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DUDE! I was just re-learning Astronomy the other night and driving Emily crazy with it. I’m in!”It’s past midnight,” said Charles, the grinning boy.
Oh, and I think we should call it “Radios Appear” just to be a little more obscure. actually, I seem to remember hearing that BOC would tour in small clubs as “Soft White Underbelly” to try out new material when they were really famous. That would be good too.
“Veterans” is a pretty good name, but I say we call the band “On Flame”, as in “Cities On Flame with Rock N’ Roll”. Oh! Or maybe “The Dharma Bucks”!
One night when I was about 16 BOC was playing Memorial Auditorium and my friend Steve’s band was playing at the Teen Center (242 Main). After BOC was through, the band came downstairs and hung out with the teenagers (a thought that only now do I find kind of creepy). Steve was the keyboardist for a high school band called The Imaginites (which also featured Chad (Chad) Hollister and Pistol (The Pants) Stamen). Steve was playing a Yamaha DX-7 and Buck Dharma autographed his memory card.That’s the end of my story. Steve is now a contributing editor at Keyboard Magazine.I like that the three of us all play guitar. Where are the drummer BOC fans? Who’s on cow bell?
…And looking at me greedily, said it’s 1964!Man. that B. Dharma story is so cool. I wish he would sign MY memory card.Anyway, I’m fucking serious. I need to be in a BOC tribute band. I have all of Buck’s parts down. Who else besides me would learn the lead section of “reaper” note-for-note?I should put an ad in the paper.”Buck Dharma looking for his Eric Bloom to join him in the Club Ninja. Up to two Bouchards welcome. All treaties secret — discretion assured. I’m on the Lamb, but I Ain’t no Sheep.”That’d be cool.By the way, these are my favorite lyrics in Rock:Goering’s on the phone to FreiburgSays “Willie’s done quite a job.”Hitler’s on the phone from BerlinSays “Boy, I’m gonna make you a star!”My Captain Von Ondine, here’s your next patrolA flight of English bombers across the canalAfter twelve, they’ll all be hereI think you know the jobThey hung there dependent from the skyLike some heavy metal fruitThese bombers, ripened, ready to tiltMust these Englishmen live that I might die?Must they live that I might die?In a G-load disaster from the rate of climbSometimes I’d faint and be lost to our sideBut there’s no reward for failure, but deathSo watch me in the mirrors, keep in the glidepathGet me through these radars, no I cannot failNot when great silver slugs are eager to feedI can’t fail, no not nowWhen twenty five bombers wait ripeThey hung there dependent from the skyLike some heavy metal fruitThese bombers, ripened, ready to tiltMust these Englishmen live that I might die?Must they live that I might die?ME-262 prince of turbojet, Junker’s jommo 004Blasts from clustered R4M quartets in my snoutAnd see these English planes go burnNow you be my witness how red were the skiesWhen the fortresses flow, for the very last timeIt was dark over Westphalia, in april of T45Must these Englishmen live that I might die?Junker’s jommo 004 Bombers at 12 o’clock high
I’ll play drums. Seriously.This is all hypothetical, right?
Ari, aren’t you in Chicago?It looks like there are a few BOC tribute acts out there–one of which is called “Agents of Fortune,” which now that I hear it sounds like the obvious name.I have a beard, can play a passable rythm guitar, and can carry a tune. I have zero rock band experience but would love to hear you play that Reaper lead sometime.
Bill – I just got back for semester break! Woo!! That’s enough time to pick up the drums, I think.
Happy to see this thread didn’t get permanently eaten by Typepad’s implosion the other day. New Year’s Eve was the final barrier. Joan Crawford has risen from the grave.
You have no idea who I am, but I was trying to rope some friends into starting a BOC tribute band, and I was Googling to see if “Flaming Telepaths” was already taken.Who are you people with kickass musical taste?
We do indeed have kick-ass musical taste — thanks for noticing!I’m Casey, the Music Editor for Vermont’s alt-newsweekly, Seven Days. I’m also a musician/mixing agent.The other folks are local heroes in their own right; either fantabulous musicans or filmmakers.