Hi. If you would like to know a little bit about our band and ourselves, then you should keep reading. The band was begun a whiles back (about 1.5 years ago) when Shaun and Matt got together and started playing. Matt had been playing for 2 months and Shaun had been playing for 2 days. Yet, they came up with about 3 songs in that overnight stay, all of which are still under consideration for re-doing and putting on a compilation tape.
And so they played together for a couple months.
Then, Shaun mentioned about Joe being a good drummer. This was hard to believe. But yet Joe was unbelievably good. REALLY unbelievably good. So then Joe became the drummer/finder.
So there you have the "Steady 3." But the band was lacking something very important (vocals). So we tried many people. None of them were quite right. One fine day Shaun had a conversation with Grace. Grace decided that she would like to sing for the band. So we've incorporated her into the menagerie, and she seems to be a solid addition. Then Joes' arse began to act up, and he placed a seemingly innocuous cushion below the glut. The problem was quickly rectified. It soothed his rumpus and gave him a smile that was sure to last through the following passage of time.
So there you have the story of the band's forming (and a bit of notsense). But aside from being a band, we go to places and do things, and that results in stories to tell. Here are some of them:
Joe Finds a Bird:
Back in the band's earlier stages, we were walking behind a house when Joe spied a shocked bird youth. He picked it up and put it on his shoulder and walked through town with it all day. The bird stayed. When we went into Radio Shack to look at some things, and the man working there said, "Oh no. Oh no. Either the bird goes or yous go." So we went. And the bird stayed all day, except for one time when the bird flew off of Joe's shoulder and into the ice cream stand. The soda jerk let out a high peep and the bird hit the back wall and fell. So they handed the bird back to Joe and were very nice about it. When we walked back to Joe's house he put the bird back where he found it.
The Tent Sale:
At about the same time that the band formed, an old, collapsing house across the way from Joe's house was burned down, and the lot was cleared and leveled. What cropped up in its place was a Big Top Tent Sale. This stupid thing sold all types of crap, all summer long. So when dusk was upon the hamlet of Hamlin, we stowed out of Joe's house and threw apples and rocks at the tent sale and the RV next to it. Pinging and smacking could be heard for about .5 hour. The next morning, the owners were gathered around it, looking at all of the rocks and apples on the roof of the tent. One year later, the tent sale was destroyed when a rare tornado touched down right on top of it. Joe's house remained unscathed.
The "Fight":
Once we were out driving, returning from a visit to the city of Scranton. We were accompanied by our friend, Kurt. Kurt had brought hisBombat. Matt & Joe were in one car, Shaun & Kurt were in another. So we tailgated each other and shouted bad things at each other. Then we pulled off of the road near a pond and staged a fight. We were not 10 seconds into it when a car drove by and slowed down, coming to a crawl. When the driver caught a glimpse of Kurt's blazing Bombat, he came out of his car. He was a very fat man, wearing a greasy sea green t-shirt and black trousers. He said, "Hey!" Then he said, "HEY!" So Shaun took Kurt's Bombat, turned toward the man, and began brandishing it at him. The man, worried, said, "Hey, buddy bub, put down the Bombat." He backed away towards his car, making a frilly shoving motion with his hands. He then got out of there, and we went home.
I will add some more later, there are some much better than the ones here.
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