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C: What was the first band you remember being in? It's sometimes funny hearing
about how people end up in such different places from where they started.
S: That was kind of the first band. Then one time, he brought his drums over to my house. We went up in the attic, and we were trying to play, and it was enough vibration that the ceiling in the bathroom fell down downstairs. We were playing, there's this giant explosion, you know, my dad comes running up, my mom is flipping out. So that was the end of Jamming at Steve's House.
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C: Did you ever play at your high school?
S: Yeah, but after I was no longer a student there. Which is while I was still in high school. I was thrown out--it was kind of silly , they threw me out for not wanting to go. Like that was a deterrent! It's like, I learned to read really early, before all the other kids even, so it was kind of easy...I was a little too on top of it, plus it seemed like I had the tools to learn what I wanted to learn, and if I had an idea about something I could go learn it. And then I'd get in school, and everybody would be doing some horseshit that didn't seem to have anything to do with anything, so I'd just sit in the back of the class and read science fiction or something. There were like two sides to the school. There was one principal and two asst. principals. And the principal on the one side was a friend of my dad's. My dad was a teacher, President of the Bethlehem Education Assn., and he was like a heavy guy in the school system, and my mom...they were both teachers and I was a fuck-up. So it was just awful for them and twice as bad for me!! If I'd get into trouble, right, I'd try to get over to the other side of the building... and I'd be OK. Eventually though, the guy on the other side of the building...he was trying to get me for the longest time for something. Didn't even care what. Finally, he got me for something. I got called down to the office--for suspected drug use, because of the people I was hanging out with. There were just these two other guys, and they were like even worse fuck-ups than I was, really, probably, and the principal said, "Alright, you're hanging out with these guys and fuckin' up..if you don't watch it we're gonna throw you out. You're absent, your grades, etc...and he said, "Are you taking drugs? And I said, "I'm tripping right now!"
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C: No! S: Yeah, I was. C: Oh, no. You were? S: Oh, man, I was just...blazing. And he really started to get on my case and I said, "Fuck you! You know what?...I'm gonna outlive you and that's all there is to it. Someday, man, you are just not going to go up my ass and that's it! I don't care what you think of me now...you're gonna be dead...and I'm gonna still be tripping! Throw me out! What do you think you're gonna do? Follow me around until you die and give me shit? Gimme a break! So... he's dead. C: Is he really? S: Oh, yeah! Well, I mean, duh! Having to deal with kids like me..poor old man! But anyway that was kind of like the end of my public school thing. So I got sent to this private school where basically they were happy if you just came. The deal with the principal was that I would show up, but I'd just come t hrough the front door into the hall, and I'd practice. Then at the end of the day I'd leave. Sometime I'd go to class or to lunch, but usually I'd get in, everyone'd go to class and I'd open my guitar case and play. Terrible way to get started, really, but that's how I got started. So the deviant behavior just continued and continued and continues to this day. :) So somewhere along the way I learned how to play a little bit.
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