Conor and I have been playing music together for years... and every time we have talked about being in a band. a serious band.
We both graduated this year and now we are living about a half mile from each other in West Asheville. This gives has given us the opportunity to actually be able to play with each other consistently. and we have. a couple a week (and some times more) we get together in the basement of 17 Nebraska and just go at it. Conor generally brings the new song sounds and I lay a quick bass line to it so that we can play it on repeat until we like the sound.
And the past few nights that we have played, regardless of how much beer is in us, we have been on it... playing almost exactly what the other wants to hear and bringing something to the table that gets the other one giddy... (yes, we do get giddy about songs... but then quickly affirm that we are men).
So far we suck at getting lyrics nailed, but the sounds coming out of Conor's guitar and my bass are starting to work really well together. by now I think we are up to 9 pieces that we can play, know where the other is going and lock it down solid.
Tonight as we were taking a break from playing to step outside and get some fresh air Conor mumbled something that sounded like "Big Daddy Oats" and I joked about how good of a named "Big Daddy Oaks" would be for a band. "Well that is what I thought I was saying," said Conor... and now I think we have name for the band. It encompasses quite a bit of what we like to do and also plays into the sounds that we both like to hear.
Monday, September 29, 2008
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