After the process of giving CC the axe, we got a message from J over the email with the claim ‘your old drummer is decent, but i’ll blow him out of the water’. We set up a jam with him. Calvin, John, and I set up the jam for Slaughter House Studios in Calgary, which is basically an old slaughter house converted into a jam space in Calgary. It’s price is high (Considering) but it’s decent for a last resort. We set up multiple jams with him, and after 3 or 4 we decided to ask him to join; which he did.
After J joined up we went onto the arduous task of finding a bass player. Over the years, calvin and I jammed with our fair share of zany bassists. One who came over, claimed to skateboard while playing bass, only liked pantera, and then sequentially blew his amp during the jam. Needless to say we didn’t call him back.
Bass players were a scarcity back then and we didn’t get too much hits.
Eventually we got a message from our friend Josh (As the Romans do) and he said that we could move into the jam space and share with the band. This was a blessing as it was cheap, and we could jam long and have late nights.
After a month or so of jamming here, we started to slowly record a few demo tracks. We recorded 4 songs, 3 of which we have scrapped and only one has remained to this day and is slotted to be re-recorded (and given justice to) for our full length.
As we were recording the demos and trying out bass players (We jammed with a bunch of douches.) R came into the picture due to John. R became our bass player after a short amount of jams.
R in general was a fiasco. He had a snerious drug issue as it would seem and his weapon of choice was Cocaine. The first time this became noticeable was at our house warming for our original house (That Calvin and I moved in together) The Acadia Residence. J told us that R was doing Cocaine in my bathroom. This was not cool at all.
R brought a slew of goofy friends which he would try and convince us to let move into the house (Surprisingly, his friends also did Cocaine…and copious amounts of it).
There were always lots of issues with R, we used to have huge band arguments over stupid bullshit such as R which would end in him screaming and leaving jam all together.
But desperate times come desperate measures. We weathered these storms, got through it all and got our shit together to play some shows.
Around this time R moved in with us for one reason or another (Cheaper rent for us, his old room mate was a dick … apparently. There was one week where we played three shows. One at the Stetson, then the Distillery and then Verns.
On our third show R went into freak-out mode and began screaming and shouting about how he would never play verns again (Because he thought Clint the owner stole his gear…which he obviously did not) On top of this he dropped the N-bomb on stage and other stupid shit.
Needless to say, we were none to pleased.
The next band practice I showed up and Calvin and the others expressed how R could not continue with us anymore. Understandable.
When we broke the news to R he threatened to burn our house down and other douche-related activities.