Preserved in Grace
Three slightly overweight, semi bald guys in their mid thirties gets
together in early spring 2004 and decide to form a rock band...sorry,
let me rephrase that: The Rock Band!
There is a guitarist, a bassist and a singer but no drummer. The singer
calls a drummer friend and asks "Pretty, please..?" and the drummer
friend replies "Sure!" and the band are complete!!
Next, the band starts to practice and it sounds heavy as a
motherfucker! The guitarist has written some good tunes, and they
totally R-O-C-K!
Suddenly the guitarist gives the rest of the band the finger in favor
of straightening out some heavy family fuck ups, and so they are only
three again. And that's not all folks, 'cause the drummer decides to
move to this country's capitol to make a career as a financial
consultant...and so there are only two of them left.
The two don't do much, apart from crying like sissies, drink too much
alcohol and whimper about what a great band it could have been...until
they get their act together and the singer buys a guitar, begins
writing some pretty cool songs (or so he thinks, anyway) and the dream
is alive again!
4 months later:
The first guitarist is now an anti fuck up and wants to be a part of
this great band again. His brothers in arms scream in unison: "Yeeah!
Let’s R-O-C-K! You bitch! What took you so long!?" Only problem is they
have no drummer. Again.
Mr. Bass player starts harassing this old friend via telephone to come
and play the drums. "It's just for this one gig and no more! Please,
please, please, or I will pester you until you die!" The old drummer
friend finally gives in and joins the band for rehearsals. And it's a
rock band...sorry, let me rephrase that: The Rock Band again! And it is heavy as a motherfucker!
So here we are. Take it or leave it... What you see is what you get.
There's a hundred ways to say it; If you don't think we rock, we don't
think you do either…
Mattias, Tomas, Martin and Jonas
September 2005
together in early spring 2004 and decide to form a rock band...sorry,
let me rephrase that: The Rock Band!
There is a guitarist, a bassist and a singer but no drummer. The singer
calls a drummer friend and asks "Pretty, please..?" and the drummer
friend replies "Sure!" and the band are complete!!
Next, the band starts to practice and it sounds heavy as a
motherfucker! The guitarist has written some good tunes, and they
totally R-O-C-K!
Suddenly the guitarist gives the rest of the band the finger in favor
of straightening out some heavy family fuck ups, and so they are only
three again. And that's not all folks, 'cause the drummer decides to
move to this country's capitol to make a career as a financial
consultant...and so there are only two of them left.
The two don't do much, apart from crying like sissies, drink too much
alcohol and whimper about what a great band it could have been...until
they get their act together and the singer buys a guitar, begins
writing some pretty cool songs (or so he thinks, anyway) and the dream
is alive again!
4 months later:
The first guitarist is now an anti fuck up and wants to be a part of
this great band again. His brothers in arms scream in unison: "Yeeah!
Let’s R-O-C-K! You bitch! What took you so long!?" Only problem is they
have no drummer. Again.
Mr. Bass player starts harassing this old friend via telephone to come
and play the drums. "It's just for this one gig and no more! Please,
please, please, or I will pester you until you die!" The old drummer
friend finally gives in and joins the band for rehearsals. And it's a
rock band...sorry, let me rephrase that: The Rock Band again! And it is heavy as a motherfucker!
So here we are. Take it or leave it... What you see is what you get.
There's a hundred ways to say it; If you don't think we rock, we don't
think you do either…
Mattias, Tomas, Martin and Jonas
September 2005
