So Chris and Scott continued jamming and didn't get any better at all and then Scott found a "vocalist" called Sketch. Then they all decided on a dumb ass name, Lost Communication. Chris hated it but butt-buddies Scott and Sketch loved it so Chris just put up with it.
Then one day, while jamming in Chris's garage a pig showed up. He snorted and clawed his hoofs on the concrete and oinked "you guys can't be playing in here, their's noise laws ya know, oink!" This was in August or september of that year I think.
So then the search for a practice place was on. Sketch prettended he was professional body piercer at a Tattoo/Piercing shop run bye a junkie(who's name I can't recall) called Shades Of Gray II. They let the trio jam in the basement for free as long as their junkie friends could fuck with the equipment and ruin it when they weren't around. At this time they found a new, but equally untalented bass player who was a chick (she was kinda hot too, but she had small boobs), and a drummer who was actually pretty decent. Well the basement situation lasted 2 or 3 weeks and then the junkie said ya gotta go, I can't afford my fixes anymore so I gotta sell the place.
So then the search was on again for a practice place, in the meantime they practiced in the drummers basement. But he was a kind of a frat-boy college fuck and so were he roomates and he kinda lost interest after an hour or two so then the search for a practice place and a drumemr, oh yeah, and a bass player was on again. The chick with the small boobs moved back home to butt-fuck nowhere "to find herself" or to mooch off her parents.
So the Lost Communicaion "band" loaded up their gear and stored it in chris's garage once again. Then one fatefull day not long after, Chris went to Discontent to buy some Randy's wired rolling papers and he saw an add for practice place for rent. So he took the number and called it. Low and behold it was The Compound (then called Status Central) run by Brian "I Don't Mean To Be A Dick But..." Anderson (just kidding Brian) of Green Fog Vigilante. So the trio of college drop-outs and one felon that was Lost Communication went and checked it out. Chris was sold right away, there were no time constraints and you could play as loud as you wanted whenever you wanted even at 4:20 am. Sketch, always looking the gift horse in the mouth didn't like it though, he thought the rent was too much (like the he ever paid rent anyway), but Scott was keen on the place too so they took it (and still practice there today I might add).
So now they had a place to practice. Unfortunately they still had no drummer or bass player. So a month or two went by and they came up with a few songs. Then one day chris finally convinced his friend John, who is an ex-marine, to come out and try playing the drums with them. Chris knew that John had played a little bit in high school, and they were desperate for a drummer, so harassed and annoyed John to no end until he decided to come out. Right from the start he sucked as bad as the rest of them, but he kept at it. The band's nick-name at the time amongst The Compound crew was "Shoes in the Dryer" (just think about that one for a second). Well they still needed a bass player so they had a guy named Tim come out and play, but he was REAL bass player and didn't really fit their little group of un-talented hacks, so he didn't last long.
Well they still needed a bass player, so one the tattoo scribblers from the reopened-by-a-non-junkie Shades of Gray II came out and started jamming with them. He was alright no better or worse and stuck around for awhile. His name was Paulie. Then Paulie went to jail... for quite awhile so they found a new bass player, also named chris, who turns out was also a junkie. He was around for a few months then disappeared for a few more. When he came back he was replaced again, by Paulie who had gotten out of jail. But then the tattoo shop went out of business again so Paulie moved away insearch of skin to scar. So now they didn't have a bass player again.
Well a friend of Scott's, named Mike, said he'd play bass with them on a temporary basis until he got his own band going. So now they had a full band and then booked their first (and last as Lost Communication) show at the Compound on Sept. 5th 2002. Well the show sucked, Sketch didn't practice ONE SINGLE TIME in the two weeks before the show while the rest of them practiced EVERY SINGLE DAY! So the day of the show came up, Sketch got there late, they did a little rehearsal then Sketch went and got shit faced and then they played. The band did good, the singer did not. So that was pretty much the beginning of the end of Sketch. After a month and a half of ultimatums Sketch was officially booted. So now they were down to 2 guitars, 1 bass, and 1 drummer and no singer. It went this way for a few months, then Mike got his own band going and left.
Now it was just Chris, Scott and John. So they decided "fuck it, lets just do this ourselves". So chris, scott and john started writing and learning some more songs and chris started trying to learn how to sing and scott started trying to sing but not really learning how to at all. So they got some more songs done and then one day in July of 2003, john talked to one of his buddies in a band called Khaos Stone. They said they had a show in September in Minot ND, and asked if they would like to open for them, they said yes, but they didn't have a name yet, they had a list of possible names but non decided upon. So they gave them the least dumb name on the list, Pave The Rainforest. So they practiced and practiced, and drank beer, and whiskey, and jagermeister, and then the day came to go down to minot for the first PTR show. It was a blast, they drank beer and played songs and smoked cigarettes. They didn't have a bass player but that was alright they pulled it off anyway. Then they came back and got some more shows, and a bass player named Punky. Most recently they aquired a new Lead Singer named Tommy. He can sing better than Chris and Scott (not that it's a hard thing to do). They wrote some new material, did some more shows and that is still who they are today.
Chris is still a cynical bastard who doesn't like anybody and doesn't get laid enough, Scott is still a shy wallflower with crappy music tastes, John is still a half-retarted irishman, Tommy is a singer with a sandpaper voice, and punky is... well punky.
Then in early 2004 punky moved on to greener pastures, so then it was down to four again. Many shows got played after that and most were good, or at least fun. Then in very early 2005, Tommy quit, and then it was down to three, and we shall see where that leads too. After that John quit, then they tried 3 other drummers and then John begged to come back, and now it's three once again.
AND THAT IS THE STORY THUS FAR...