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Disruption in the Garage
As we, the band, begin our routine set up for what we refer to as a “Jam Session” in the musty, dim-lit garage, I notice the worn-out mattresses, broken lamps, old splintered coffee tables, and bulging boxes stacked high against the egg white, spider-webbed walls, my parents have horded into it. The garage, to us, however, is our studio. It’s a place of distinct, clear sounds where each instrument has its own defining personality. Each of these personalities come together to create not only melodic harmony, but intense and deafening states of music, disrupting not just my parents, but the entirety of the small town of Hubbertville.
We begin every jam session the same, tuning our instruments to perfection, the guitars to perfect pitch, and the drums to a perfect balance of attack and resonance. To start with, I prepare my beautiful, silver sparkle, Ludwig, four piece drum set by tuning my toms to a perfect balance of attack and tone, giving the thirteen inch high tom a bright, warm air, and the sixteen inch floor tom a fierce low, rumbling growl, the snare produces a crisp, clear crack and the kick a deep, low-end thump. Next, the lead guitarist, Jake McCollum, somewhat of a thin body with curly, dirty blonde hair that met at about his eyebrows, playing a Fender American Standard Stratocaster with a jade pearl metallic finish, tuned to a very focused and full-bodied sound, creating a fullness of sound in a very loud and deep way, but also pleasant. Finally, the rhythm guitarist, Alexander Teeter, who’s about average size with long, untidy, brown hair about shoulder length, playing a glossy, Fender Blacktop Jaguar featuring a black rosewood fretboard and nickel and chrome hardware, tuned to a more chunky and distorted sound, generating a very grungy and unorthodox sound, although, that is not very pleasant to most . The preparation electrifies my nerves, as I can feel a tingling sensation in my spine in anticipation to begin.
We are in the middle of playing our last song for the day “Scentless Apprentice” by the early 90’s band Nirvana, as a silver Nissan Maxima tiptoes by, with the brake lights dimly lit, my dog, Buster, a mix between husky and chow has found shelter underneath my father’s charcoal Dodge Ram and my mother has left the porch leaving the swing swaying in the humid Summer heat. The smell of burning glass tubes from Jake’s amp mixes with the musty garage air, Alex’s once pure white t-shirt is now gray from the amount of dampness sweated, and my hand is throbbing from an impact with the cold steel rim holding the snare on the dusty black shell of Pork Pie’s well-known Big Black snare drum. The cymbals split your ears with bright shimmering crashes and the bass drum feels as if it is slamming deep into your chest like your constantly being hit with orange basketballs, as Jakes guitar roars over the drums in unison with Alex’s glass shattering screams echoing across the country side.
The hum of the amplifier’s is all that can be heard, as a cool evening breeze rolls through the open garage door cooling my heat radiating skin. My mother quickly opens the garage door with the house phone tightly gripped in her right hand. She sounds like she’s talking into a pillow, but I can tell by the look on her face, it’s the church calling from up the road to ask us to quiet down like every other Wednesday evenings. The jam session is over for today but we looked forward to do it all over again, from beginning to end, next time.