Picture a calm residential street, a cool breeze blowing, some birds chirping, all is calm. Suddenly the sound of feedback comes roaring through the trees. Amateur sounding music blasts out into the street from a garage, disturbing the peace.
From the other side, however, the loud disturbance is so much more thrilling. The feedback from the amplifiers sends chills through each band member as they blast into a full-force heavy-metal song. The thrill of a rock band with a few friends is a great experience for the rebellious teen.
It was about two years ago when i started a rock band of my own with a couple of friends. We successfully could play a total of half a song, and the intro to one other. the guitarist and I had been good friends for several years, and always talked about starting a band, but could never find someone who played the drums.
When we got to high school, we found a fairly talented percussionist, and decided to get together one day. It went horrible. We didn't know any of the same songs, and it turned out my friend could hardly play the guitar. I had to teach him songs, despite his refusal to learn because he "already knew them".
After a few practices, we could play the first half of one song (poorly), mostly because we started arguing. It soon got to the point that we could not even agree on a song we could potentially learn all together, and when we would start to play something, one of us would stop, and play something completely different to show off our "amazing talent". We fell apart quickly, and decided it was best to be friends, and not the world's next Rush.
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That's why bands break up - it's irritating, eh?
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