My first real band wasn't even a band it was three guys who loved music, sometimes four if we could ever get the talented lazy guy to come down and play bass for us. Well the first really wierd thing was that we rehearsed at our drummer's house and he lived on a street, now hold it for a second but this is no shit, called Abbey Lane in Quincy, Mass. Hell go by that street today and that sign is up there so high on the lightpost it would take a acrobat to steal it!! But this was 1975 and we stole it a bunch!! Holy crap, it was mayhem. I faked my way into the band by telling some guy I worked with at Sears that I smashed my Strat!!! Who knew he loved the who right? well anyway we thought we were really going to make it, the only problem was we didn't have ant songs and we didn't really have anywhere to play. Perfect I guess for a bunch of wide eyed 15-16 year old kids. But oh no, that wasn't going to do for me. I had my sights set on much bigger things, but what were they? Who knew, but hey at least we were rehearsing and getting better in a basement. Little did we know there were tens of thousands of people doing the same thing, but it didn't matter we were doing our thing. Our thing was cool, well at least we thought it was. Oh to be young and carefree, how does Brian Wilson do it? MAAAAAAN....