I joined my first band in 7th grade hoping to just play guitar. The band, consisting of all upperclassmen, didn’t have a singer yet, though, and I was the only one that could carry a tune, so the drummer – a 3rd degree black belt in martial arts – hog tied me with a guitar cable until I agreed to fill the role. My fate was sealed after about a 3-minute struggle.
Our name changed with the days of the week. We played 5 shows: 3 dances in the basement of a church, 1 town festival, and 1 Catholic School carnival. Audio tape from the dances exist, but I am saving them for blackmail.
Set list included such crowd pleasers as: Summer of 69 (yea, it JUST came out), Livin on a prayer (those notes were easy back then), Peace Sells, But Who’s Buying(Megadeath), Wasted Years (Iron Maiden), Crazy Train(Ozzy), and other classic hits among metal heads everywhere.