I once wrote an essay about Quintus for a bullshit class I took called Writing About Popular Music. The class had a very vague definition of “popular music” and almost no definition for “writing.” Hence my final paper on a band of people I was friends with.
Being buddies with Quintus at that time meant going to see them a lot, back in the day when “hey, of course I’ll pay $10 to see my friends” still applied to Quintus. I took a road trip up to Colgate University(? College?) to watch Quintus play with Keller Williams. On the way up there, Emily Offen almost killed Ryan Max and I on the highway, leading to a democratic vote that ended with me driving.
Before I was behind the wheel of Em’s baby (the car), Ryan Max and I were passing my sketchbook back and forth writing stanzas of the most open-hearted/Dashboard-esque mock pop song we thought was ever conceived.
It took me awhile, but the last month of Freshman year, I conned on Damon Duanno, currently of Brooklyn-based The Restless to play guitar and lay down some fast vocals for me.
The song never ended up getting finished, but as I slowly design a warm place on the web to put my music, I found a blank CD with the track on it.
So the untitled ditty that could have lived up to the expectations of a cheesy pop song now lives here in internet-land as a broken, mildly retarded child.
Sooner or later, this and dozens of other half-finished tracks will make up the Morlocks to Listen Or Don’t’s Eloi.
That shaggy guy in the picture?
He looks and sounds like this now:
