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From Birth to Punk, a history:

Pre 80’s background:

Born in Davison, MI., Potter’s Lake. The Sinclairs, as in John, were our neighbors where I was born. John Sinclair’s mother was my mother’s English teacher in grade school,  I guess she used to mention the poems and writings John would send her, to the class. Music has been a long tradition in my family, on both sides. My earliest memories are of my uncle playing the Beatles when I was 2 or 3 years of age, this same uncle once had Steppenwolf as guests at one of his infamous parties in the early 70’s. Sherwood Forest events were happening in my earliest memories, outdoor concerts with The MC5, Ted Nugent and the Amboy Dukes, The Yardbirds, Bob Seger, Steppenwolf, and many more. I moved to Flint when I was about 9, Richfield and Averill St. apartments, following my half-sister’s death of Spinal Meningitis, she was almost 3, my Mom’s marriage didn’t survive it. I’ve attended more funerals before I was 18, than weddings throughout my entire life.

We soon moved to Atherton and Hammerburg Rd., to Westgate Plaza, which is where I started going to Neithercut Elementary, and soon saw Grosklaus and Turpen around. Did my time, was fucking hell, at McKinley Junior High School, probably the worst time in my life. I was always the new kid on the block, got good at making friends quick, but it was usually a long time coming before I was accepted by the locals. After 8th grade… that Spring I was 13 and obtained my first guitar after somebody showed me the Beatles “Day Tripper” riff, I bought that very same guitar, a shitty classical/acoustic, I was hooked! We moved to Grand Blanc and my High School experience begins. High school in the 9th Grade was dismal, unaccepted new kid on the block, trying to fit in, but couldn’t. I spent a lot of time alone and dabbled on the guitar, Mel Bay beginning guitar books and stuff.

 

 

My 80’s experience, since I discovered punk:

1982-early 83:

“Thrash”, Lineup: Eric Scott (age:17)-Vocals, Gary Phillips (age:13)-Drums, Chris McNicol (age:15)-Guitar.

I didn’t have an amp (or a decent guitar for that matter) and was actually playing through the P.A., pretty rough. Eric and I both wrote lyrics and I wrote the original tunes we did. Chuck Taylor makes a guest appearance on “We’re Called Thrash”, from one of our first recordings, included within. He’s trading vocals with Eric; I got the idea from “Lights Out” by the Angry Samoans, heard via the late night (1am) on Phil’s “Anarchy” program. Full band practices were at Gary’s house, I’m sure his parents “loved” it!

Background: Eric and I lived literally feet away from each other, in an apartment/townhouse complex in Grand Blanc. We “met” each other in 1982, for we’d seen each other around a lot before we became friends, and we were both getting involved musically in the punk movement at the time. Our first “religious” punk experience was hearing the Dead Kennedy’s “In God We Trust, Inc., along with the Clash’s first album, Faith/Void, The Sex Pistols, The Ramones, etc. Chuck and I had a history class together as sophomores, first class of the day, and we bided our time trying to make each other laugh by drawing stupid pictures and shuffling them back-n-forth, probably why both of us had to actually repeat that same class the following semester… those stupid pictures we drew are there for your entertainment, and I’m sure they beg the question if it was worth it, looking back, I’d say “Hell Yes”!

I still have 8-track recordings, until I found a cassette recorder, of Phill Hines radio show “Anarchy” from the early 80’s, he turned me onto a lot of great music, like: Discharge, Crass, Cramps, Angry Samoans, Plasmatics, Exploited, Black Flag, Circle Jerks, Rudimentary Peni, Bad Brains, Minor Threat, Necros, Negative Approach… and so on! The “Take No Prisoners” show with Jim McDonald and Ben Hamper was back to back with Phill’s show. I have hours of these original early 80’s shows on tape if you’d like ‘em.

Our first show was at Joe’s Star Lounge in Ann Arbor, I think this was in 82’ or early 83’ at most. We were just kids hanging out with all these “older” punks, kind of intimidating for a 15 year old, at least until one of the gnarliest looking punks with a leather and spiked everything bought me a beer, fuckin’ cool man! The bands that played were: the FU’s, Plain Truth, and most importantly, ‘The State”, their EP “No Illusions” changed me, fuckin’ incredible!!!

Locally there were only shows at this house in Flint; I believe Detroit St. was the location, close to downtown I think. This is where we first saw Dead Burnt Bodies/Dissonance with GrosKlaus on vocals. We had “Pass It Around” when it came out and skateboarded to that tape more than any other. I was so glad they finally re-released that old stuff recently, for my tape was all but wore out with dead spots and dropouts from being played so often. “Pass It Around” is still probably one of my top 10 punk picks, “Johnny Doe” was an awesome tune.

 

 

1983 - 1984:

By this time we found “Schoolkid Records”, and a cool shop called “Make Waves” in Ann Arbor, they had all the current and past punk releases in stock, we’d empty our wallets, drop off the loads of vinyl in a car, skate a while, and then head home, anxiously awaiting to get to the turntable.Flint welcomed one of our favorite pastimes now, finding old abandoned buildings and exploring, mainly Chuck and Dan were the one’s all to eager for this activity. We used the bus line between Grand Blanc and Flint quite frequently.

One of our favorite stops was the old Brewery on the east side of Saginaw St. about a ½ mile south of Downtown Flint, I think. The top floors of these abandoned buildings had graffiti, old wine bottles, used syringes, burnt down candles, cigarette butts, smells of urine and fecal matter, so I’m sure you can see the attraction. Behind the brewery was an old loading dock to a small warehouse, that look vacant from peaking over the 4 ft. landing area, at least until I jumped up and looked to the extreme right of the building, where I witnessed an old dude jerking off on this trashed couch against the wall of the entry way. This ragged man looked at me and I yelped and started running back towards the road, with Chuck, Dan, and Eric in tow, it really freaked us out!

Another hot spot for goofing around in was the Pick Durant hotel, now closed for almost 10 years. That hotel was once pretty elegant from the layout, now pretty much in ruins, debris from rotting walls and ceilings all over the floors, old hotel keys, trays, paper, and trash every where. I think it was the first day of our senior year when Chuck and I were “arrested” in the Pick Durant. We had to scale the building from the rear, using old electrical wires, leading up to a upper level 2nd story “courtyard”, where we easily entered the building unobtrusively through an open window. Unfortunately, somebody saw our unique entrance into the building and made a call. We were goofing around in there for an hour or so, until we looked down from the roof and noticed a couple cop cars pulling up to one side, then we noticed that there were cop cars already on all the sides of the building. We were pretty stoned by this time, for it was a thrill to smoke up in these buildings once we got in, and I ditched the one joint I had down an old elevator shaft, which is where Chuck wanted to hide until the cops were gone, for we could hear movement in the building on the lower levels. We gave ourselves up when they started coming up the stairs and shouting for us to “come out”. I guess the police had to go to City Hall to obtain the keys to the front door, after they removed the boards covering it up, to get in. They took us downtown, called our parents; Chuck and I could hear each other in our adjoining cells, for they didn’t go to the ceiling. He was nervous about his mother’s reaction when she’d arrive, I remember saying intro lyrics from the Plasmatics, “A pig is a pig and that’s that…” to Chuck to cheer him up, we giggled a bit at our circumstances currently. We were released when our moms showed up to get us, all my mom said to me on the car ride home was, “we won’t say a word to your step-father”. Chuck got grounded and his mom tried to get me grounded as well, when I showed up at his house the next day to hang out. We weren’t actually arrested, just detained and warned about the dangers of fooling around in abandoned buildings.

“Shocking Grasp”, Lineup: Eric Scott - Vocals, Gary Phillips – Drums, George Kalender – Bass, Chris McNicol – Guitar.

Starting to play lots of house parties and hall shows, along with WFBE. This was the Drew Shoes period in Downtown, what I consider the salad days for my punk youth, for the scene was on the boom. The Drew Shoes shows were awesome, packed, and only a buck or two for an entire night of live music. Bloody Coup, Mike Westerman’s band, devout Dissonance fan (a.k.a “stickerman”) was around. The Guilty Bystanders were playing a lot, along with Dissonance with Turpen, I remember when Phil and Tanya still had shows at their Poplar street house, by Kearsley Park, Andy was wearing this white wedding dress at one of his first gigs (if not the very first), fuckin’ hilarious. Godspeed was playing shows and did a WFBE recording, “Ball and Chain” is still a song that sticks with me.

During this time, Eric Scott, Chuck Taylor, Dan Menne, and I, were like the 4 musketeers, living close to each other and going to school together. We went through a lot of shit during our high school years, and after, really relied on each other through the flack of life. By mid 1984 we’d seen Black Flag a couple times, the Misfits last show ever at the Greystone, Necros, Circle Jerks, Butthole Surfers, Nig Heist, Meat Puppets, it goes on and on… I was barely 16 and felt I’d seen more than most would in a lifetime.

