Thursday, August 17, 2006
New Beginning 79
Zach backed away from the microphone stand after singing the last lines of the Led Zeppelin tune they were rehearsing. He continued to plunk down a thumping bass line as he carefully stepped over the myriad of cables and gadgets that surrounded him. Lead guitarist Joe Fauquier was seemingly in his own world as he played an extended lead. The solo went on too long, but the other band members knew he wouldn't try to pull that off during a live gig.
"Packing up early, again?" Joe asked when Zach snapped his amplifier off immediately after the song ended.
"Don't start. I can't stay late," Zach said.
Joe looked at his reflection in one of the many mirrors in his loft apartment. He tucked a stray wisp of black hair under the bandana and tossed the rest over his shoulder, where it splashed down his back the way he knew it would. "We have to be perfect," he said. "Who knows who might show up? I don't want to spend the rest of my life as a laborer on a construction site."
"Yeah," scoffed Bo Herndon. "I'll bet most of the record companies will have talent scouts there. Besides us, they can scope out the fourteen-year-old chicks."
Unbelievable, Zach thought. Our guitarist thinks record company R&A guys want to hear yet another cover of "D'yer Maker," and our drummer thinks they're all pedophiles. Which would make the perfect band a waifish blond chick singing nothing but covers.
Come to think of it, that describes half the recording industry.
He sighed and plugged back in. "Okay, 'Black Dog,' from the top."
Opening: Dave Conifer.....Continuation: Mark