Jan 27 2009
Another Old Band of Mine
During the couple years I took between college and getting a real job, I was one of those 90’s slacker guys. I stumbled through my early 20’s watching TV, writing zines, smoking pot and not getting laid. And I also had a band. Inspired by the writing of the late great Robert Anton Wilson, we were called Fnord and we played eerie, dark, sludgy music and put on a scary live show involving dangling kielbasa sausages and flaming brass instruments. I played a lot of really crazy tapping, slides and chords and had a lot to do with our dark direction. We mostly played at people’s houses, though we had a few really great sets at the local youth center, a punk coffeehouse and a few other makeshift venues. Then I moved to DC and our drummer moved to New Orleans and we were no more. Later, our drummer and guitarist both wound up in Las Vegas and they play some blistering death metal. Here are two MP3’s from back in the day, and the video is a reunion of sorts when our old guitarist was out visiting last spring and we played one of the old tunes acoustically.
The Song that Dare Not Speak its Name
