The true Drop-out Story, chapter 1
Prolouge (Ooba and such)
Well what can I say? I look back on my life now and see how full it was with music. Every day I would constantly blast it through my cd player into my ears like extacy or something. But everything is more complicated now.
I suppose it started back when I was 5. I had already wised up to a lot of bands thanks to my father who would blast them in the basement for countless hours and I would sit there and listen to them for hours intrapped in their melody. We liked to listen to a lot of Nirvana and Rush and Beetles. But I really didnt start apreciating music until I went to school. I would ride the bus every day and it was a long bus ride with nothing to do but make friends. There was a girl who was in Highschool at the time that would always ride our bus. Her name was Monica, and she would sit up at the front with us. She was very cool, and we used to joke around.
One day she gave me a copy of Green Day's Dookie, and I took it home and listened to it. I fell in love with the simple lyrics and funny rhymes. Suddenly a whole new trend opened up to me. I was only five and I already had a cd from a band that no one had known. Green Day quickly became my all time favorite band, and I didnt even begin to comprehend music yet. I loved them more for their humor then anything else, and I didnt even know any of the band member names, it didnt matter... All that mattered was the music.
A year or two went by and I got a little older and made it to second grade. Thats when I got Insomniac. It was a big deal to me because unfortionatly my brother was four years older then me and into the same type of music, and every cd that he got I was not aloud to get. But I got Insomniac and he didnt get that one yet. Another great purchase. I also quickly fell in love with that cd.
Third grade opened up other bands like Mighty Mighty Bosstones, and Real Big Fish. Ska became a new thing in my life, it was cooler. Also in third grade I had developed an allergy to milk. It was a bad year for me, because I was constanly getting sick and the only thing that mattered really was music to me. It was sad cuse everyone else was focused on other stuff and my main focus was the music.
In fourth grade, I got word of a band called Blink-182. I got Enema of the State and quicky fell in love with them. They were my new favorite band placing Green Day in the back seat for once. But I got Green Day's Nimrod this year too. Also during this year we planned a field trip to a baseball game in Akron which is near to us... And we won something that let us pick two people to run onto the field and sing the "Kit Kat" theme song. Well I got picked along with a 6th grader and I went out there and did a rock version of the song due to my obsession with pop punk bands. It turned out great but I had to turn down the prize for winning because I couldn't eat chocolate. That was the only depressing part though. I began to love pleasing the crowds.
Fith grade was just as good. During the school year our teacher scored us a trip to Gettysburg PA. It was an awsome trip but the thing that desturbed me was that I had my music and someone walked up and asked "who the hell are they" and it pissed me off. During the summer after fith grade I met up with my long lost friend, Henry. It was weird because back in pre school we would hang out all the time, then I thought henry moved but the truth is that he just went to a diffrent school. So all this time he was right down the road from me. I met up with Henry in boy scouts... (it was cool at the time ok? ) and turns out that we were into the same type of music ironicly.
Over the summer we had to go to this thing called "Boy Scout Camp" were you spend a week in isolation and no electricity and learn various scout skills. Henry and me spent the whole week running around the vast camp singing songs from Enema of the state. It was the best! That was the fastest week ever. That was the first time any of us ever talked about having a band. There were like five of us that got together and started talking about it. Me and Henry were the only serious ones, but the others proved to be loyal to us. We called ourselves "The Punkateers" and I was set up to play guitar, Henry would drum since he already could, and the other people would fill in whereever. Well after summer camp me and Henry stayed close, always going over to eachother's houses and stuff, but no one else fell back into place.
Sixth grade was a breeze. We never did any work, I was over at Henry's all the time, and we tossed the band idea up even more. One night while we were over at my house listening to System Of A Down, we pulled out a piece of paper and took a stab at some song lyrics. We alternated and wrote some really weak lyrics but we thought they were cool. The songs we wrote go in this order: "Ooba, Last Chance, Dispise and discrimination, Wasting Time and Gerard. We liked Wasting time the most because it really sounded good. I take credit for writing that one though. That would be the closest thing we would get to a band in a while.
Our seventh grade is where the beginning of my tale takes place. It starts right when we move into the Junior High School and I meet all sorts of new people that are into the Punk scene. Henry still goes to a diffrent school and things start to get interesting.
