"How Things Came About"
or "How to Drink Too Much and Get a Band Goin' (If You're So Inclined)"
As told by Kenny
A couple of years ago a friend of mine said he wanted to get a band
going and play some shows. I took this with a grain of salt as he says
this occasionally, but he kept it up for a few weeks. I called Eric and
Dave, as I had jammed with them both in separate bands and knew them to
be cool guys who played well. They were interested so we made plans to
meet and have a few drinks. These drinks were to be the first of many.
The other fella didn't show up. Well by the time we got ourselves a practice
place and got together to jam the other fella had lost interest, so we
decided to kick it as it was. We figured finding a singer would only be
a matter of time, we just didn't count on so much time. Several people
came out and drank and sang for us, and good times were had by all, but
nobody really was fitting in for whatever reason. One person didn't drink
and shit so we knew he wouldn't work out.
I made a few half hearted attempts at singing but I'm too slack to do
that. Why the hell do you think I play bass? Cause it's easy that's why.
Much time went by with many nights of drinking and talking crap and good
times were being had by all, followed by bad times from post-practice hangovers.
We decided to play a few open-mics at a bar called Big Daddy'z courtesy
of our friend Tim (bass player for The Doggs) who was playing in a band
called Sevrence at the time. He plays with a bunch of other bands as well,
a real band slut. Things went over pretty good considering the fact we
didn't have a singer, and drunken open-mic fun was had by all. We took
heart from these good times but still didn't find a singer.
Finally Tim turned us on to Travis, having heard him singing (of all
things) karaoke at Grumpy's. In addition to being a band slut it turns
out Tim's a band pimp as well. Travis hung out, drank with us and came
back armed with his guitar, his amp and beer. We took this as a good sign.
He digs NASCAR, Kevin Smith and a buncha other cool shit and he sings and
he drinks and writes lyrics and plays guitar and engages in stupid drunken
banter so he's wound up being our lead hollering guy. Good times are being
had by all.
We play loud heavy rock and roll with a big metal influence and a bunch
of badass guitar solos courtesy of Dave and Travis. It's real hip nowadays
to call guitar solos "self indulgent" and "pointless". We consider this
to be the opinion of talentless fucks who can't play guitar solos or people
who are just trying to be cool. We don't care about that shit. So if you
dig where we're comin' from, come check us out.
Good times will be had by all.
DreadLine is...
Kenny Andrews - Bass and Vocals
Dave Coleman - Guitar
Eric Johnson - Drums
Travis Fox - Vocals and Guitar
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