|I'm in the background|
Sigh. How exciting it was to be 23.
Kiley and I met in middle school -- I remember playing with my mom's face masks with her and a mutual friend, laughing as we peeled them from our faces in front of the bureau mirror in my parents' room. Years later, we ended up in the same sociolinguistics class at Purdue, and while we were catching up, it came up that we both played musical instruments. At some point, one of us exclaimed, "Dude! We should start a fuckin' BAND!"
|Taken by Sandra|
Then suddenly, we were at my house, which I rented with my then-boyfriend in downtown Lafayette, practicing chords and covering Regina Spektor songs, with Kiley on acoustic guitar and me on my grandmother's piano (which I had to buy at an auction because my sociopath uncle sold all her stuff).
Here's us just fucking around early on -- this was an unfinished chorus and bridge, and it became a "real" song later:
Our song-writing strategy was simple: I'd never written a song before, and Kiley wrote songs in her sleep. She'd come over for rehearsal with a new idea for a song, complete with most of the lyrics, and then I'd make shit up on the piano to the chords she already had. That was probably the one area where I was solid: I knew chords.
Kiley knew some of the chord names, but mostly she just played what sounded cool and didn't really know how to communicate what it was (and that's not a bad thing -- Paul McCartney couldn't read sheet music either, and I suppose he did okay with himself). I'd studied music since I was a kid, learning chords and scales, being in the school band for eight years, taking a music theory course at Purdue, performing with the Lafayette Citizens Band, etc. I was able to figure out, with relative ease, the chords Kiley was playing on guitar and then match something up with the piano. It helped that she kept her guitar tuned really well.
Before I knew it, Kiley was talking about playing live, which naturally freaked me the fuck out. We did end up playing some live shows, and she was so cool with all of it, but my hands shook the entire time, and the shows are a blur to me now. I don't remember making any big mistakes, but I do remember us starting a song over at the Knickerbocker after a couple of measures because it didn't sound right. I don't know what we changed the second time, but it sounded fine after that.
|Taken by someone I don't know. Both my now-ex-fiancé and my father are in this picture. OOH GUESS THEM!|
|At the Skylight Coffee House. Peter Tork played on this stage two years later.|
|Recording. Photo is by our friend Angie, but I don't know if she's interested in consulting as a photographer right now. If she lets me know, then I'll link to her stuff in this caption later.|
|Hallway in this school-furniture store place where the studio was. Also, I was pretty uncomfortable with having my picture taken. I still am.|
I'm glad I found those songs and videos, though. Lots of good memories. She brought me out of my shell -- when I first thought about performing on stage or recording music, I wanted to shit myself. Now, however, I know that I did something that terrified me, and I enjoyed it. And, I hope, other people got something out of it as well.