I’ve been thinking about posting this for some time…ever since Domino sent me the CD, actually. You see, it’s a 20-year-old tape of Revolver (the garage band I was in, for you newbies).
I know. I know. How vain is that? Who wants to listen to a scratchy old pile of noise from a bunch of punk kids in a long-dead band? Part of me wants to erase it.
But part of me listens to it almost every night and remembers how much damn fun it was. This was before we lost our drummer and lead guitar player to the real world. Before we got professional and started making money with guys we didn’t know and had to audition. Before it stopped being just plain joy.
I lied on one of this week’s Monday Mission questions. This is when I’d go back to, if I could.
If you feel so inclined, listen to this and picture four guys, friends from high school, in the basement of the bass player’s girlfriend’s deaf grandparent’s house, banging away with the abandon and “screw the neighbors” attitude of youth. Domino was there to record it. Thank heaven.
I think the two best parts are the screwed up beginning and the oh-my-God-they’re-gonna-explode dueling guitars.