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One day in late summer of 1994,
I got a call from Lucius, a high school friend. He said that a friend at work was putting a band together, but they needed a
bass player. A week or so later, I talked to Aron Marten, a guitarist, and we set up a time for me to come down to their room
at secret studios. We kind of hit it off and began playing together on a regular basis, about once a week at first. Slowly, our
tunes began sounding better, tighter, and we wanted to get a singer or a guitarist/frontman. We tried out Michelle, but it
didn't quite work out, although we did do a four track recording that turned out pretty good. We tried out another guy, or were about to.
He was from New York, and got upset at us. We had gone down to his studio across the hall, and listened to some of his tracks. The
guy then came down for an audition a few nights later. He brought his PA and set it all up, and then got pissed when someone told
him his tracks weren't going to be anything that would be played. He hadn't sang a lick and he said I'm out of here.
Michelle knew a guitarist/singer/songwriter, Miguel Vallejo. Frank, the drummer, had some common friends with the guy and
ran into him at a party. They eventually set up a day for Miguel to come down. Frank had it in his mind that it was an
audition, but Miguel thought that it was supposed to be a loose jam session. When he came down and we showed him our stuff,
he wasn't impressed, it was far from what he was doing, although I could see it meshing. Aron, was a little over exhuberant in
telling Miguel that his stuff was 'the shit'. I think that turned him off, but I also think he didn't like the music we were playing.
I remember him leaving, saying, 'don't call me,
I'll call you', and I thought that was it, we would never see him again. Which would be fine, but just as Aron thought, I saw
that our styles could mesh. We obviously all liked his stuff, but sometimes things just don't work out.
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