Author: Andrew Duncan Worthington

Andrew Duncan Worthington is the author of Walls. He's been published in Shabby Doll House, Metazen, Everyday Genius, and New Wave Vomit. He can also be found on Tumblr and Twitter.

My Bands (2004-2010)

HTO (2004)

I “jammed” with this group. I think it was my first time playing with other people who actually knew how to play their instruments, except only one or two of the other guys knew how to play, out of five of us. I met the guitarist, Ben Shuber, who was my connection, in the parking lot of our junior high. He said he had to pick up the singer and the bassist. I had thought I was the bassist. I had packed my bass guitar and my bass amp.

We drove from Cuyahoga Falls to Akron. There are two different roads you can take from my neighborhood to Akron. One goes through some poorer neighborhoods towards downtown, and one goes through a sprawling shopping complex and on the way there there are lots of big nice houses and developments. That was the road we took.

The drummer was Jacob Mothersbaugh, who I found out was the son of an original member of Devo and the nephew of Mark Mothersbaugh. He didn’t go by Jacob, he went by Cob, which wasn’t a name I had ever heard, or have heard since. There was a gold album framed on the wall of the basement, in addition to a bunch of cool-looking instruments, including a weird electric ukulele, which my friend Ben started playing and shredding on, before Cob yelled at him, saying that it was priceless or just not to play it because Ben was hyper and would maybe break it.

I sat and watched them play. Ben shredded on guitar, Cob played an almost on-beat drum line, the bassist used a pick to pick at the same string repeatedly, not really making noise, and the singer sat on an amp, alternating between nodding his head and glaring at the rest of the band, and not singing at all. After a few minutes, I was allowed to play, and I played a bassline from a Rancid song, and one member of the band, the guy who had a bass but apparently didn’t know how play at all, said, “Our last bassist could play all the hard solos, too”, which I thought was odd because this guy couldn’t play shit but felt it necessary to rip on me.

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