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In high school, one of the guys in my art class played drums. He invited me to his house to jam. The drummer then convinced one of our other art class musicians, John, to join our band. John was a guitarist phenomenon. He could play Eruption like Eddie Van Halen. Meanwhile, I was lucky if I could play the bass line to an AC/DC song.
We practiced a few metal songs. We named our band SilverFish, a name I obtained while reading a can of bug spray that I found under the art class sink.
The drummer and I had our hearts set on performing at our school's Gong Show, the 80's high school equivalent of a talent show. To our amazement, John agreed.
By Ian SandsIn high school, one of the guys in my art class played drums. He invited me to his house to jam. The drummer then convinced one of our other art class musicians, John, to join our band. John was a guitarist phenomenon. He could play Eruption like Eddie Van Halen. Meanwhile, I was lucky if I could play the bass line to an AC/DC song.
We practiced a few metal songs. We named our band SilverFish, a name I obtained while reading a can of bug spray that I found under the art class sink.
The drummer and I had our hearts set on performing at our school's Gong Show, the 80's high school equivalent of a talent show. To our amazement, John agreed.