I used to be in a band called Deft. There were five of us. Brandon, 19, was our singer, Rob, 16, was lead guitarist, Kevin, 18, was the drummer, his little brother Jason, 16, was the bassist, and I played rhythm guitar. Kevin and I had been working together for four or five years, ever since he moved to Watertown. We had been in and out of several bands, but always stuck together.
My dad came home one day and told us about a friend of his whose step-son played guitar. We called him up and had him come over to audition. He was amazing especially considering his age, 15, so there was no way we could pass him up. A week later, the three of us a played a county fair Battle of the Bands and lost. This was no big deal, since we had been together for exactly a week.
Over the next couple months we searched high and low for a singer and a bassist, when we realized what we were looking for was right under our noses all along. Kevin’s younger brother Jason had played upright bass in middle school so we recruited him for the low end. A close friend of their family, Brandon, stayed with them every summer. We got to thinking and realized that he had a great “choir” voice, so we brought him to a practice and had him audition. He was the best vocalist we had ever played with, so there was no doubt in our mind he was the one. After being together for well over a year and playing various gigs, we began to get on each others nerves.
Jason was immature and always acted childish, Rob had an ego the size of Montana, and Brandon lived in Milwaukee depending on everyone else since he had no job and no ambition to get one. One night at practice, we were trying to learn a new song. I was playing around with some different effects to use on the song. Rob told me that he knew how to get the right sound. I calmly requested that he wait a minute because I wanted to try and get it myself.
The Essay on Critique of the play “Effects of Gamma Rays”
On Thursday April 11, 2002 the play, The Effects of Gamma Rays was performed in the Macfarlene auditorium at Utica College. The play was performed from April 11, 2002 through April 15, 2002. This play was written by Paul Zindel and was directed by Marijean Levering, a theatre teacher at Utica College. The play is another spin on the typical dysfunctional family. You have Beatrice, the unhappy ...
He insisted that he knew how to do it, so I asked him to show me and started handing him my guitar. Rob said “Well, I don’t know how to do it.” From there on out the situation exploded, and sooner or later people were leaving with their equipment. On their way out, Rob and Jason started insulting my mom. This ofcourse didn’t go over too well, in fact, Rob was so uncivil and ill-mannered that my dad ended up holding him up by the jacket collar ready and nearly willing to maul him. After a week or so we sat down and talked and decided to get back together and play our last show, a worldwide Battle of the Bands.
We pulled it together and did okay at this show, but undoubtedly there were better bands than us there. Kevin and I cheered on the other bands, but the rest of our band sat in the corner and pouted. When we would comment on how good the other bands were, they would only reply in a snotty tone “No, they suck!” So that was the end of that. Literally the next day, Kevin and I had formed a new a band, logically named Forget the Fallen. Maybe it’s just a coincidence, but at the same time Deft was breaking up, a couple other good local bands were breaking up too.
We brought in Tom, 19, the old guitar player from Age of Alchemy, to sing and Steve, 19, the old guitarist from Aorta. We ” ve tried out a few bassist but we still haven’t found the right one. We ” ve only been together for close to two months and already Forget the Fallen are booked for bigger shows than Deft was.
