Sunday, January 22, 2012
Days of the Living Dead
My sister Tricia, the closest to me in age, bought a beat up old drum set when I was about 12, and I learned to play some basic rock beats. Dad played the accordion, so there were always microphones and amplifiers laying around. My two best friends and I pooled a few bucks together and got a Fender knock-off electric guitar, and ordered a generic bass guitar from the Sears catalog, and I also got a high hat and some cheap cymbals for my sister's drums through Sears, and we played in my basement and garage on and off from eighth grade until we graduated high school. We landed a gig somehow at a short lived youth center that started out of a former strip club called the Spider's Web. That bass came in the mail two days before the show. We didn't know about tuning guitars, how to properly utilize an amp, nothing. We just choked songs out of our instruments however we could. At first we used our home stereos as guitar amps, any dirty rocker worth his salt knows how to pull that off.
This will be the only time I go here, at the risk of sounding trite; When we were kids, it was hard to contact people that you wanted to contact. Hard to get a specific part for a guitar, bike or skateboard, or to get your feet into some real skate shoes. Hard to have any idea how a rock band works, because there is simply no one around to explain it to you, as far as you knew. Any object that was considered “some kind of band equipment” was worth it's weight in gold to us. We traveled hours to go to shitty music stores. We traveled hours just to get our hands on good music to listen too. We made broken skateboard decks work for another week, we repaired drum heads and shoes with duct tape until all they were anymore was duct tape. Any and all equipment was repaired ten times over before you would consider buying a new one. I want to say we appreciated everything we had, but the truth is we ruined everything we touched.. We thought it was the worst of times, never realizing we had it all.