Man, *I* have memories, I don’t know how An Aesthetic Anaesthetic feel. Well I know how joshuaglass feels.
Before I moved here, he and I were gonna form a band. Then I got here and… shit got in the way, for me at least. He formed a band. A good one. First three then four dudes making loud, mathy, heavy, screamy, noodley, dopey, bashful, grumpy, doc rock.
They made an album with Sanford Parker (it’s called Names, it’s excellent, and I own a test pressing on vinyl). They played with Russian Circles and Battles. They played a show dressed as Mortal Kombat characters. Sometimes I would go months without seeing them, only to come back to a huge leap in chops.
When Josh asked me to join his second band, the Josh I finally got to play music with was light years ahead of the Josh whose apartment I jammed in the first time I came to Chicago in 2005. It felt… it feels… right. What feels wrong is that other members of A!A!A! have a second band, and now everyone’s second band is their first band.
If you’re around, come out to Quencher’s tomorrow. Say Goodbye to A!A!A! and say Hello to Dayman, White Bronco and Space Blood - bands forming from its ashes. Also get psyched as hell for the next Dan and Josh project, which I will donate my blood, sweat, tears, copious body hair and limited finances to help birth if I have to.