Post #124404 by TikiGardener on Mon, Nov 8, 2004 9:25 PM

During the formative portion of my one and only bands exitctence, we practiced at the same practice space as The Slackers. It was an old barber shop on 14th st in NYC.

Well, we're banging away when an extremely loud knockin starts on the security grate outside. The kind that comes from a police issue mag lite flashlight.

So we let the very unhappy looking members of NYPD's finest in. After a some rifling though our stuff ( thankfully all illegal substances had been consumed by that point )one cop turns and says; "just try and keep this.....'music' a little quieter". The way he said 'music' was so outside the meaning of the word that we were all crushed. For about two minutes. Then we realised we had the imprimatur of "THE MAN"!!!

We turned it up louder and never looked back.

Serious bad moments, every time I went for that one screaming/haunting note in one song and all I got was "puhlink!" because I had fretted it just wrong.

Good times...