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.
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.
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.