Story #1: Life in a Band
Ever since I was in first grade, I have been in love with musical performance. From the moment I stepped foot on stage in front of an audience, the rush of adrenaline has been an addiction.
In sixth grade, I met Fawn, my current best friend. Like me, she shared the same passion for creating music and wanted desperately to find an outlet for such creativity. I had since graduated from singing Christmas carols in the school choir and wanted to form something different; preferably a punk rock band.
Fawn and I agreed to begin working together to write songs and lyrics. I decided to take up bass guitar while she began playing electric. We used a keyboard as a "drum machine". After recording tons of terrible demos and playing acoustic shows at outdated coffee houses, we decided to find a real drummer.
We set out on a wild goose hunt for the perfect drummer. We made signs and hung them all over the neighborhood in hopes of a reply. Over a month of waiting, there was still no answer.
While spending time with my other friend Ariel, also known as "Bean", I accidently discovered that she was pretty good at drumming. We were hanging out in her house listening to music when all of a sudden, she started tapping to the beat of the song at perfect rhythm. I quickly raced into her kitchen and grabbed a few pots and pans and two wooden spoons. From there on, we had a brand new drummer.
After countless hours of practice, "The Expensives" were born. This all girl, pop-punk band from Philadelphia began making headlines all over the city and playing several shows at venues including The Trocadero and Hangar 84 in Vineland, New Jersey.
My love of music has lead me down a road of constant hustle and bustle. However, I would not trade it for the world. Despite a few line up changes, The Expensives are still going strong. Whether I am scrambling to sell tickets for a show, or reasoning with the police over loud noise complaints from the neighbors, my band means everything to me, and I plan on doing this for the rest of my life.
In sixth grade, I met Fawn, my current best friend. Like me, she shared the same passion for creating music and wanted desperately to find an outlet for such creativity. I had since graduated from singing Christmas carols in the school choir and wanted to form something different; preferably a punk rock band.
Fawn and I agreed to begin working together to write songs and lyrics. I decided to take up bass guitar while she began playing electric. We used a keyboard as a "drum machine". After recording tons of terrible demos and playing acoustic shows at outdated coffee houses, we decided to find a real drummer.
We set out on a wild goose hunt for the perfect drummer. We made signs and hung them all over the neighborhood in hopes of a reply. Over a month of waiting, there was still no answer.
While spending time with my other friend Ariel, also known as "Bean", I accidently discovered that she was pretty good at drumming. We were hanging out in her house listening to music when all of a sudden, she started tapping to the beat of the song at perfect rhythm. I quickly raced into her kitchen and grabbed a few pots and pans and two wooden spoons. From there on, we had a brand new drummer.
After countless hours of practice, "The Expensives" were born. This all girl, pop-punk band from Philadelphia began making headlines all over the city and playing several shows at venues including The Trocadero and Hangar 84 in Vineland, New Jersey.
My love of music has lead me down a road of constant hustle and bustle. However, I would not trade it for the world. Despite a few line up changes, The Expensives are still going strong. Whether I am scrambling to sell tickets for a show, or reasoning with the police over loud noise complaints from the neighbors, my band means everything to me, and I plan on doing this for the rest of my life.
