Black Krishna

I was going through some old photographs the other day, Gentle Reader – and do you know, it had completely slipped my mind that I’d been in a teenage rock band.


Sorry it’s blurry/pixely; these photos are *ancient*.

We were known as Black Krishna, because of course we were.

We had Ms. Capere on guitar and vocals; myself on saxophone and also vocals; Miss Herrera on drums, and then sometimes Mr. Trotter was there too and I’m not really sure what he did.

Black Krishna, pictured with our groupies

Black Krishna, pictured with our groupies

Ms. Capere and I alternately wrote the songs, and we’d rehearse a few times a week, all summer, at Miss Herrera’s parent’s house – that’s where the drum set lived, so that’s where we rehearsed. Frequently Miss Herrera would leave rehearsal to go argue with her parents, and Capere and I would sit in the music room, trying not to make noise and making pained, awkward faces at the shouting. Should we wait? Should we leave?

Usually we’d leave.

Meanwhile, Mr. Trotter was trying to poach Ms. Capere from Black Krishna. It turns out that, despite playing nice with us –


– he was only there to recruit Capere. Well, at least that explains why he was at band practice.

That summer, our manager – OH YES, WE HAD A MANAGER – got us a gig at the café we spent all our time at. A two-hour gig. We turned up, got set up – seriously, anyone who travels with a drum set, I feel your pain – got our complimentary coffee, and began playing our set. During our second song, our drummer dropped her sticks in the middle of the chorus, loudly shouting “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” to the three elderly ladies who were there to see us.

During the third song, she got up for another coffee.

Our big finish was “Somewhere Over The Rainbow”. That was also our fifth song. That’s right, Gentle Reader; our entire set had taken up nearly half an hour.



That was, uh, our last gig with all of us.

Ms. Capere and I tried to keep Black Krishna going with just the two of us, for a while, hitting open-mike-nights and so on. It didn’t last very long. We also had a brief reunion, a few years later, but the days of Black Krishna were over.



About Ty DeLyte

Madame DeLyte has suffered a grave disappointment - YET AGAIN - and still believes that freedom, beauty, and truth are what's valuable, rather than vulgar cash. He'd add love to that list - but, well, what can he say about love?
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11 Responses to Black Krishna

  1. acapere says:

    Did we like, always do that arms in the air pose? I miss those days.

  2. acapere says:

    I remember now. Trotter was trying to sing. He wanted to learn the guitar, too.

    It’s too bad he never realized what a cute couple you two could have made. I still have my love letter to him, somewhere.

    • AHA! I knew he had to be doing SOMETHING, I just couldn’t remember what. And on balance? I’m glad he didn’t realize that.

      Also, you have to let me read that sometime, my darling.

  3. mousegoddess says:

    still the tragedy of my life that I couldn’t go to your gig XD

  4. Natalie DeYoung says:

    YOU WERE IN A BAND? Can you get any cooler?
    And I didn’t know you played the sax. I guess I don’t pay attention very well.

    • Oh, my stars, Nat – our short-lived band was terrible. Although, yes, I played the sax because my dad used to, and my folks sort of made me learn. My dad, though, had a record deal he had to give up because he’d gotten his girlfriend pregnant and he needed to get a real job. *HE* was the musical one. 😀

  5. Reanna Perez says:

    Oh my goodness. This gives me flashbacks to mine and Andrea’s ill fated punk band formed in Mr. Mac’s eighth grade drama class.
    I wish I had seen Black Krishna perform. It sounds glorious.

    • OH MY STARS – regarding Mr. Mac: – I’m sure you heard about his book, right? Uh, I ran into Miss Holly McG.’s mother yesterday (I ran into her aunt on the train from Portland; I haven’t seen Holly herself since highschool – it is my year for meeting people from my past’s relatives) and she brought up Mister Mac. Because of his book. And I adored him – and his mother – but mostly he wrote about Mr. Selfors? Who I did not much care for.

      Also: Somewhere in our highschool career? Andrea and I went back to KPMS to see Mr. Mac. He gave us a signed picture of his twin underwear-model brother – we sighed, and probably swooned. Because for reals.

      Uh, also, in my 8th grade play? He cast me as the butler (obviously; I argued long and passionately in my audition why I was the ONLY ONE WHO COULD PLAY THE BUTLER, and, uh, claimed to own a butler’s uniform) and he tolerated my tiny little pretension.

      Oh, I could go on and on about Jason MacWhirter. He was a good teacher, and he was young and attractive, and dear god, I was in love with him from 12-14.

      I am going to stop talking about Mr. Mac. now. Also, I am sure we can arrange a reunion tour at some point, but we were REALLY, REALLY bad.

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