The Prospect Hall shows were around this time, I think… saw M.D.C. there with Dissonance, incredible show! I think this is where we saw the Necros possibly. Speaking of Necros… I had a band together in the late 90’s with Todd Swalla, the drummer of Necros and Laughing Hyenas (incredible Ann Arbor band!!!). I was at Todd’s parents place in Toledo, OH and saw these old Necros drumheads with the logos on ‘em from their early 80’s tour, I about freaked out, he told me to take ‘em, his mom was pestering him to get his stuff out of the garage anyway… enclosed are pic’s of those.

The Guilty Bystanders and Shocking Grasp:      Shows were popping up more frequently, at halls or house parties, and The Guilty Bystanders and Shocking Grasp seemed to play almost every show together. We became friends through these gigs. The Halloween show at Rankin hall is one of our first gigs, and the Guiltys were there as well, I was still into my cutting myself phase (along with my friends, just a phase… whatever), I made a couple cuts on my left hand, that were a bit deeper than I intended, being a new razor blade. I bled all over the Rankin Hall floor where we played, the stains were still visible years later. For some reason that night I dressed up for Halloween with an American Flag as a cape and got shit loads of flack, Eric sported pink thermal underwear and a pink cutoff Thrasher t-shirt, his girlfriend’s jammies, I think. The Guiltys went through drummers like Dissonance did with guitarists, they were always in need of a decent drummer, I remember them early with Dave “Grave” Hollingshead and some other guy with lots of hair…? We played a house party together in Grand Blanc at Kristin and Dionn Michelson’s house in Grand Blanc, probably where Leanne Caputo first saw John Vamossy, inspiring the Miss Pac Man letter… if my memory serves me right. At one of the 1st shows at Ukranian Hall, I remember Steve Newlin, John Vamossy, and I messing around behind the stage area earlier in the day way before the doors even opened, slam dancing and reciting/singing the words to MDC’s “Million Of Dead Cops” album. This may have been the show where I needed to use Steve’s guitar, I think mine pooped out at the last minute. Good Times!

- Actually I just found the few photos from that show, and I am indeed using Steve’s guitar there, in pics you can see: Eric, George, myself, and in the “pit”: Chuck Taylor, Matt Simi, Myron, Rich, Lance Russell (Dan Russell’s nephew, I believe), and others I can’t quite identify.

Eric and I were writing poems for the school paper, go figure… Chuck wrote movie reviews and Dan was an editor, I think. We’d sell the paper in school for 15 cents and then use the money to buy food in the cafeteria. My entire life revolved around the music and skateboard scene, it’s all I did, if I wasn’t writing or listening to music, I was out skating, nothing else.

 

 

Late 1984 - mid 85:

“Dark Reality” Lineup: Eric Scott - Vocals, Gary Phillips – Drums, Andy Turpen – Bass, Chris McNicol – Guitar.

Andy came in late 84/early 85, would have been my senior year in high school. It’s kind of funny, but I knew Andy when I lived in Flint and went to Neithercut elementary, I actually have a few photos of our 6th grade class. I was a good friend with the Billings, Brad and Brian, who lived down the street from and knew Andy. I used to live in this shitty apartment complex called Westgate off of Atherton, I remember seeing Mike Grosklaus around, he used to be friends with the Mike Mosack who lived in the same apartment complex, man I was only 11 or 12 riding these shitty plastic freeformer and banana skateboards, while Grosklaus was riding around on this “huge” wooden skateboard (for the time, since big decks weren’t in fashion around 1978 or so), Mike kind of scared me, he was a big guy and kind of intimidating a little, at least to a kid, which I definitely was.

I would talk to Andy at shows and he mentioned he was learning bass and wanted to get something together. George wasn’t really happy playing punk. So Andy slid right in easily. Dark Reality was definitely a huge leap in song writing, for Andy and myself. Andy was really into the Bad Brains and had this killer bass riff he’d written, emulating a Bad Brains feel… it was perfect, that song started our little jaunt together as a band. We played a few shows and wrote some good music and then Brian left Dissonance, it was a natural leap for me to merge over to that band. Eric had graduated the year before and was feeling life’s pressures at home and out of home, Gary was just starting High School and pursuing other musical interests, for he was a phenomenal drummer and sought after.

