An Introduction to “Miranda”

-Intro-

A sweltering summer night, sometime in the summer of 2009, a group of individuals conspired to meet together on 50 Lawrence Street. The city: Leominster. The state: Inconsequential. SF had learned that this musical foray was going to transpire, via an internet service grown popular and known know as “the facebook.” AA had notified SF of the peculiar happening between himself and SS. The two had previously met through a website, it’s name: Inconsequential. For over a year, the two would meet in this Lawrencian basement and mash their musical makeup together, until a pretty girl of a song was churned out. At least in terms of bass and percussion. After several unsuccessful tryouts with guitar practitioners, the two were left dumbfounded. Where to turn? Well why not call on a long past, childhood friend to see what the cut of his sonic gib might be?

SF had returned from the arid shores of Arizona and was hungry as ever to join an already developed band. Too old to start something organically, at least too old in his own 26 year old eyes, AA had emailed SF through the already mentioned FB and SF’s creative tingle bone was stroked. On this hot August night, SF ended up at this Lawrencian basement and joined in with the others. SF had previously jammed with AA here, but these get togethers were loose, unfocused, and the occasional little mermaid cover jingle would show itself. AA’s parents were often annoyed of this random noise and the sessions were often cut short, but laughs did ensue, promising something more meaningful for the future.

Skip ahead from 2009 to December of 2009. A few rough cuts had been assembled and the band nervously took the stage at the Lucky Dog in Worcester. The same stage the Stones had once graced, as they warmed up for a much larger gig at the nearby Centrum. At this time SF was struggling with a raw, trebly, solid state sound, beamed from his Fender 212 amp. AA had really only ever played one show in a band setting before and was clearly in a strange headspace before going on. SS seemed confident, but rightly so, as he had written all of the songs. How would the audience react to this all instrumental trio? Would it bore them or would their heads bob like ostriches in heat? This not knowing, added to the nervous behaviors, that were dulled by ales and straight whiskey shots. A large smattering of family and friends appeared at this show, curious to see what this group “Miranda” was really all about. Would they sing songs about them? Would they represent their families in the most honorary way? Or would they witness a side of these band members that they previously were unaware of? Too many questions as this band of 3 stalked onto the stage. The sound guy was high and resembled a grungier Ryan Gosling. The show went off and was a success, at least as good as these songs were going to sound in their earliest of incarnations. End Chapter 1.

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Foster: a summer get together

The band that really broke me out of my musical shell so to speak, was the band I was in through the end of high school and part of college: Foster. We were a 4 piece alternative rock outfit and spent a fair amount of time on each song we wrote. It’s easy to say that “we were different, or stood out” from our peers, as I’m sure most small local bands do this in a varying degree. I suppose it’s an age-old thing, where playing in a band is all about being able to identify yourselves from the heap of bands that are constantly forming, breaking up, and then maybe reforming.

But we did have a strange sense of maturity for a group of 18-19 yr. olds. I realized this when listening back to about 20 of our recordings with my friend Zach, who played bass in the band. I came up in a musical age, or at least in central mass. (2000-2004), where guitar solos were frowned upon, along with anything approaching vocals that were distinguishable above the music. It was more of a punk/hardcore scene an bands with an alternative/indie sound didn’t really exist. Plus when you’re under 21, you can’t really play any legitimate club shows, so we were limited to rec. halls like the Wallace Civic Center in Fitchburg, MA.

In no way am I saying we were at a higher level and that I’m just writing this to blow up my own ego and the band’s ego. I’m just commenting on the marked differences I saw with what we were doing and the bands we played with.

In 2004 we all went our separate ways and understandably other facets of your life can surpass the notion of keeping a band together.

I’m not one to wax a lot of nostalgia when it comes to music, so I’ll only say that I really do look forward to this summer. I’ll blame it on my Aquarian sign which is hungry for the future and at times standoffish towards the cemented past. Even writing about music, or music I’m a part of, is awkward at times as I feel that I’m this controlling – self promoting – in-house journalist..which can read as kind of pompous. But I suppose chronicling the process is good for looking back on down the road.

It’s been a good 7 years since our last show and I think just the act of relearning songs, jamming out, and just having a good time with it is what it’s all about right now. The show we plan will just top it all off.

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