Well,
I have finished compiling all of the LOT music on my computer. I'm going to burn CDs tomorrow. It's 11:00PM. I finished about 1.5 hours ago, but I can't sleep. My heart has been beating 100 miles an hour.
When I was mastering all of those songs, I guess I felt like I was in the band again. It took me back, man. It wasn't just the music. I could hear Thomas picking on his friends in audience in between songs. I kept hearing Brad saying, "How's that song go . . ." I kept hearing Patrick save me from my awkward pauses as I tried to front the band even though I was basically a shy guy learning how to talk to people. Bryan would play certain base lines as a secret way of saying "we have to play the next song - awkard pause."
When we played, at first I heard every mistake. Then, I heard how Patrick was covering for so many of them. He saved me a couple times. Then, Thomas learned how to 'improvise' when he played the 'wrong' note.
Between listening to all of the music, some good, some bad, and some fucking unbelievable, I became a fan of my old band. Then, I finished mastering.
It's like we broke up again. I don't get to hang out with the guys anymore. We don't get to joke in practice about how bad a first take was. I don't get to hear the Patrick/Thomas version of Blink 182's Damnit. All of the sudden, Brad's in Virginia, Thomas and Bryan are in Charleston, Patrick is in Knoxville, and I'm in Greenville, NC. I haven't spoken to many of these guys in years. We aren't that close anymore and the worse thing is . . . THEY DON'T HAVE THIS MUSIC!!!
If I can't track them down, I have robbed them of a huge part of their lives. Not just being in the best funk rock band in the multiverse, but because I just listened to all of our music we recorded and these guys put their blood, sweat, tears, and heart into this.
I swear on all that if funky I am getting a copy to these guys. I don't know if they hate me, like me, or couldn't give a shit about me now - they loved our band. I owe them the music. I probably owe them much more than that, but at the least, I owe them this part of their souls back.
Sincerely,
Lawtonious "looking for the lost members" Funk
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2 comments:
Hey, you just send me the tracks. I got the drums set up in the basement ready to jam. And I know how you feel, the pride to say that you were one of the proud few to actually form a college band that got paid while having fun doing it. Man it hurts to look back.
I still have the CD you gave me, although it's under the name "Resident Idiot."
I miss knowing the band on the marquee. I also miss Backyard Green. :(
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