Unfortunately, no one can be told what The Weave is.  You have to see it for yourself . . .

     To explain what's going on here . . . Spaghetti Weave is an upcoming band from Marietta, Georgia.  Right now we're in basically the beginning stage, getting all our songs written and practiced.  I know that's not alot, but at least we have an pimp tite site, right?  Our style can only be described as, well . . .  It really can't be . . . because we have no style.  Well, I mean we have style, but we just don't have a style.  It's kinda a mix of punk, metal, hardcore, psychodelic, and rap, yes, rap.  I realize the rap part really doesn't fit, but it's just a joke cuz we're all white (well, except for our bass player) so it's like a buncha crackers up on stage rappin'.  We're just a buncha kids trying to hit it big!

     I can proudly say that Spaghetti Weave began in a way no band ever has.  One day at school Trey and I (Andy) in one of our usual attacks of craziness joked about making a movie about a giant prostate that attacks people.  For a day or two we walked around joking about it.  Then I said, "Dude!  We both play guitar; we could make a song about it called . . . 'The Prostate Song'!"  Our plan (still jokingly) was to right a behemoth of a song (an hour long to be exact) about prostates that takes the listener through a magical journey of different musical styles (i.e. punk, Celine Dion, ska, hardcore, *N SYNC, reggae, metal, rap, etc.) much like "Bohemian Rhapsody."  We started recruiting people to play various instruments and girls to be what we called Prostate Dancers.  Basically they were gonna dress up as giant prostates and dance around on stage.  It was gonna be really kewl!  We forced many girls into it against there will.  (Jennifer, we're still expecting you to do it!)  Then Trey said, "Hey, we should get together and jam sometime."  "Yeah, alright."  We were originally only planning on doing one song, "The Prostate Song," but then we decided to maybe write another song called "Phish Slayer."  Trey said that if we we're gonna do a Phish-style song we'd need the help of a friend of his named Pam who plays the ukelele.  We tried to come up with names, and stupidly I suggested Limp Breadztik.  (The logo would've been hilarious!)  Later that day, we were hanging out between classes talking to another friend who has his own band, and Trey said, "I know!  We can change our name between every song!"  I looked around and saw some black girl standing there eating Pringles, and I said, "Yeah, we can be Pringle Weave or something."  Next period was history.  That day was one of the few days that I was actually awake during history class (maybe it was fate!).  Mrs. Walker passed out a sheet of paper that had a picture of President Dwight Einsenhower on it, and I just began tracing it for no particular reason.  Then out of completely randomness I drew pasta coming out of the top of his head.  Spaghetti Weave was born!  As soon as Trey saw the logo he loved it, and Spaghetti Weave became a serious project.  We got to work right away.

     In a recent interview on the of the band's founders recalled how it happened:
          "Me and this other guy, Andy, started a band . . . Spaghetti
          Weave. . . .  It started as a joke with an hour long tribute to
          prostates. . . .  Then it evolved into something much, much
          larger. . . .  As of now I have no idea what it's evolved into. . . .
          Heh . . .  It's just there. . . .  We're makin' music and don't care
          what you think."

     Then the hard work began; we had to put the band together.  First of all, we approached Ryan who we had already talked to (jokingly) about playing trombone and bass (at the same time) for us in "The Prostate Song" about actually play bass for the real band.  He agreed, but he never really talked much about it and frankly had a different idea of what the band would be from what Trey and I envisioned it to be.  This would cause trouble later.  Trey already said that we had a keyboard player and a viola player/ukelele player/singer in Ramon and Pam, two of his friends.  The problem at the moment laid in trying to find a drummer.  All the drummers at Marietta High School all had their own bands or weren't into what we were doing.  Finally Trey remembered that one of his friends in his advisement, Justin, played drums.   He just had to remember to ask him . . . which he forgot for like two weeks!  But finally we had a drummer!  Of course by this time we had gotten rid of the notion of the Prostate Dancers (although that would have been fun).  Actually, Pam recently said she'd do it, so if you ever see a giant dancing prostate at any of our show you know who it is.  Then we had our bassist problems.  We didn't really think that he was that good (but we never heard him).  After jamming with Ryan once and just hanging around, Trey and I both really felt he didn't wanna do it so we began looking for a replacement.  The only one we could come up with was Kerry, a freshman at Marietta.  She didn't seem too happy with the idea, especially since we just walked up to her and said, "You're in our band," and left.  She claimed to be not very good, and said that she was already filling in a as a bassist in another band.  Finally, we went back to Ryan after realizing that he actually was a good bass player and that Kerry wouldn't do it.  He agreed nonchalantly, and Spaghetti Weave was complete!

     Trey recalls the entire process in that same interview:
          "Originally we had like ten guitars, two bassists, and auxilary
          percussion only, and about thirty or so Prostate Dancers. . . .
          Then when we actually decided to make this happen, we got rid
          of most of the people and left them crying in the street. . . .  It
          was grand. . . .  And here we are now."

     That's right!  Here we are now!  And don't forget it!  Spaghetti Weave will be the greatest force in music ever seen on the face of this planet!  We will rule all other bands!  They will be our slaves!  Rawk the prostate!

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