I was in a band for two months or so. We were going to be called Seed, the cover art (we were thinking ahead, always thinking big). I was playing guitar (barely), Mike Vallely was playing bass and singing, a friend of Mike's that he met on tour played lead guitar. We tried to get Ed Templeton to play drums, but oddly I remember Deanna's brother convincing him to play guitar instead, but we didn't need another guitarist, we needed a drummer.
We played really loud in the extra bedroom at Mikes house, which was really Marty Jimenez's house that Mike was renting. We played loudly, and we had four songs down. One night O came over to listen to us play. He was so kind, he could have torn us aparrt, instead he just hgave us tips. I remember him telling me to strum instead of always playing down strokes. I don't remember much more. But I do remember having a great time. I think the friend went home, I wish I could remember his name, and we sort of just stopped playing. The entire time I was in knee brace because it was right after I had gotten home form breaking my knee cap in Eugene.
So many things lately have been bringing me back to youth, but it's been in great ways.
Today it all came back when I saw this flower on front steps.