Hockey (and Donut fans): Rob, Billy, and Seth
Friday, December 7, 2012Donuts, donuts, they are a tasty treat/Donuts, donuts, they are so fun to eat/
Except for the sprinkles that fall upon my feet/
"Breaking Laces is ruining you," my wife comments on the first lines of my song—inspired by the warm-up band for Sister Hazel— that have sprung from by subconscious, my first words this Friday morning. Both groups, as well at Ken Yates, performed at the Tupelo Music Hall in Londonderry, NH last night.
After the show, all three acts hung out to talk to music (and donut) fans. Sister Hazel’s marquee marketer, "Tony the Merch Guy," said the boys don’t do donuts that often. (Cookies don’t count). But Merchie enjoys an Apple Fritter every now and again.
Breaking Laces, a fun-loving and funny Brooklyn-based trio that hooked me with their catchy and clever “Shopping for Two” and tunes from their new album, Come Get Some, responded to my inquiry about favorite donuts. "Boston Kreme," bassist and keyboard player Rob Chojnackie said.
While Chojnackie’s bandmates hadn’t yet arrived at the informal fan forum zone, Yates, a soft-spoken Canadian folk singer who performed before Breaking Laces, said, “Timbits.”
"I know Timmy Ho’s," said Chojnackie, who added that he’s not a Maple Frosted proponent. He was open to suggestions, though.
My wife mentioned her affinity for the Sour Cream (Plain), and then Chojnackie said he’d try one next time.
While drummer Seth Masarsky was probably loading equipment in the band's van, lead singer and principal lyricist Billy Hartong joined the donut (and hockey) discussion. He’s played a little puck, but donuts aren’t his thing, at least not that often. He had sworn them off (except for on Super Bowl Sundays) but copped to his all-time favourite: "Krispy Kreme, straight up." And the Strawberry Frosteds have also served as music to his mouth.
This interaction and my little ditty linger with me as I walk from home to my Friday morning writing spot, the Boston Bean House in downtown Maynard, MA. Donuts aren’t on the menu board (scones don’t count), so I order a breakfast sandwich (no cheese) and a hot chocolate. I sit at my corner table, and in between bites and sips, I ink the aforementioned lyrics.
Donuts, donuts, they are a tasty treat/Donuts, donuts, they are so fun to eat/
Except for the sprinkles that fall upon my feet/
(And I keep going, as Breaking Laces seems to fuel my fervor.)
But I love donuts, donuts/ They tempt me, and they tease me/
Although they can be greasy/
I know this song is cheesy/
But I love donuts, donuts/All kinds of donuts, donuts/
They are a tasty treat/Donuts, donuts, they are so fun to eat/
Except for the Jelly/
So untidy and so sloppy/
(something something –anthropy)
I’m still working on it, even though this song—unlike those of Sister Hazel, Ken Yates and Breaking Laces—won’t land me a gig at the Tupelo Music Hall
