The Underground Chronicles

author: guitaroo_rocker date: 01/08/2013 category: junkyard
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The Underground Chronicles
Pretty much the untold story of a band called The Personalities, as told through my own eyes. Yes we are real, Yes we still do play gigs and No, none of the names have been changed. Instead of shamelessly promoting us through this, however, I aim to tell the story of the struggling musician and the underground music industry. A lot of people tell me music is dead. And a lot of people believe it too. Looking at the pop charts for a year like this 2012 year you see a lot of Drake, Nicki Minaj, Justin Bieber, Carly Rae Jepsen, and its primarily all pure pop bullshit. Cheesy dance beats and simple lyrics about love, money, drugs, sex, and call me maybe. So I can see how people would agree with that statement, that music is dead. However, I am here today to tell you that music (depending on where you go) is very much alive, is being created every day by millions of people with dreams to go far, dreams to one day get their songs on the radio, play their music videos on Much Music or MTV or whatever. Every artist is always waiting for their big break. This story I will tell you today is the ever-continuing story of my band. Please note this story will get more interesting, this is only the humble beginning. So first I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Sean and I play guitar. The story of how I got into music isn't all that interesting, but the story of how I got into playing shows might be. So I'll start there, on the day of my 17th birthday. So my friend Patrick comes over and we start jamming on guitar. This was the first time I had seen him since elementary school, and he had gotten a lot better over the years. He said the same thing to me about my playing, so we decided to start a band. So we did. Now to give ourselves a bit more backdrop here, I lived (and am still living) in Scarborough, Ontario. For those of you who don't know that's the name for Toronto's east end. A lot of people say it's ghetto as sh-t, which it really isn't. There's scarier and sketchier places, trust me. But anyways, I was really weird kid. I was very antisocial, hardly ever talked to anyone outside my own group of friends (which looking back was extremely foolish and arrogant of me), but then I'd have random days were I was really loud, outgoing and obnoxious. I'm pretty sure being a teenager is f--ked for a lot of people too. So it was my last year of high school and I finally had (almost) a band. Naturally I told anyone who would listen, used it to hit on girls in the school band (which I also played in for extra training), and pretty much let it go to my head instantly. The band at this point consisted of two guitarists, and nothing else. No name, no completed songs at that point, Nothing. Instantly went to my head like I was on top of the world. This went on for about a week before Patrick gave me a call: (FYI I forgot to mention, some of the things I or My friends say may be viewed as offensive. And I mean extremely offensive. Especially Patrick). "Yooooo Sollazzo what's good man." "Not much Pat, how you doin" "Good, Good. So I found us a drummer. His names Kennedy. Yo you down to jam with him like this weekend or something" "Sh-t yeah! Is he good?" "Well he's been playing like seven years. He's really into Rush, Led Zeppelin and Tool and sh-t like that, idk abo-" "DUDE!!! All those bands have really insane drummers. YES!!! Lets f--kin jam with this dude." "Ok, see yea Saturday" (Btw, in the real version of that conversation the N word was uttered at least once, so I tried to replace it with "man" or something generic. If it turns I can use language like that and not get banned from this website, that would be sick. The Saga will get better I promise...)
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