Dissonance was great, I had been a huge fan since their beginnings and already knew some of their musical catalog. I was a little timid around Phill and Tanya though, they really seemed like adults tome, and I really looked up to Phill. I’ll never forget something Phill said to me in the midst of my being with them, he knew where I was at in that point in my life and he said, “Chris, do whatever you need to do to take care of yourself and take whatever path that is, even if it isn’t with music or this band, maybe going off to college, to just do it, not let anything hold you back”. Those words speak more sharply now than they did to my young tender ears, keep in mind I graduated at 17 and was still pretty young and immature. In retrospect I think he may have realized the shuffle I was experiencing at home, for I had moved at least every two years since I was born, at least until high school, where I had a solid 3 and ½ years there.

Joining the band was the most exciting time in my life, at the time, and there were plans of the tour in 1985 with 7 Seconds to the west and back, and I’d already played the Kishma Grotto gig and one in Grand Rapids, to pretty good crowds. We were working on some new songs, I wrote the music for “Cruise Control”, actually started that one in Dark Reality…

Ok, factors that attributed to the breakdown, and yeah I was dabbling a little in psychedelics, but there is a lot more going on. I was onto the third stepfather and just moved away from my high school surroundings into his house in Burton, we moved a month before I graduated, that sucked! My mother had been telling me for years that I was out of the house once I graduated, I was just extra baggage in her life, she had me at 17 so she never had a life of her own. She also told me I couldn’t do the tour, which in retrospect doesn’t make sense if I was out of the house anyway… I was scared, for this beautiful thing fell in my lap and it was about to dissipate from the fright of my own mother. I really think Phill knew what was going on in my household, for my mom was quite abusive, and not just verbally. I think Phill knew that I wanted to put my all into the band and see what came of it, I only wished I’d been stronger in fulfilling my own needs.

I remember a lot of my hysterics that brought me to the basement of Hurley, just like that guy mentioned in the DVD, since I was only 17 my mom admitted me and there was nothing I could do about it. I was seeing and hearing shit that wasn’t there, I created my own safe house/haven that sheltered me from all that was coming down on me. I feel awful for monkey wrenching the band and most of all, totally wigging on Andy in his mom’s van, telling him I wanted to go home, but it wasn’t where my mom lived, it’s weird looking back at my actions and the circumstances going on in my life. Too young, too much, too soon, my head was spinning of course, I hit a wall.

 

mid 1985-86:

Recovering form the breakdown, actually hung out with “Wiz” at Pine Rest in Grand Rapids while we were both recuperating there, since parents didn’t know how to deal with their kids, pretty popular sport in the mid-80’s, Jello Biafra focused a lot of attention on this topic/epidemic from his “No More Cocoons” spoken-word album.

Punk was leaning towards metal and I didn’t make the transition, I basically lost track or touch with the current punk scene. Personally, after seeing Dissonance with Jim, it seemed that they were making the transition as well, even though the band was thought of as never going metal, just listen to “On Top?!” and compare it to anything after it, you have to be deaf to not notice the change! Maybe it’s my own personal bias, I dunno… The marriage between Punk and Metal, partially thanks to Metallica wearing their Misfits t-shirts, never went down well with me. It seemed that every punk band that went down the heavier metal road disbanded within a year of the change. Lots of good punk bands were done by the end of 1986 or just slowly dying, sucking on the carcass of the earlier times and it looked like the 2nd wave of punk (the one that first swept the U.S.) was gone for good. I hardly have anything in my punk music collection after late 1985 and I have a boatload of vinyl! I didn’t dislike metal, I just felt there was a distinct separation between punk and metal. Metal was more refined/defined and lacked the raw power of punk, focus seemed more on skill and 1000 note-per-second guitar solos, than the energy and emotion found in punk pre-late1985.

 

1986-87:

Hanging out with the Flint “skins” Frank, Brian, Mike, Jeff, Wiz… bands such as: Ashtray, Busch, and Broomsauce came out of this group, we used to all practice at Frank’s house off of Richfield road between Dort and Averill St. Dave Grave probably has more details from this period, I was very productive and busy.

