I guess I'm playing a gig in September! Come on out if you're in the area.
I was outside coppin' a smoke and a guy I was in a band with 30 years ago saw me and pulled up and basically told me that a band I co-founded was playing in September and asked me if I wanted to join, at least for a song or something. Abso-fuckin-lutely I do!
It remains to be seen if I can get a handle on the material and get my chops up before the show. We got together last Wednesday to practice - three of the original members including myself are present, along with this dude who is an actual professional musician playing drums, and the aforementioned guy who saw me on the side of the road laying down guitar (really call it guitar 1 - my old position but he can play the shit better than I can these days). A lot of stuff came back pretty fast, but I threw a lot of mud on the sound with mistakes and shit, and had to go easy on a lot of stuff, playing single notes instead of chords - some of this shit takes serious wrist and hand musculature to play and I'm just not there any more. But after busting my A string late Wednesday, I managed to restring my SG last night, and I've been playing regularly, so I think I'll be there when it's time.
This band was so weird and so much fun - I was pretty young at the time, playing with these guys from about age 16 to 19. Some of them were about ten years older, and served in some ways as mentors. All of these people were dear friends. I am probably the biggest impetus for the band getting together in the first place, and also probably one of the biggest reasons it disintegrated
- though there were lots of reasons for that, some of which I cannot take any credit for -
If I remember right I wanted to call it Pennywise at first, after the clown in It, but we found there was a band with that name already. I honestly can't remember how we wound up with Instant Kafka, except that both I and the singer were both into the Beatles and Franz Kafka and the name was a play on Instant Karma.
Anyway, the band got started with myself, a guy named Ed Nichols doing vox and keys (and who wrote most of the material; what he didn't write I did basically), a guy named Ian Cook who was jazz trained but played death metal on drums, and a dude named James Keller on bass. Sadly, James passed some twenty years ago now - poor bastard had what he thought was a persistent cold and it turned out to be metastatic melanoma. He was a hell of a bass player, but was drinking pretty heavily at the time and wound up dropping out to get himself together, and Ian left for New York (where I think he's involved somewhat with the avant-garde jazz scene). Before they left, we were joined by a second guitarist, a pretty blonde girl named Leanne who was a hell of a musician. She never had a boyfriend and I tried to sleep with her every so often, but she would shut me the fuck down, doing so utterly without rancor and with no awkwardness afterwards. She was awesome.
After Ian and James left, we brought in two other guys from a metal band I was in concurrently, Scott McDaniel on bass and Jim Svoboda on drums. I think Jim had played with us at least once live - we were insane live and often had two drummers - and there were a host of other folks who would stand in for one or two tunes, playing everything from sax to mandolin to fucking corrugaphone.
This band did a lot of studio recording, first in a 16 track 2" tape analog studio with Ian and James, and later in a 24 track ADAT studio with Jim and Scott.
Quick note, these came right from the masters, I think, so you get drum lead ins for time and sometimes after a song there's some empty space.
So without too much further ado, let's throw wide the vault doors!
That's awesome that you were able to get back together with these people and get back into this stuff that you used to love but had fallen out with. Hope the show goes well!
ReplyDeleteYeah it's a good time! I have missed having music up to ear-damaging volumes!
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