Thanks to Chris Blake for

May 23, 2003

Thanks to Chris Blake for inspiring this one:

New School Bio For a Emerging 4 Piece Male Rock Band
(insert name where it says “the Name”)

Way down in the well was a tiny rippling glint of light. The gang of boys peered over the edge with that “Killroy was here” nose and fingers listening to hear how long it would take for the falling brick to make that glorious sound. They were together and silent for one suspended second. So begins the complicity of making sound together. How long would it take for that long wicked firecracker to go off in front of the principal’s podium as they crouched behind the science room sink bunkers? How long would it take for old man Blake to respond to the doorbell as they fanned out like fireworks running across his manicured lawn and out down the halogen flood way of the evening street? They were together on these kinds of important sounds. Here was the genesis of their compositional skills. Co-conspirators in the effort to change the face of the neighborhood with sound meeting action. The neighborhood grew and the sounds grew. They memorized each other’s actions and reactions. They found new tools and new techniques. In an unfinished basement decorated with bicycles, baseball gloves, and the posters that didn’t cut it as legitimate art in the rest of the house, they drew out bigger sounds until the neighbors begged them to stop. There was never any question that they were together on this and that the power was growing. Nobody ever tried to name it, tame it or hold it back. They had knowledge of each other that meant it could just happen and it would sound “together”. It would sound better than “together”. It would sound like a band. In the margins of textbooks in the time one takes to forget they are in a class . . .in the fraction of a second before they are hit by the eraser thrown by the teacher. . .one of them wrote the name. It was “the name”. It was passed around on a hoarse whisper and their faces creased with knowing smiles.
When they were free of situations where they had to behave . . . they exploded. They exploded with the idea that they could take what they had built in the downstairs to the underground, wheel it out into the bright light and then set it on fire. They wrote songs with a dedication to tradition and craft and then used what they had as co-conspirators to blow it all up. The explosion even felt like it hung together . . .if you know what I mean. They were “the Name”. The brotherhood in the margins. The brotherhood of the knock and run. The brotherhood of the composed explosion. First the great song and then the mischievous and beautiful action.

“the Name”

__________ vocals, guitar, keys
__________ guitar, keys, vocals
__________ bass, vocals
__________ drums, percussion

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