“Busch” lineup: Mike X – Vocals, Brian P. – Drums, Chris McNicol – Guitar, Jeff – Bass. All I did is write the music for the band, Brian and I would “hash” out the songs at his parents house, a couple blocks away from Franks. Mike would right the words, with wonderful choruses like: “Smoke dope, snort coke, (repeat 4X)”, I never really could understand/decipher his lyrics, if I could have, maybe the band would have lasted less than a couple months.

We played one show at Kishma Grotto. We practiced at Frank’s house, with his band Ashtray. Busch was short-lived and basically a stepping-stone for Broomsauce, once Brian decided to sing.

“Broomsauce”, lineup: Brian P. – Vocals, Dave “Grave” Hollingshead – Drums, Chris McNicol – Guitar, Jim (Ashtray’s guitarist) – Bass.

Started in late1986, with me and a bunch of songs, and Brian Pinchok (sp?). (can’t remember his last name) on drums, he soon went to vocals when we got Dave. We wrote for a couple months without a bass player, Dave and I jamming in my attic in this house I was renting off of Court St. by Mott Community College. Tanya Narhi jammed with us on bass at least once, while we were trying to find a permanent bass player, I’ve included that recorded session and it’s easily identifiably Tanya’s fuzzed/chorused bass signature.

Unfortunately, the WFBE session I provided is without vocals after the first track, since Brian blew out his voice, probably from our rigorous practice schedule. I no longer have the recordings after Brian went backing and laid down all the vocal tracks, Dave possibly has a copy or at least might know somebody that has a copy. I think it’s a great recording, musically, even without vocals, but the vocals were pretty good, lyrically and humorously. If you bother tracking down these recordings with the vocals, send ‘em my way please!

“Death”, lineup: Steve Newlin – Guitar, Rick Anderson – Bass, Chris McNicol – Guitar, Andy Wheat – Drums.

A spoof band of Repulsion, made up on the spot. We played the U-cup a couple times when “shows” were there. No recordings were made that I know of, except somebody once played me stuff live from the u-cup (it’s for the best we don’t have recordings of this joke/spoof band, ha ha).

“CDG”, lineup: Brandon – Vocals, Rick Anderson – Bass, Tim Schwartz- Drums, Larry Smiley – Guitar, Chris McNicol – Guitar.

CDG was together for about 3 years and went through many transformations and styles of music, from country sounding to outright punk, very eclectic. Ben Hamper used to come to the shows in the Capital basement and loved our version of “Born to be Wild”. I have a few video tapes of these shows, a couple from the Seifert’s (sp?) barn, and a couple shows from 1987 when the stage used to be to the side, this is when they had the “summer of love” show, I think this was also in the basement of the capital.

The Guilty Bystanders original drummer, Andy Wheat (sp?), was our first drummer for a few months, until he went to Ann Arbor for school, I think. Later in the bands duration John Vamossy (Sp?) also “joined” for a short stint and sang and played rhythm guitar after Larry left. The Rusty Nail, in downtown Flint, was having bands at this time, along with “Dan” the DJ on certain nights, I think Thursdays. CDG played a couple of these gigs, along with the Guilty’s, the Will, House of Mirth, and Dissonance, to name a few. We put out one “release” on tape called Nicotine Fit: half was recorded at WFBE Studios and the rest in Ann Arbor, at U of M East Quad studio. It’s easy to tell what was recorded where, for the Ann Arbor is very polished and clear sounding. CDG became Pincusion after Brandon left the group and we once again went to Ann Arbor to record more material. We laid down all the music tracks and some vocals, but never returned to finish it.

 

1987-1989:

By this time I was renting the lower level of a house about block from Kearsley Park, not far from where Phill and Tanya’s Poplar Street house was. I lived there for at least a year or two, my roommates at various times included Steve Newlin, Larry Smiley, Darrin and Bub Uhlackey (sp?) from the Will, which I actually filled in for Bub briefly during one of their infamous fallouts.

Chuck, Eric, Dan, and I rented the house that used to be the Touch Boutique downtown Flint by Robert T. and Martin Luther (Detroit St.).

There was way too much partying going on during this time. I may have indulged and dabbled my fair share, but the drug culture/scene never really took over my life. I like to try new things and maybe do them again a couple times if it was a good experience, but I never became co-dependent like many around me. The reason you find a 5-year gap in my Flint History is because Eric and I split to Ann Arbor to escape the drug induced euphoria that was enveloping our world and our friends lives. I consider this a pretty dark period for the Flint scene and I’m not really sure if it ever truly recovered. Pretty crazy to see a billboard outside of the Touch house that read “Before You Inject, Disinfect” and promptly displayed a huge syringe going through a Bleach bottle, nice advertisement as you approach downtown Flint heading south on Martin Luther… I wish I had thought to get a photo of that! Crazy!

