Rock Movement #23

I did live through a brief glorious period where I had access to a rehearsal space set up to record straight to an 8-track-to-cassette analog machine, and psychedelic drugs at the same time. One night I set out to document Never Again for the first time with words, and with a gel cap.

I wish I still had the cassette to prove it, but that version sounded better than anything I’ve been able to come up with since. I was so excited I had to drive at least a couples of miles to my buddies’ place to share. When I got there I found a pair of guys getting ready to move out and burn all of their stuff because the place was so infested with roaches. Zzzt Zzzt they zipped across the floor or wall every few seconds. If you’ve never seen this on acid before you’re in for a treat.

I could handle only so much of this before driving a car was less stressful than my fear of bugs. I got myself back to the rehearsal spot, hit record, and sat behind the drums and shook cockroaches out of my spirit for about eight minutes. I rewound the tape and recorded a couple of takes of bass and heard a song start to develop. I recorded a couple of guitar parts and a vocal through the guitar pedal, and ended up with this. And there it lay.