I’ve been playing drums since I was in the 6th grade. Originally, It was John Bonham that made me pick up the sticks. But my skills had me settle for lesser inspiration in Paul Rudd, the drummer of AC/DC. I was in a band for a few days called the Kentucky Fried Bunnies. We quickly disbanded after we butchered Green Day’s “Brain Stew.” It was many years before my scars from that fateful performance healed. Friends of mine had started a band. And a guitar playing buddy of mine were discussing Zep Zeppelin lore. When his father overheard us and relayed a story he had heard about them beating a groupie with a cold, dead fish we decided to form a band.
This intense fascination with fish goes far back. I am a pisces. But more specifically, when I was 9 and my sister was 11 we filled a plastic bag with palmolive and boaked (my new past tense of bike) down to the Seal Beach City Hall. There was a courtyard with a waterfall fountain. We just tossed the whole thing in there knowing our finger prints were not waterproof. Our mom taught us that. She also taught us to keep a look out for our crimes in the police reports for the next couple days. We had our eyes peeled for some type of vandalism to city property, but certainly were not ready for the contents of the report. Fish Murder!
This morbid lesson, “look before you add soap” was learned in full. I remember saying sorry to each and everyone of those 17 dead fish each night for weeks. And I believe it is this very thing that attracted me to rejoin a musical group. You get shown the light in the the strangest of places if you look at it right. I'm Andrew Hine
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