For those about to rock .... we FEAR you.
Where it all begins: the dawn of suck. Four guys get together, adorned by copies of SPIN, Alternative Press, and a remote control for their surround-sound T.V. system (to flip from MTV™ to ESPN™). Armed with the uncanny notion that there is actually a USE for a 7-string guitar or 5-string bass (or double-bass drum-set), they set about to make "IT" happen. Weeks, maybe months, maybe years later, some poor "local music director" of some radio station will have to play their "release," and victimize their local community. Later still, the whole world is subjected to bands like Creed and Limp Biskit. But HOW does this happen? From whence comes Bush? What comes BEFORE their giant sucking sound? Where, aside from their concerts, can you find a whole community that is uniformly inured to the concept of taste?
Before you can start a band, you need to find like-minded people to join you in your musical quest. If you are a total loser with horrific ideas about music, you need to find two, three, even four total idiots just like yourself. One would hope that complete morons would be hanging out together, safely away from those of us with good taste, but the truth is, sometimes musical nimrods are alone and isolated in their bedrooms, waiting to be discovered by, uhhh, the bedroom scouts.
When that doesn't work, a poor schluck can put up flyers, or pay for an add in a trade magazine. That is the moment in which we get to peer into his or her soul, and see the locus of inspiration for some of the worst bands that haven't even had a chance to form.
and a few extra tidbits from the newspaper.
More to come. Keep an eye out for us.....
