History
Once
upon a time 3 kids by the names of Steve, Vince and Peter plotted to save
the world from the money-hungry republicans of the new Bush administration.
With no interest in our Government or money they opted that was a bad idea.
Plus with no political motivation other than the fact that Republican-bad,
Liberal-good they went onto plan b....that was start a band. Now
this band had no direct plan of action. They weren't hardcore, or
even skilled musically but they were spoiled kids from Santa Clarita and
they had all the equipment sitting under their asses....so without any
further ado many conversations on how the band would make lots of money
occured(this with no music or lyrics written) and how they would now get
girls (cocaine on groupie boobs) they set sail into the frontier of crappy
power chord music. The first practice was in Steve's room and it
consisted of Steve on Drums, Pete on Vox and Vince on Guitar singing backup
vox. They hated every moment of it and about 2 weeks later realized
something was wrong.....there was no bass. Now with the world having
an overstock of guitar players (many of whom are much better than Vince
cause everyone plays guitar) and a shortage of bass players they now faced
their first predictament. Vince con"vince"d his cousin Randy to pick
up a bass. Randy was thrilled with the fact that he could be in the
dopest band on the planet, he started working in reverse on the bass process
though...How do you ask? Well first off Randy went out and bought
an amp.....next he borrowed a bass guitar from his girlfriend's something
and then got some cables.....The amp he bought was a 20 watt nothing and
was not cutting the mustard at practice, so he then borrowed "The Benson"
amp from his girlfriend's dad. After spanking the borrowed Aria bass
for about 2 or 3 months May 16th rolled around (Mr. Z's birthday).
Randy acquired a bass to call his own and now, RSVP was ready to practice.
Randy played on borrowed equipment, Vince played on a shitty guitar and
a borrowed amp, Pete sang out of the worst PA in western history and Steve
left his drums outside to get pooped on by birds and attacked by the dust
gremlins.....They hacked away the best they could and ended up sounding
the worst anyone could imagine, and still to this day are being disillusioned
by their friends who refuse to tell them how bad they actually are with
quotes like "no really you're good, don't change anything." RSVP
forges onto the front of modern Jockhood to fight against the evil women
stealing jock bro football mofos. God Speed and good luck fighting
the man who screams hut one hut two HIKE!-Love The Dr.
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