Since No One Responded to My Last One...

Sep 15, 2006 19:40

If you comment on this post:

1. I’ll respond with something random about you.
2. I’ll challenge you to try something.
3. I’ll pick a colour that I associate with you.
4. I’ll tell you something I like about you.
5. I’ll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I’ll tell you what animal something you remind me of ( Read more... )

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kineticturtle September 18 2006, 21:29:17 UTC
2. DONE! Beat you to it. Between my on-and-off book reading addiction, the free magazines I get in the mail all the time, the news stuff I read on the internet all the time and the massive amount of time I spend on busses, I read quite a bit all the time. Good thought though!

7. The story, more or less, is one that started in high school. Peter and I played in a band called Formerly Bridgeway. It was a four or five piece group (depending on when exactly we're talking about) where everyone played at least a couple instruments, and I played most of them. We had no idea what we were doing, and sometimes it worked really well. Other times it was pretty dumb.

The FB aesthetic just developed "naturally" out of the interests of all the members; we had a turntablist who was heavily into underground hip-hop, Peter who was at the time obsessed with Dave Matthews, myself who was into 70's prog rock, a guitarist who was into metal and NIN, and a drummer who was an indie rock head.

That band broke up shortly after college started for me and Peter, and Peter and I both kept making music. Eventually Peter asked me to make a guest appearance on some song of his, and we just started playing together again.

The same thing happened: We both learned a lot from Formerly Bridgeway, and we were both listening to a lot more varied music by then. With the two-man format and Peter's tendancy to write songs with electronic beats (making a drum machine an easy fit into the band), it was quite possible to put together very complex performance routines. I suppose it's just naturally what happens when you put the two of us in a room with a bunch of gear.

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