Adventures of Eric

I write this here for one specific reason: To remember. To remember all the hard work, energy, effort, laughs, good days, bad days, and the worse days.

Simply put: All the important stuff in the past 3 years that I feel has made me who I am now.

In the beginning, there was Jordan and myself jamming. Jordan was my ex room mate from university who recently picked up the drums and since I was currently not in a band I figured I would jam some guitar with him.

Eventually things picked up and we were stringing together some songs, this is when I wrote the first little bit for a song called Conversations Between the Fallen. After this song was written we decided to look for people to jam with us.

After going through half a dozen people or so, me and Calvin met through the magic of the internet, and after meeting him and jamming the first few riffs of Conversations he decided he’d come and jam with us - which eventually led to him joining up.

Shortly thereafter, Jordan decided school was his priority and he could no longer continue with the band. Immediate thoughts from Calvin were if the band (Or whatever you want to call it at this stage, the sperm (or egg) of Through Tragedy) would be calling it quits. I reassured him it does not mean that, and we will find a new drummer.

Thanks to the magic of the Internet, we met a new drummer, whom I will call CC (Cause i’m sure he would not appreciate his name and the forthcoming acts described being put on the internet - I’m considerate like that ;) ).

CC was a man, who initially claimed to be a 27 year old (which later proved to be he was actually 33 years old) man. If I had the gift of foresight, I would have known that this was the first sign to fucking crazy town.

CC seemed to be the master of Drama, he would shed crocodile tears over Calvin or myself being five minutes late, or if Calvins brother would come to watch us jam, amongst many other mundane issues.

The second sign to crazy town was that after only jamming with us a handful of times, he felt the need to sit us down, scream and yell at me about how we handled calling off jams with a guy who was jamming bass with us for a brief period. Calvin claims that he was pretty sure that CC was going to reach out and attack me, and a full on brawl would ensue. I agree with Calvin, veins were popping out of his neck, his face was beet red, and spit was flying. Unfortunately words cannot describe this image to its’ fullest extent, simply for the fact that CC was a seriously ugly bastard, so the previous three qualities added on top of that were a true sight to behold.

Me and Calvin stood head strong through all this crazy, simply due to the fact that we were in a desperate spot and just wanted to start making music. Around this time me and Calvin finished up the song Conversations Between the Fallen and this video was born in order to find a guitarist. (Back then I was playing guitar simply to help out)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_profilepage&v=dg513ekNlSI (If you are curious)

Looking back this video makes me laugh, cause it’s BAD, but it was all we had and it luckily led us to finding a guitar player.

These videos we would make would become a habit, something to help me write lyrics to and advertise for bass players.

These videos are the cause for my retinas being permanently scarred.

One day we were reviewing our videos, and CC was skipping through a few of them. Unfortunately he skipped too far and skipped it right to a video of him jerking off into a cum rag.

Suffice to say, combined with this and after him phoning each and everyone of us threatening that if we didn’t make a click track by the end of the month we would have another “Discussion” as he would like to call them (They were more or less excuses for him to get psychotic and yell (mostly at me) ), he was out of the “band”.

I forgot to mention - CC was the kind of dude that would phone you around dinner time (6-7pm) and have hour long to possibly three hour conversations about the same thing over and over again, and no matter how hard you tried to shake him - you just couldn’t. So it’s easy to imagine that the aforementioned chat about click tracks was a long, long, irritating one.

It pains me to say, that this is only the first two months of existence of what became Through Tragedy.

More to be posted later.

Calvin and I - Wainright - January 8th 2011.