Some Good Old Days

At my age, I don't really have a claim to the term "golden years", yet there are days that just can't be brought back in the same sense as before. Some of the best times I've had were with my two best buddies in the band we created together. We had hundreds of ideas for names, but the last one we had before we split was "Apex", which never really fit us; it was just a name to be used as an identity.

Between the amateur recordings, re-recordings, and late nights that almost always concluded with the rising sun, we had some of the best times together; not a night went by without some kind of hysterical laughter over some annoyance with perfecting a part in the song or being silly while in the act of practicing a song.

The nights would almost always begin with a trip to either a greasy fast-food restaurant to grab some late-night grub (in which the phrase "Is y'all sklopen??" was eventually born. Also we figured out that our bassist's best comeback to an argument that he could not win was "No! You're wrong!!") or a visit to the gas-station (later coined a "gas station vacation). to prove the randomness of merely the first part of the night, here are some phrases/events born from these trips:

(1) "Is y'all sklopen??"

(2) the word "queem" was born and serves as its own definition

(3) Our bassist could not (and still cannot) further defend his incorrect liking of eggnog except with the argument "No! You're wrong!!"

(4) Employee: "Hi! Thank you for choosing KFC. You can go ahead with your order."
      Us: [some long order for three growing men]
      Employee: "I'm sorry. I don't have any legs."
      Us: "..."
      Employee: "..."
      Us: "..."
      Employee: "Is that ok?"
      Us: "... How are you going to feed us?"

(5)  the phrase "fresh outta owsta" was born. ...still not too sure what it means

(6) Gunthor fist-pumping in Ooltewah

etc. etc.

After we were fed, a mixture of creativity, hard-thinking, trial and error, random chaos, and pure fun working with our music. If we got too bored or were trying to hard to "force the music", Empire Earth was always a great way to pass the time between days... DAYS.

You guys know who you are! You better come back in town soon for a visit and maybe we'll go for a food run and, if Steak n' Shake sklopen, we'll get some Oreo Cookies n' Cream milkshakes 'cause eggnog sucks!! Then we'll party all night until we're fresh outta owsta.