We’ve had many casualties along the way, a long strange trip indeed. There were a lot of rumors around of the extent of the actual drug use, Tanya even stopped by the Touch once and was seriously concerned about the state of our affairs. Unfortunately, if anyone in that household did anything, everyone shared the blame or the ramifications of those actions. Things got blown out of proportion, in respect to some of us there, like Eric and I. I came home once and walked into Chuck’s room and found him shooting up again with one of the Déjà vu strippers he was fond of dating, lots of instant cash with lots of easy drug access. Within two weeks of that event, Eric and I were gone. Our concerns for our best friends were worn out, we tried to intervene, but to no avail. I won’t deny that we all tried and had a taste of what these harder drugs would induce, but some of us sampled it, quite enjoyed and then moved on with our lives, end of story… while others got into it very heavy and for the long haul. One of the hardest times in my life was coming back to Flint for Christmas and someone telling me they were sorry about Chuck’s death, I flipped out, I was in disbelief! I spent the next few months trying to find out anything I could to confirm this news. Eric and I were in shock, both of us tried to get a hold of Chuck’s parents, for I used to spend a lot of time at his house while we were in high school. His parents never got back to us and never answered the phone, understandably so, once I got hold of the obituary they’d submitted. I spent days searching newspaper archives in Portland, OR and finally found someone at the Flint Journal Archives find a obituary from his parents and e-mailed it to me, sad day indeed!

Natural Chemistry was a band I started in Flushing, was spending more time away from Flint and the Touch party house. We never played an actual show, but we wrote and recorded lots of music. We have two lengthy videos we made with a hand held camcorder during the summer of our union. By this time the scene was now flourishing again with a whole new crowd of underground music lovers. Flushing brought a surge of newcomers, like Mike Fickies, Scottie Paul, and Dan Dulin. Stomping Ground and Worrystone would emerge soon enough.

 

 

Late1994 -1996:

55FFER formed in late 94. Lineup: Marty Brummeler - Guitar and Vocals, Andy Winohradski – Bass and Vocals, Skot Free – Drums, Chris McNicol – Guitar.

Formed in Holly, MI by Marty Brummeler, basically from the former band “Somebody’s Friends”. With newer upcoming bands like: Sebadoh, Pavement, Girls Against Boys, Nation of Ulysses, Shudder To Think, Drive Like Jehu, Built To Spill, Mystery Machine, Poster Children, and Modest Mouse, it was hard to ignore this new unique type of music being produced and 55FFER devoured this music, which shows in our recordings. We used to practice at Mrs. Brummeler’s (Marty’s mom) dance studio in downtown Holly. Marty and his mother also were co-owners of Brummeler’s Soda fountain in downtown Holly.

This band really taught me how to think outside of the box when it came to playing guitar and writing. Personally, 55FFER is probably the one band I enjoyed the most and still hold quite dear to my heart. I’ve been in touch recently with the remaining members of the band and they seem to feel the same way as I, it was a great time for creating music and sensing a revival of sorts of the old shows of the 80’s.

Outside of Flint we played a few shows with friends Bev Clone (we loved that band!) in Ypsilanti/Detroit area, we also played at the Blind Pig in Ann Arbor, and Jamestown in Saginaw, and some little caf’e in Bay City. Sponge opened for us once, never repaid us the favor when they got “big”, ha ha, oh well. We were included on the Flint Compilation -“Super Road Ass”, unfortunately that recording of “Sorry”, one of our personal favorites, was recorded after our van and all the gear was jacked after a gig in Hamtramck, we never really recovered after that devastating blow and the band pretty much disintegrated soon after.

The five songs from the “Skot’s Birthday” recording were a good picture of where we were headed and that version of “Sorry” should have been the one put out on the Flint Compilation CD. The “Skot’s Birthday” recordings would have made a nice EP, even with the crappy sounding 2-track recordings of those songs, we talked about releasing some of those songs as B-sides or tail-ends, ah well…

Somebody once told us, a couple years after we disbanded, that the Matt Davis EP was still circling around Chicago and making a little buzz, we actually got together once in Ann Arbor to jam and see what came of it, but we were so dispersed by distance and time, to no avail.

 


Chris McNicol