Way, way, way back in the day, I used to be in a band. I was the lead guitar player for a band called ‘December’s Children’ which was a name stolen from a Rolling Stones album title. Creative, I know. We thought we were mere days away from touring internationally if only we could get the head of Sony records to hear our demo! In reality, we sucked so bad only our closest friends and family could sit through a whole show listening to our tone deaf singer Jim scream himself hoarse while breaking every mic stand in sight as he did his Jim Morrison impression. I’m not exaggerating. I have the videos to prove it.

In reality, the rest of the band wasn’t that bad (when Chris could make it through a show without some kind of equipment malfunction). However, every person I ever talked to remarked, “Dude, your band rocks, but you need a new singer!” In fact, there was much more that was oh so wrong about that band: puffy armed pirate shirts, cowboy hats, and vests to name a few. Thus, we never got the recording contract.

I’m not sure what the hell we are doing in this picture. Chris and Jim appear to be summing up the apparent attractiveness of Jim’s ass while Josh and I seem to be trying our best to avoid being recognized. This is from a set of promo pics taken by a fellow employee at the Mellow mushroom, Ross. Ross was in photo school. I think this was the second picture he had ever taken.

However, when I think back to those times and remember how we all got arrested for trashing an apartment complex pool the night we finished our 2nd demo tape, driving around Atlanta at 3 am doing who knows what, scamming our way on stage at every and any club that would put us on 10 minutes before last call, or firing drummers I can’t help but smile and think “Damn, good times!”

I’ll be calling soon Josh. Let’s make fun of Jim….