Peace corps volunteer dating

22 Jan

A few weeks later, Matt asked me if I wanted to come to his house with Jeremy to jam. Later that summer, after marching band had started up again, I was at Matt’s house after marching practice, and Brian was there, too. I’m not sure if either Matt or I were convinced, but we went along with it.

Throughout those high school years, Brian was a regular guest at our house which meant he was a regular guest performer.

All the music gear was set up in the basement, and countless audio cassettes have been filled with whatever nonsense was going on at the time.

The first band was called Crosstown Traffic (yes, after the Hendrix song).

You see, the guitar player in that first band, Jeremy, was crazy for Hendrix and Stevie Ray Vaughan.

I’m asking for your help again, but this time it isn’t for a school, a daycare center or a library. Brian was recently diagnosed with ALS (Lou Gehrig’s Disease).

We went to high school and college together and he was the lead singer in the first band I was in (and the second … [For the purposes of this story, I’m only counting a “band” as a musical group that actually performed in front of an audience.

We also figured out a promotion scheme: Brian, Matt and I would go there (usually with my older brother, Dale, driving us) when other bands were performing and ask them if we could play a song or two on their break.

Even without Bob and with Brian filling in on bass, we could pull off a handful of cover songs (stuff from Weezer’s first album comes to mind) over the span of about 10 minutes.

The music usually wasn’t anything to write home about, but you can count on Brian to be funny.

His subject matter was most often the people we knew, and he would roast them in song.

A particular song (more of a rock opera, really) was recorded about me while I was away at a teen church weekend.