I wish that I could live on Johannesbrew and music

I've always wanted to brew my own beer. I brewed with Barry about 2 months before Johannes was born. We had coined the inagural batch "Johannesbrew - Baby Bach", we thought that we were so freakin' clever. As it turns out, we brew a spectacular brew. Should anyone be paying attention, it's a dunkle bock, and I'm a bit messed up on the stuff as I type.

Anyhow, the plan was that we'd place Hans picture on the bottles, sort of a birth announcement for a man who doesn't smoke cigars, but loves beer. I was so fucking proud of myself; beer meister, father.

When Hans died, Barry (my brew mate), made the decision to simply label the beer "BEER", no Johannesbrew, just Beer. And that made perfect sense. So here I am, beer buzzed and staring at a bottle of "BEER" wondering what could of, should of been.

I miss music. I miss creating it. I miss playing it in front of people. I miss the guys that I made music with. I am laying here on the floor, Bloc Party blasting, remembering how freakin' amazing it was to play in a band. The day that 'god' played my guitar.

Funny that. 4 goofy kids from Lorain, Ohio. Everything had gone wrong: we got lost, we got a speeding ticket, we fought, we cried, Dave threatened to leave the band. We played anyway.


Round one: feedback.

Round two: melody.

And so it goes. We faced each other: Disaccord, in four parts harmony.