Well what can I say? I look back on my life now and see how full it was with music. Every day I would constantly blast it through my cd player into my ears like extacy or something. But everything is more complicated now.
I suppose it started back when I was 5. I had already wised up to a lot of bands thanks to my father who would blast them in the basement for countless hours and I would sit there and listen to them for hours intrapped in their melody. We liked to listen to a lot of Nirvana and Rush and Beetles. But I really didnt start apreciating music until I went to school. I would ride the bus every day and it was a long bus ride with nothing to do but make friends. There was a girl who was in Highschool at the time that would always ride our bus. Her name was Monica, and she would sit up at the front with us. She was very cool, and we used to joke around.
One day she gave me a copy of Green Day's Dookie, and I took it home and listened to it. I fell in love with the simple lyrics and funny rhymes. Suddenly a whole new trend opened up to me. I was only five and I already had a cd from a band that no one had known. Green Day quickly became my all time favorite band, and I didnt even begin to comprehend music yet. I loved them more for their humor then anything else, and I didnt even know any of the band member names, it didnt matter... All that mattered was the music.
A year or two went by and I got a little older and made it to second grade. Thats when I got Insomniac. It was a big deal to me because unfortionatly my brother was four years older then me and into the same type of music, and every cd that he got I was not aloud to get. But I got Insomniac and he didnt get that one yet. Another great purchase. I also quickly fell in love with that cd.
Third grade opened up other bands like Mighty Mighty Bosstones, and Real Big Fish. Ska became a new thing in my life, it was cooler. Also in third grade I had developed an allergy to milk. It was a bad year for me, because I was constanly getting sick and the only thing that mattered really was music to me. It was sad cuse everyone else was focused on other stuff and my main focus was the music.
In fourth grade, I got word of a band called Blink-182. I got Enema of the State and quicky fell in love with them. They were my new favorite band placing Green Day in the back seat for once. But I got Green Day's Nimrod this year too. Also during this year we planned a field trip to a baseball game in Akron which is near to us... And we won something that let us pick two people to run onto the field and sing the "Kit Kat" theme song. Well I got picked along with a 6th grader and I went out there and did a rock version of the song due to my obsession with pop punk bands. It turned out great but I had to turn down the prize for winning because I couldn't eat chocolate. That was the only depressing part though. I began to love pleasing the crowds.
Fith grade was just as good. During the school year our teacher scored us a trip to Gettysburg PA. It was an awsome trip but the thing that desturbed me was that I had my music and someone walked up and asked "who the hell are they" and it pissed me off. During the summer after fith grade I met up with my long lost friend, Henry. It was weird because back in pre school we would hang out all the time, then I thought henry moved but the truth is that he just went to a diffrent school. So all this time he was right down the road from me. I met up with Henry in boy scouts... (it was cool at the time ok? ) and turns out that we were into the same type of music ironicly.
Over the summer we had to go to this thing called "Boy Scout Camp" were you spend a week in isolation and no electricity and learn various scout skills. Henry and me spent the whole week running around the vast camp singing songs from Enema of the state. It was the best! That was the fastest week ever. That was the first time any of us ever talked about having a band. There were like five of us that got together and started talking about it. Me and Henry were the only serious ones, but the others proved to be loyal to us. We called ourselves "The Punkateers" and I was set up to play guitar, Henry would drum since he already could, and the other people would fill in whereever. Well after summer camp me and Henry stayed close, always going over to eachother's houses and stuff, but no one else fell back into place.
Sixth grade was a breeze. We never did any work, I was over at Henry's all the time, and we tossed the band idea up even more. One night while we were over at my house listening to System Of A Down, we pulled out a piece of paper and took a stab at some song lyrics. We alternated and wrote some really weak lyrics but we thought they were cool. The songs we wrote go in this order: "Ooba, Last Chance, Dispise and discrimination, Wasting Time and Gerard. We liked Wasting time the most because it really sounded good. I take credit for writing that one though. That would be the closest thing we would get to a band in a while.
Our seventh grade is where the beginning of my tale takes place. It starts right when we move into the Junior High School and I meet all sorts of new people that are into the Punk scene. Henry still goes to a diffrent school and things start to get interesting.
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