James Messina
The clock read 1:00 through the misty glare of tense faces and sweat filled air. The man, my guitar teahcer and mentor, approached the podium. Through his weary eyes and axiety ridden dimeanor your could see his charisma. This would be his last recital before his retirement. I Remember You was the song that he mumbled. I approached the stage along with four other students. As we started to play the heinous song, I was dumbstruck by the unbelievable wretchedness of this particular performance. The bug-eyed kid had thrown off the whole group with his obnoxious trills and now it was up to me to get the group back together. Luckily, I saved the day. Yet as I started at the dirty teeth and scummy uncombed hair of the bug-eyed kid, i was overcameby a sudden wave of naseau. The heat was beginning to get to me, and i was starting to get dizzy. When a flash of light reflected off the big bug eyed kid's cheesypink fairy stratocaster it was too much for my body to handle. I remembered myself two years earlier. It was a warm summer day that particular day. I looked up from the reader's digest and suddenly decided that i would form a band. The choices for most of the members were immediatley obvious. I knew Marc Chamberlain's 7 years of lessons would make him the obvious choice for drummer. His quick skilled hands would become very usefull in keeping the beat. Jake Collins would make the ideal guitarist with his own hands refined by years of magic playing( only dorks play magic hahaha). However, there was still a problem of a singer. Some of my friends jokingly suggested Brandon Krazinski. My response was always the same "Kowasaki, what the hell kind of name is that anyway. Besides isn't he the kid with Diabetes and the learning disability?" I later learned that Brandon was not a diabetic and did not have a learning disability. He did however look a lot like a monkey( or an ape). I figured that his primate appearance would make the band more popular, almost like a freak show. It was a faithful day indeed when i told Brandon he could be our singer. Two years later Brandon still looks a hell of a lot like a monkey( and now a cyborg). At the recital i am beginning to come out of my trance state. Through the cheers my guitar teacher asks me what i will do when i get home. "Probably download some pornagraphy off of the internet" ,I responded. " That's ok wth me," is his responce. "Oh by the way do you know that your singer is afraid of clowns?" "He sure is Mr .Haskel, he sure is."
Favorite bands include- Red Hot Chili Peppers, TOOL
