I'm new here to the GaragePunk Hideout and I would love to thank you for accepting my request to join. Oh, I've lurked here long enough downloading RadiOblivian and The Big Enchilada, but I held off from joining thanks to a desire to be wary of, as the Marx-man, said, any club that would have me a member.
I'm a member of a band called South County Messenger Service. We are, as I like to call us, Authentic New England Murder Folk. Thus far, we have done a fist-full of open mics and some living room shows for friends and family who couldn't get out of the house fast enough. We've been told that we are musically, 'just what I've needed" and, conversely that we "successfully murdered folk". Some where in the middle of those two marks the truth of who we are and what I have always strived to be.
Over the next few weeks, I plan on reposting some old blogs that I wrote for the the Myspace page. New ones will follow.
Rage Well, Children.
"Being an amateur means you're doing it because that's what you love, whereas the professional may well be doing it just to pay his mortgage. Amateur doesn't mean that the results aren't as good, the amateur should be able to make it better than the professional because it's a much lighter touch…..generally speaking there are ulterior motives for the professional. For us the amateurs, it's nice and clean and clear."
-- Billy Childish
I've been an avid supporter of Billy Childish's music since 1997. I was in a cover band called Sleeple, and I played a mean tambourine and egg shaker. I actually went home after each show with bruises and, on several occasions, hit the tambourine so hard it would dislodge the pins holding the cymbals together. The leader of the band, Robyn, put up with my antics because we were friends and shared a passion for the Hangman Records discography. Total, we made about 200 dollars; for the investment of hours we spent playing and rehearsing we never came close to paying for our time. So it goes.
This venture is not about being a rock star, playing for massive audiences, or even selling a 7". Its about making the music we like. It's about the music. Don't like it? Don't really give a shit. If you do like it? Welcome to the Society. Secret handshakes are under development.
Essentially, I started SCMS as a way of creating something as an homage to the music I love. Music of broken hearts, loneliness, and backwoods murders. Estlin joined because he knows better than to say no when a threat is given (and he is the musical genius behind SCMS). Fueled by too much coffee, hours on rugged Ikea couches, and sets of worn out strings, SCMS promises to present you with music from the heart, mind, and groin.
Thanks for the support and
Rage Well
