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.If he found something he liked he’d play it over and over until he remembered it.He had this little shithole one-bedroom on First Hill, more like a studio, really, but at least nobody cared if he had his amp turned up.”“Was he in bands back then?”She shook her head quickly.“Nothing that lasted.He was playing solo here and there.There was one Saturday he had a little spot at a place near Pioneer Square.” She paused, breathing in the memory.“He was opening for someone, I don’t even remember who.This was, like, three years ago.He did a couple of songs and then Tony just appeared out of nowhere, sat down and started to play along with him.I don’t think they’d rehearsed.Shit, I don’t even know if they knew each other before that.But suddenly everything turned beautiful.There was this instant chemistry, you know, a real trust between them.Suddenly it freed Craig up to really play.Before that I’d never understood just how good he’d become.It was stupid, it was just these two guys with acoustic guitars, but there was something special happening.” She looked at me.“You know, I even cried, and I gave Craig this big hug after.That’s how Snakeblood started.Tony brought in his brother and then Mike.Everything before had been working up to that.”“And it all built up from there?”“Oh yeah,” she nodded.“I’d moved over here by then and I was working, playing my own music, and living with this jerk I’d met, so I didn’t see Craig too often.But I know they took about six months to get everything right.We met up for a drink one night and he told me all about it, he was really excited, more than I’d ever seen him about anything before.He was writing a lot, they were practicing three times a week.” She began to smile.“He invited me down to their first gig.It was up at the Five-O.They just played a short set, supporting someone, but they blew me away.Really tight, and they sounded so passionate.It wasn’t like anything else happening here.”“I remember people saying they were good.” I’d heard about them not long after they’d begun playing, but then three months passed before someone seriously advised me to check them out.Even then I hadn’t bothered until a friend gave me the demo tape they’d made and the power in the music hit me.It was fully-formed, mature, not just a band still struggling to find itself.They had something special.They made me feel like a kid who’d found a secret and I wanted to share it.I’d written the first short piece on them and caught them live a few times here and there.Each time they were more commanding, the material better and better.Craig grew in confidence to become a charismatic figure on the stage; whenever he moved you couldn’t take your eyes off him.He wrote about being the outsider, the disaffected young man, but he avoided all the clichés, and the band hammered like a fist behind him.They had everything going for them.“The word still got out pretty fast.By the time they’d played out four times they already had a few hardcore fans.” Carla laughed.“I know, I was one of them.The music was so strong.I guess I only broke away when I got serious with my own band.And it was Craig who made me believe I could do something.You know, seeing this guy I’d known for years looking like a star, someone totally different.I thought that could be me, too.” She smiled ruefully.“The only thing I don’t have is the talent.”“Did you see him after Snakeblood became more popular?”“Nah, not really.” She took a sip of beer and toyed with the bottle.“We’d run into each other from time to time and catch up, but that was about it.Besides, he and Sandy were together by then, so he wasn’t hanging out as much as he did before.”“Do you know her well?” I asked, hoping she might have some insights into Craig’s girlfriend.“Not really, we never talked.” She paused and cocked her head.“To tell you the truth, I think she was a little jealous of me.”“Jealous?” That surprised me.“Yeah.” She drew the word out as she thought of what to say.“Craig and I went back such a long way, and we had all these things in common that she could never be a part of.We could talk about people we’d grown up with that she didn’t know, or make dumb jokes about high school, stuff like that.I often felt like she just wanted him to herself, so he wouldn’t have any friends except her.”“And the band.”“Well yeah,” she acknowledged with a shrug.“But I never saw her around them, so I don’t know what she was like.”“What about last year?” I said.“Did you see them when they were shooting up?”“Nope.” Her denial was emphatic.“I didn’t even know until you told me.I wouldn’t have wanted to see Craig that way, I’d have felt really sad, like I’d lost him, somehow.”She was about to say more, but the door opened and Steve walked in.He smiled to see Carla, they hugged and began talking twenty to the dozen.I switched off the tape recorder.Once they began discussing guitars and performing I wasn’t going to get any more.Still, she’d given me good information, much of the early background I’d need for the article.I thought of one more thing and interrupted their conversation [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.If he found something he liked he’d play it over and over until he remembered it.He had this little shithole one-bedroom on First Hill, more like a studio, really, but at least nobody cared if he had his amp turned up.”