I went to Houston, Texas this last week to visit friends and family. Luckily, I was able to make contact and plans with several people. One of which was a dear friend of mine. His name? Casey (in the yellow shirt). That’s right, Casey and KC. We go all the way back to toddler-hood. We remember running around outside together and one of us eating a mouthful of dirt and we would both laugh, or at least one would laugh while the other cried. Don’t worry, we took turns on this one. Those were the days. Life was much simpler.
Back to the band. We have frontman, lyricist, and guitarist Casey. On bass, we have Clint, which is just an all around cool dude. On the drums, Jacob. Jacob was more quiet and reserved, but I really appreciated the way he glued all the personalities together. All three of these gentleman have a gentle communal feel to how they represent themselves and each other. They were very refreshing to be around.
Before band practice, we hit up The 8th Wonder brewery in downtown Houston. We all settled in on the IPA. We shared drinks, made introductions, caught up on essential stories, and laughed. Laughter really is the best medicine. Once we got word that Jacob was arriving, we made our way to the studio. Casey hopped in my car and we both shared stories about how our car accidents happened, and how it us changed us physically, mentally, and emotionally.
Once at the studio, we hung out and chatted for probably 15-20 minutes, and then Casey allowed me about 5 minutes on his guitar. It was the best 5 minutes I had spent in a long while. So much so, that I am going guitar shopping today with my wife. I can’t be without my favorite art form. Life is incomplete.
Well, I bought one!!!
While hanging out just before the real jamming began, we got into my military experience. Nobody in the band had served, but they were interested in my stories. Clint, the bassist, had a “support the troops” sticker on the back of his bass, and he even assured me that when I was with Another Pearl Harbor, that I was in a “safe” place. This isn’t a condescending word. I have been going through alot with myself and my family regarding some military-connected issues, and to hear someone say, “safe” and mean it, was very disarming. So much so, that I wanted to cry, but I digress.
When Jacob arrived, we all went downstairs to haul his drum equipment so he could setup. I told the guys that I am not supposed to do any heavy lifting, but I grabbed the stool. Everyone, including Jacob, seemed appreciative of this. Just another small thing that made hanging out with these guys a night to remember. I apologized for not hauling more, and he said, “You have already done more than I expected.” And he smiled. It was really cool.
Finally, everything was setup, and it was time to listen to Another Pearl Harbor live in the studio. Casey, Clint, and Jacob put together some of the best music I have ever heard. Their YouTube videos and Reverbnation songs don’t do them justice. You have to hear these guys live! They have a spacey/psychedelic rock vibe to their music. It’s entrancing. As they were playing, I was dancing around…lost in the moment. I hadn’t had that much fun since Casey and I used to jam in High School. It brought me back to a time when things were simpler, before life made it too complicated. Occasionally, they would stop and give me the background story on different songs, some of which were 15+ years old. It’s amazing they could remember what they were doing when they wrote these songs. That’s impressive!
They jammed for about 2 hours while I listened. It went by so quick. I didn’t want it to be over, but all good things must come to an end. We said our goodbyes, and I felt good knowing I had reconnected with one of my best friends in the whole world. I am excited about what the future holds for our friendship, and trust me when I say, “You need to listen to Another Pearl Harbor live.” You can thank me later!
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