Oedipussy

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Book: Oedipussy by Solomon Deep Read Free Book Online
Authors: Solomon Deep
and intelligent stylings. Official selection of Fender Guitar s [his selection of his Fender Guitar when he bought it is somewhat official to him ] .
     
    Steve Harvester - Bass Guitar
    Steve is the newest addition to the band, coming from a classical training in Jazz bas s [whatever that means ] to join the rhythm section that hums below the striking driving sound of the band as a backbone tha t [mention some famous people! ] is heavily influenced by Jack Bruce and Les Claypool.
     
    John Xiong - Percussion
     
    "Wait, stop. I want to change my name."
    "Why?"
    "It's too... Vietnamese."
    "It's cool."
    "Eh."
    "What if we change it to X?"
    "Like, Johnny X!"
    It was decided.
    "What do we type?"
    "Just make some stuff up like you have been. I like this."
     
    Johnny X - Percussion
    Johnny X comes from a long line of professionally trained percussionists who studied with Avedi s ['But I didn't.' 'White lie, we just don't have to say which Avedis!' ] and came up with his original hammer-styl e ['what?' 'I don't know - don't worry about it, sounds more official.' ] that remains a striking contrast to many bass performers of the common era.
     
    To book The Dawn Ego for the concert your customers will never forget, leave a message for Carly at...
    "That's your mom?"
    "I know, I'll just tell her I put our number on there and I'll be the one to call them back."
    "Oh."
    We wrapped up copying eight tapes and printed out the letter with the dot-matrix printer in my bedroom slamming ink digits into the paper. There was something grungy in itself that we were using a barely antiquated printer - so I kept the guiding hole edges on the paper to see if we could use it on the press kit. I tossed the tapes, the copy for the band, some sharpies, the encyclopedia and cut-up magazines, the tape cover, and everything else into a box.
    "To Kinkos?" I asked.
    "To Kinkos!"
    When we got to the store, we cut and pasted, copied and zoomed and disintegrated our artwork, and print onto glossy cardstock. We stuck, folded, taped, and assembled. We used the design of the tape cover to make a letterhead, stickers, and decals for the tapes. When we finished, we had enough to make up eight press kits, minus the photo of the band. With my employee discount (both of the official variety and the variety of the one that my blue-oxford-shirted friend behind the counter added by accidentally leaving a few of the copies off of the order and returning a wink), it only came to eight dollars.
    If I used the color copier to make the band photos rather than having Jenny make photographic prints, we were going to get our name out to eight venues for less than two bucks each. Perfect.
    We walked next door to the pizza shop and ordered slices and root beers, and we talked strategy as we ate.
    "What’s next," I began, "is that we just need to line up some dates that make sense, and work together to keep us driving forward. We start with some small venues, and then maybe try to add a song a week or something, and then practice all of the earlier ones. We might even be able to book, what, a show a week?
    "Do you think that one rehearsal and one show a week is too much for everyone?"
    "Reasonable to me - I don't know about the other guys. I mean, we all have a job. We'll just have to see."
    "True..." Between the Nirvana thing, and the fact that I only knew this young man as a result of some bizarre acquaintancehood, I figured it was time to find out who this guy was.
    "Who are you?" I asked.
    "Who am I?"
    "Yeah, I mean, I know little. I know you're nice, you can beat a drum, your family is Vietnamese, and a few other things... But I want to know who you are and what you want to do."
    "I am just a guy, I don't know."
    "What do you like?"
    "Music. Probably going to go to school for biology after I get out of here, though. I applied to some tech schools that I have a pretty good chance of getting into because of my SAT scores. I don't really know, though. I’m still trying to figure

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