time for story time
Back in 2003 I was going to college in Geneseo NY and trying to start a synth-pop band with my friend Jeff. We were excitable youths and still unscathed by life’s unbearable savagery.
(That’s me with the girl hair)
I had recently drafted some lyrics about robots and Jeff had managed to obtain both an expensive new synthesizer and a key to a secret room full of recording equipment in the music building. One precipitous Autumn day, we decided to sneak in after hours and put some tracks on tape while they were still hot.
The equipment in the room was extremely old and probably broken. We spent 3 hours trying to get anything to work until we got too frustrated and left.
Despite the artist’s depiction, I actually did pretty much nothing as far as helping or troubleshooting. I’m pretty sure I just played Pokemon while Jeff did all the work. BUT ANYWAYS.
We packed up my car and left campus to get some pie at the grocery store to drown our sorrows like a couple of middle-aged divorcees. The drizzle had turned to full-on rain at this point. (Artist’s note: this is probably the best car ever drawn in ms paint ever.)
We drove 3.1 miles to Wegman’s grocery store, got out of the car and
REALIZED WE HAD LEFT THE SYNTHESIZER ON THE ROOF. Miraculously, it stayed firmly in place and was TOTALLY FINE DESPITE BEING IN THE RAIN FOR 3.1 MILES.
So we got a couple pies and played Soul Callibur for 3 or 4 hours while bewilderedly repeating “It was on the roof.” The synth-pop band didn’t come together until we hooked up with friend Russell and just for the heck of it, here he is:
THE END.
