as they buy tickets to this show, right?
Back to the tweet: “Refused reunion? Now we are talking!” It looks a little different now, eh?
Think before you tweet.
I’ve written here before about GN’R being inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in April. This event, too, has given rise to speculation and gossip.
“Refused reunion? Now we are talking!”
Think before you tweet.
After I made my little Refused remark on the Twitter, my phone gadget just kept blinking. Incessantly. It turns out that a whole bunch of people thought I was tweeting about VR or GN’R. Nope. Just tweetin’ about a little Swedish punk-rock band that I thought a whole lot more people knew something about. Oops . . .
I think I will use terms like “re-formation” or “getting back together to play some shows” from here on out if and when I tweet. That other word just causes too much of a ruckus.
I could be the cool guy and just leave my tweet where it sat, leaving a whole bunch of people wondering if I was back on the sauce again, but I have this column, and thought I could discuss this whole thing in public . . . with all of you.
Until next time, I will think before I tweet.
If you all get a chance, get a record called The Shape of Punk to Come by a band called Refused. We can tweet about it.
