Singing I Told You Son, The Day Would Come..You Would Die, You'd Die, You'd Die, You'd Die
RANDOM MEMORY:
Fuzzy Grimwald (Tim Cote, Frank Rohr, Trace Rogers, and myself) were practicing in Tim's basement. Trace and Frank were rocking out to these psuedo-metal riffs they used to come up with in what I called "not Evan's time." Frank suggested that we start developing these metal songs, and perform under a pseudonym...one he called Gay Box Of Doughnuts. For a couple of hours, we came up with wonderfully ambitious ideas of full-on costumes and antics. Then it came time to write. Nothing. We decided to put off the writing, and instead book ourselves opening for ourselves at a very near show. We began circulating rumors about this "terribly awesome band" of "middle-aged true metalheads" that we had convinced to come to town and open for us. Jimmy Ginal became particularly fanatic, and the rumors got out of control. I remember telling Jimmy that they "were dropped from their label because they argued with the pr man about not selling them as metal enough."
Eventually, Gay Box Of Doughnuts became a real band...composed of Richard, Tim Cote, and Craig Kitchen. Their performances were done in the parking lot of our high school. I immediately distanced myself from the project.
I don't know why and I'm sure I haven't properly conveyed it here...but these memories are bringing back a lot of laughter.
And who could forget Craig's Jesus Dance? Priceless...(except that time Chris Guild convinced him to do it for a dollar).
xo,
Evan
ps...small real update...saw spoon the other day. Great show, lots of fun. Erin bought me "gimme fiction" on vinyl. She spoils me. :)
Fuzzy Grimwald (Tim Cote, Frank Rohr, Trace Rogers, and myself) were practicing in Tim's basement. Trace and Frank were rocking out to these psuedo-metal riffs they used to come up with in what I called "not Evan's time." Frank suggested that we start developing these metal songs, and perform under a pseudonym...one he called Gay Box Of Doughnuts. For a couple of hours, we came up with wonderfully ambitious ideas of full-on costumes and antics. Then it came time to write. Nothing. We decided to put off the writing, and instead book ourselves opening for ourselves at a very near show. We began circulating rumors about this "terribly awesome band" of "middle-aged true metalheads" that we had convinced to come to town and open for us. Jimmy Ginal became particularly fanatic, and the rumors got out of control. I remember telling Jimmy that they "were dropped from their label because they argued with the pr man about not selling them as metal enough."
Eventually, Gay Box Of Doughnuts became a real band...composed of Richard, Tim Cote, and Craig Kitchen. Their performances were done in the parking lot of our high school. I immediately distanced myself from the project.
I don't know why and I'm sure I haven't properly conveyed it here...but these memories are bringing back a lot of laughter.
And who could forget Craig's Jesus Dance? Priceless...(except that time Chris Guild convinced him to do it for a dollar).
xo,
Evan
ps...small real update...saw spoon the other day. Great show, lots of fun. Erin bought me "gimme fiction" on vinyl. She spoils me. :)