“Was he in bands back then?”She shook her head quickly.“Nothing that lasted.He was playing solo here and there.There was one Saturday he had a little spot at a place near Pioneer Square.” She paused, breathing in the memory.“He was opening for someone, I don’t even remember who.This was, like, three years ago.He did a couple of songs and then Tony just appeared out of nowhere, sat down and started to play along with him.I don’t think they’d rehearsed.Shit, I don’t even know if they knew each other before that.But suddenly everything turned beautiful.There was this instant chemistry, you know, a real trust between them.Suddenly it freed Craig up to really play.Before that I’d never understood just how good he’d become.It was stupid, it was just these two guys with acoustic guitars, but there was something special happening.” She looked at me.“You know, I even cried, and I gave Craig this big hug after.That’s how Snakeblood started.Tony brought in his brother and then Mike.Everything before had been working up to that.”“And it all built up from there?”“Oh yeah,” she nodded.“I’d moved over here by then and I was working, playing my own music, and living with this jerk I’d met, so I didn’t see Craig too often.But I know they took about six months to get everything right.We met up for a drink one night and he told me all about it, he was really excited, more than I’d ever seen him about anything before.He was writing a lot, they were practicing three times a week.” She began to smile.“He invited me down to their first gig.It was up at the Five-O.They just played a short set, supporting someone, but they blew me away.Really tight, and they sounded so passionate.It wasn’t like anything else happening here.”“I remember people saying they were good.” I’d heard about them not long after they’d begun playing, but then three months passed before someone seriously advised me to check them out.Even then I hadn’t bothered until a friend gave me the demo tape they’d made and the power in the music hit me.It was fully-formed, mature, not just a band still struggling to find itself.They had something special.They made me feel like a kid who’d found a secret and I wanted to share it.I’d written the first short piece on them and caught them live a few times here and there.Each time they were more commanding, the material better and better.Craig grew in confidence to become a charismatic figure on the stage; whenever he moved you couldn’t take your eyes off him.He wrote about being the outsider, the disaffected young man, but he avoided all the clichés, and the band hammered like a fist behind him.They had everything going for them.“The word still got out pretty fast.By the time they’d played out four times they already had a few hardcore fans.” Carla laughed.“I know, I was one of them.The music was so strong.I guess I only broke away when I got serious with my own band.And it was Craig who made me believe I could do something.You know, seeing this guy I’d known for years looking like a star, someone totally different.I thought that could be me, too.” She smiled ruefully.“The only thing I don’t have is the talent.”“Did you see him after Snakeblood became more popular?”“Nah, not really.” She took a sip of beer and toyed with the bottle.“We’d run into each other from time to time and catch up, but that was about it.Besides, he and Sandy were together by then, so he wasn’t hanging out as much as he did before.”“Do you know her well?” I asked, hoping she might have some insights into Craig’s girlfriend.“Not really, we never talked.” She paused and cocked her head.“To tell you the truth, I think she was a little jealous of me.”“Jealous?” That surprised me.“Yeah.” She drew the word out as she thought of what to say.“Craig and I went back such a long way, and we had all these things in common that she could never be a part of.We could talk about people we’d grown up with that she didn’t know, or make dumb jokes about high school, stuff like that.I often felt like she just wanted him to herself, so he wouldn’t have any friends except her.”“And the band.”“Well yeah,” she acknowledged with a shrug.“But I never saw her around them, so I don’t know what she was like.”“What about last year?” I said.“Did you see them when they were shooting up?”“Nope.” Her denial was emphatic.“I didn’t even know until you told me.I wouldn’t have wanted to see Craig that way, I’d have felt really sad, like I’d lost him, somehow.”She was about to say more, but the door opened and Steve walked in.He smiled to see Carla, they hugged and began talking twenty to the dozen.I switched off the tape recorder.Once they began discussing guitars and performing I wasn’t going to get any more.Still, she’d given me good information, much of the early background I’d need for the article.I thought of one more thing and interrupted their conversation [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]