Invisible History
One true thing you probably didn't know: for several weeks, during my first semester in college/art school, I was in a band. Yup. Well, it was more a manifestation of dorm-life politics. There was this guy in our suite, Pat, who was jerk. He wasn't just a geek. He wasn't just obnoxious. He was cocky and nerdy and generally unpleasant ALL THE TIME. So, me and this guy with a sort afro-y hairdo (though he was whiter than white)--I forget his name--and his roommate, a Shriekback and Joy Division maniac, I think his name was some Nordic appellation, like Sven or Anders or something, formed a band to record and write songs about how much we didn't like Pat. The "band" was named TAP, or Three Abrasive Pessimists, because Pat decided and announced that all us artsy types were glass-half-empty people. We borrowed a Music Institute student's Yamaha DX7 (she was slutty Beth's roommate--they lived underneath me and the Army brat who shot me with his BB gun, stupid bastard) and recorded some ambient sounds and long sustained chords. Then we spoke various things, like the dictionary defintions of the words "three," "abrasive," "pessimist," "Pat," etc., and layered and looped them on some sort of primitive recording equipment. I designed a logo for us--a skull and crossbones with TAP underneath. We made copies and distributed them. We briefly had a plan to put together some more songs and play at the Barking Spider's open mike night. We went to a music store one Saturday but decided that instruments would use up our beer budget, so we went back to the keyboard. One night we went out and sprayed a stencil of our logo all over campus. We were caught by the RA on our way back in, but he was friends with Pat, so we had to make up a ridiculous cover story for the whole thing. I must have either misplaced or acccidently thrown out the master of the tape that had our "music" on it. History is better off that way, I suppose.
PS It also stood for That Asshole Pat.
This Just In!
Perhaps that decision not to reproduce further was made in haste? Perhaps we should try for that little girl...? Now, over at The Decemberists webshop, they are selling onesies. I wonder if that means one of the band or significant others is expecting?
One true thing you probably didn't know: for several weeks, during my first semester in college/art school, I was in a band. Yup. Well, it was more a manifestation of dorm-life politics. There was this guy in our suite, Pat, who was jerk. He wasn't just a geek. He wasn't just obnoxious. He was cocky and nerdy and generally unpleasant ALL THE TIME. So, me and this guy with a sort afro-y hairdo (though he was whiter than white)--I forget his name--and his roommate, a Shriekback and Joy Division maniac, I think his name was some Nordic appellation, like Sven or Anders or something, formed a band to record and write songs about how much we didn't like Pat. The "band" was named TAP, or Three Abrasive Pessimists, because Pat decided and announced that all us artsy types were glass-half-empty people. We borrowed a Music Institute student's Yamaha DX7 (she was slutty Beth's roommate--they lived underneath me and the Army brat who shot me with his BB gun, stupid bastard) and recorded some ambient sounds and long sustained chords. Then we spoke various things, like the dictionary defintions of the words "three," "abrasive," "pessimist," "Pat," etc., and layered and looped them on some sort of primitive recording equipment. I designed a logo for us--a skull and crossbones with TAP underneath. We made copies and distributed them. We briefly had a plan to put together some more songs and play at the Barking Spider's open mike night. We went to a music store one Saturday but decided that instruments would use up our beer budget, so we went back to the keyboard. One night we went out and sprayed a stencil of our logo all over campus. We were caught by the RA on our way back in, but he was friends with Pat, so we had to make up a ridiculous cover story for the whole thing. I must have either misplaced or acccidently thrown out the master of the tape that had our "music" on it. History is better off that way, I suppose.
PS It also stood for That Asshole Pat.
This Just In!
Perhaps that decision not to reproduce further was made in haste? Perhaps we should try for that little girl...? Now, over at The Decemberists webshop, they are selling onesies. I wonder if that means one of the band or significant others is expecting?
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