I think I jinxed myself with my previous post. Eagle-eyed readers may take note that only a few short years have passed between this entry and entry #10.
Since 2018, a few things have happened - both to myself, and the world in general. Remember when people stockpiled toilet paper because other people stockpiled toilet paper so you had to stockpile toiler paper before everyone else stockpiled toilet paper? Good looking out, everyone.
For God Analog, you may notice there’s new music! And with an almost entirely new lineup. Christian literally disappeared and “X” became a Safari guide. I shit you not.
Let me catch everyone up. Our story continues a few weeks from my last entry (which was September 2018, should you have forgotten).
October, 2018
The sound of keys pecking filled the bedroom as I stayed up far later than is smart for someone who has to get up at 5 a.m for work the next morning. Suddenly, in the corner of my screen, I see an email notification.
The name that appeared in my inbox was Shayla Stone.
“Stone.”
That’s an auspicious for a rock drummer, right?
I read through her impressive list of experience and listened to her attached .mp3 titled “sample.”
“sample” was six minutes of tight, slamming patterns, punishing blast beats, and unwavering rhythm.
“So, what’s the catch?” you may find yourself asking, as I did...
Well, unfortunately, she hated our music, referring to it as “at best, Pussy Metal” and turned us down.
HOWEVER, late one night, she texted me the following:
Shayla: yo, adam. I have a friend who maybe more up your alley. Want his #?
Obviously, I said “Yes plz kthxbye” and all that and walked away with the contact information for one Jason Sharone.
Jason was indeed, much more up our alley, and we all agreed to meet up at our usual rehearsal spot to audition him in person.
I arrived at 10 a.m to get the room set up.
X arrived with his guitar.
Christian arrived with a bass.
When Jason arrived, he arrived on-time, so we were off to a great start. To make matters better, he matched his description, and when he got behind the kit, he played magnificently.
We ran through Here’s to Eternity, Possibly, a Marilyn Manson cover, a Bowie cover, and so on.
Everything and everyone sounded spot on, and I felt in that moment, that this could actually work.
“You guys rock!” Jason exclaimed after hitting the last beat of Iggy Pop’s Lust for Life. “I’m in.”
After a round of hardy merrymaking and celebratory pizza, we all sat around and discussed our need for live shows and a music video.
“Okay, for a vid, I got no clue.” Jason said. “But gigs, I think I can help with. My brother is a promoter.”
“I have an idea for the video. What dates are we all free?” I asked.
* * *
In the morning, I sat in front of my computer, staring at the numbers of our latest single.
“Are you seeing this?” X asked me over the phone.
“I-- Yeah.”
“It’s glitching, right?” he asked.
“I don’t know.”
My finger kept clicking the mouse, continuously reloading the page and seeing the number of views and likes continue to increase.
10,000.
20,000.
50,000.
I was speechless.
Maybe...
...just maybe...
...we had a chance at making this work.
