It’s What They Call Rock n Roll

So it feels like this band thing is really going to happen and I, for one,  couldn’t be more excited.

For those of you that don’t have a clue what I’m talking about, let me give you the lowdown. When I was in my late teens, I helmed a death metal band under the handle ‘Orifice’. We recorded a mini disc, played 2 shows then shortly after disbanded for one reason or another.

Fast forward twenty some years. With the exception of an acoustic guitar and an old drum kit I let my frustrations out on, I’ve let myself become far removed from the scene itself and anything to do with being in a band. Life has taken over and as of a year or so ago, the musician in me wants to resurface so that’s what’s happening, folks.

With an electric guitar and amp under just belt, I’ve been writing songs and lyrics every night or so it feels like. I have plans to begin the process of finding the appropriate band mates within a month or so. I need individuals that are extremely talented and multi-faceted at writing, learning and performing heavy heavy music.

Through a conversation on social media today, my ex-drummer Scott is still in the metal game and what a leg up my band would have if I recruited him. Only problem is he is already playing the skins for another semi-succesful underground band here in Cowtown.

Jam nights will seems like Christmas. I can’t even imagine how much fun it’s going to be walking down into my basement, my wife and kids and cats upstairs, as we strap on our weapons of mass musical murderous mayhem and let loose the firepower that is heavy riffage accompanied by blinding, thunderous drums and vocals of an unknown species terrorizing our inner ears.

The walls shake. Glass shatters. Maybe the ceiling gives way and the only soul survivor is the music we just created. In the end, isn’t that all that matters?

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