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| Time of Pride and Peril |
Naturally I failed, but to call me a failed musician is like calling Philip J Fry a grad school drop out.
All those band practices were basically just a chance to hang out with one of my best friends who played bass and pretend that we had something.
We didn't, but we did get a song on the local college radio station where our "singer" was a DJ. So there's that.
We read all the musicians' magazines. Remember this was the mid 90's, so shredding was still popular.
I remember reading an article about translating what a musician says into what he really means. One in particular stuck out to me. "He plays fast, but with no emotion" translated to "I can't play fast." (If you hate highly skilled musicians and prefer more basic songs, check out King Mud from 1/28. It's more your speed.)
