My friends Roy and Jamie started The Evolutions in 1999 with myself and my ex, Liz. Liz and I moved to Florida and recorded The Smuts side of our split single with The Evolutions, which were a 2 piece with Roy and Jamie at that point.
Roy
Jamie
Early in 2000 Roy played me some of The Evolutions newest recordings, but as excited as I was about them, I made the choice to move with my buddy Steve down to Florida, where we recorded The Smuts "She Got Me Hot" single.
Upon returning a few months later, I rejoined The Evolutions and played several gigs with Roy and Jamie before Roy moved to Milwaukee to be with his new girl Wendy. I knew who Wendy was from her decent surf/garage/punk band The Lookers who put out one great single and showed up on the scene just about the time we were fading, but that's another story for another time.
By the time airport days were here in 2001 Roy had a new project with Wendy called The Reacharounds. I had never heard them, and he had not heard my new project with Jamie, which was pretty much a continuation of his writing style in The Evolutions. Both bands recorded two songs and nobody was really happy with any of it.
Roy and Wendy were way out of sync with each other, and Jamie didn't even bother learning the words to one of the songs we did. Its probably worthwhile to set the stage...
Back in those days step one would have been to find a bag of weed. Nobody knew anyone reliable at that point, but Steve, who I had just returned from Florida with and happened to be hanging out that day, thought he might know someone. I was driving this shitty old red pontiac from the early 80s with no exhaust system, roaring across town from place to place, no luck. Finally we ended up in some shitty house with a bunch of Mexicans who were having a birthday party for their 12 year old daughter. They sent us down the street a couple houses.
So here we were, walking up the stairs into this house neither of us had been to before, and we walked into the room and it was a guy who used to sing in the band with us! Tiny little half black dude with one ear, who has since OD'ed and died. I remember when he was a kid in school and I would destroy this little fuck at football, but I always thought we were cool until that day. All he would say is "No" and like, get the fuck out.
Steve and myself walked back to the Mexicans and asked if they knew anyone else, they didn't but one lady offered to help out. She walked down the street to the exact house we had just come from and brought us a bag back for a $5 fee. Well, big Mr. dealer down the road caught wind of what was up and he was none too happy.
Before we had a chance to get out of the place, in walked The Enforcer. No idea who this guy was, but he was pissed off that we had the Mexican chick score the sack, not sure what he was trying to do, but before he had a chance to say much Steve layed him out on a table in front of a group full of 12 year old mexican kids and beat the guy bloody. I remember lots of colorful decorations, banners, cake, and the mouths hanging wide open of a group of scared children watching someone getting smashed through their party table and beaten down right in front of them.
So yeah, we made it back home and it was a sweaty little 12x12 room in an upper apartment, 7 or 8 punks playing some shitty music and recording with radio shack mics onto a hundred dollar 4 track cassette. Noise made to pass the time by morons the world mostly didn't care about, for nobody to hear, and it probably should have been lost to the sands of time but here it is:
Roy and Wendy were way out of sync with each other, and Jamie didn't even bother learning the words to one of the songs we did. Its probably worthwhile to set the stage...
Back in those days step one would have been to find a bag of weed. Nobody knew anyone reliable at that point, but Steve, who I had just returned from Florida with and happened to be hanging out that day, thought he might know someone. I was driving this shitty old red pontiac from the early 80s with no exhaust system, roaring across town from place to place, no luck. Finally we ended up in some shitty house with a bunch of Mexicans who were having a birthday party for their 12 year old daughter. They sent us down the street a couple houses.
So here we were, walking up the stairs into this house neither of us had been to before, and we walked into the room and it was a guy who used to sing in the band with us! Tiny little half black dude with one ear, who has since OD'ed and died. I remember when he was a kid in school and I would destroy this little fuck at football, but I always thought we were cool until that day. All he would say is "No" and like, get the fuck out.
Steve and myself walked back to the Mexicans and asked if they knew anyone else, they didn't but one lady offered to help out. She walked down the street to the exact house we had just come from and brought us a bag back for a $5 fee. Well, big Mr. dealer down the road caught wind of what was up and he was none too happy.
Before we had a chance to get out of the place, in walked The Enforcer. No idea who this guy was, but he was pissed off that we had the Mexican chick score the sack, not sure what he was trying to do, but before he had a chance to say much Steve layed him out on a table in front of a group full of 12 year old mexican kids and beat the guy bloody. I remember lots of colorful decorations, banners, cake, and the mouths hanging wide open of a group of scared children watching someone getting smashed through their party table and beaten down right in front of them.
So yeah, we made it back home and it was a sweaty little 12x12 room in an upper apartment, 7 or 8 punks playing some shitty music and recording with radio shack mics onto a hundred dollar 4 track cassette. Noise made to pass the time by morons the world mostly didn't care about, for nobody to hear, and it probably should have been lost to the sands of time but here it is:
http://blip.tv/file/get/Bradx-AirportDay376.mp3
Sure, the sound is shitty. I probably recorded over the original tape the next week. This is some lousy mix I made a decade ago onto some crappy tape that was probably recorded over a million times. It's the only mix and it's as good as it gets, so enjoy it for what it is or fuck off.
Sure, the sound is shitty. I probably recorded over the original tape the next week. This is some lousy mix I made a decade ago onto some crappy tape that was probably recorded over a million times. It's the only mix and it's as good as it gets, so enjoy it for what it is or fuck off.
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