Bandmate On Fire (and other awesomeness from the road)

Prologue

    You know, for a lot of reasons, my original plan for this whole thing didn’t quite work out. It was simple and fool proof, or so I thought. I never saw any of the snags coming my way, which is a little sad if you consider how plain and in sight all the potential problems were (and are). Allow me to explain. By posting your questions, those of the good readers, fans, and friends along with my responses, you would dictate what went on the bio. I would have control over what was posted, whether it be serious or not, and could therefore avoid offering up all those details about myself that weren’t really all that important, and to be frank, not always that interesting.

    But it didn’t work like I wanted it to. I never took into account spam, my own laziness, or lack of questions that I felt I could come up with enough jokes to warrant answering in public. At first it was great. Great questions, great answers (if I do say so myself…) and plenty of enigmatic pictures of random objects to keep people interested. It was splendid. And then, as the days went by, the volume of incoming questions got smaller and smaller, until it got to the point that I was deleting up to 300 messages regarding home loans and clean intestines a day, and only finding one or two legitimate queries. And most of the time, they involved some technical issue that no matter how hard I tried, I could not make funny. It is nearly impossible to explain how my live rig is wired up and make it enjoyable to read. I dare you to try.

    So I got lazy. I ignored it entirely. Fellow band members started getting on to me about how nothing had happened on my bio for who knows how long. But then I got an idea. It started off as just a glimmer, a flicker of light in the back of my brain. It slowly burned there until, one night, it became a full on blaze. On the back of one of my band member’s shirts. I am being completely serious. Of course the idea didn’t just manifest itself from the inside of my head into a literal miracle of chemistry, but that burning flame was more than just a bandmate on fire, it was the sign I had been holding out for. My fears could now be at ease, and my bio would once again flourish as a result.

    Basically, when Solley caught fire that night, I realized that people need to know what this life is all about. It was just too good. But how to do it? My idea had been confirmed right in front if me, but that was not nearly enough. A scientist may come up with a theory, but there is a lot of work to be done before that theory becomes law. Now, I’m no scientist. Far from it. But I know that this thing was too delicate to just fling against the wall and hope it sticks. I needed more time to experiment before I declared it as law. So I thought a little more, and I listened to some music, did some traveling, and thought about it again until I figured just how to go about things.

    Here we go. Each entry will be a “chapter” of sorts. An ongoing, updateable memoir of life in the band. Granted, I know that it is a little late in the year to see this fully realized, but better late than never, right? But it doesn’t end there. I will still be accepting email questions and will do my best to incorporate them into the narrative. We shall write this together! Is it groundbreaking? Possibly. Will it be fun? Darn right!

Let’s do this thing.

-Hogan

hogan@davidcrowderband.com