Rating system

1: Good Story 10: Professional Story

The Groupies, Rating: 6

A long time ago there was a town, which was a town, called Colchester, Vermont. I never really like the town that much and I probably never will but there use to be a little Ska band called Wreckinghorn. Colchester is really a town where anything popular will go. Ska was probably hated by a lot of people because the kids just did not open their ears but anyway. When Wreckinghorn came to the scene (which is not a big one) they wanted for the people to open their ears to the music I call ska. All the time when the Wreckinghorn kids would walk down the hall people would throw rocks and sharp objects at them, but suddenly the Wreckinghorn kids found groupies. The groupies (AKA little girlies) would stand tall for them even though they had no clue what ska was. They just wanted to be cool, but I still like them even though it's weird when I hear Dan sing. I just can't picture it, but if only I went to the show, which I did not find I could see for myself. I will be there skanking my ass off at the next one. Well eventually the groupies got sick of Wreckinghorn. They thought they were never going to be famous, so they asked Wreckinghorn "When are you people gonna get a record out and be popular?" "Well we don't give a sh** about being popular. We love the music." said Wreckinghorn. "What you not gonna be popular? Go f*** yourselves a**holes! We're gonna find us a rap group and hang around them." said the groupies. Well the next day Wreckinghorn came to school and the groupies found themselves a bunch of kids who played rap-core music and they started throwing stuff at them and some of the band members lost eyes and teeth, but they still played. After they really never became popular, 2 years down the road they broke up and joined different bands sad to say they were a good band but really never got their groove together. It sad when bands split up most of the band is on the streets of Colchester trying to buy crack* for there habits. I sometimes walk by them I usually don't give them money I usually offer to buy them lunch or dinner. They were good kids. But that rap-core group did become popular. My kids listen to them I disapprove of it, but what do expect? I use to rebel against my parents.

The Moral of the story -I hate groupies don't trust them.

The Pocket, Rating: 8

I opened the door, pushed all the trash off the seat, and wiped off the strange mucus form from the window. I sat down in the van and waited for Frankie to get in. He sat down and the said sh*t. "Where are my keys?" Simply I told him to check his pockets, and he did. Out of this deep trench Frankie pulled out a few guitar picks, about five bucks crumpled in a ball, a fender guitar strap, a wallet, with no money it cause it was in a ball, a chip, some homework work sheets, a photo, a few coins (mostly pennies), and there was no keys in site. I picked up the tall pile of crap and moved it to the back seat. "Sh*t", Frankie yelled, "I Lost my keys". I told him to search his other pocket. And so he did, and found his lost keys in his left pocket, with no other clutter. Into the ignition they went and they were off to by some macaroni.

The Great Ska War, Rating: 7

It happened long ago, with the birth of Wreckinghorn, also came a great evil. The "Anti-Wreckers" formed soon after Wreckinghorn did. Thus began "The Great Ska War", not only between the two groups but also between the rap culture the band originated from. Not that Colchester is a rap town; it just is not into the Rock/ska scene. So during the ska war, hate mail (as you see posted) was sent, Internet pages were made, and most of all poor Dan was to blame, for this, why simply because "The Story of Aprille." Now after fan support and brains put to use, "The Great Ska War" has ended. Slowly the enemy grew weaker and finally gave on the 30th of Roctober. The two founders of the "Anti-Wreckers" made a truce with Dan, apologizing for the nonsense and insanity. The handshake was made, and the battle ended, thus ending the entire War. Will the War ever start again? When this question was brought up Dan quickly responded, "No way in Hell!". The war is over, forever. Make peace not war, because simply "the love you take is equal to the love you make." Which is obviously from John Lennon, but that is in good taste. The war is over, throw down your guns, and arm yourself with a hug. Peace between all bands, where ever you lye in the big world of music.

The Gorilla, Rating: 6

We weren't always lucky enough to have the use of our thunderous PA system. You see, before there was the Yamaha, there was the Gorilla. No, not the large primate that inhabits jungles in Africa, but the infamous Gorilla Amp. This wondrous 10 watt amp was our only vocal amp. This small electronic marvel was quite easy to use. The on/off switch was broken, so we never had to worry about it being turned off, unless of course we kicked it. The volume knob was totally useless, so we never had to worry about it being turned down too low. Top it all off with a borrowed microphone duct taped to a Noric Track, and we had wonderful amplification of vocals. After a while we even figure out how to place the amp so that the crystal microphone recorder would pick it up; right on top of it. Good Amp.

No Way Jose, Rating: 8

He went by the name No Way Jose. One day, KP was kicking the hacky sack around with Chris at school, and some how the hacky sack got onto the roof which is quite high. Our school has different heights for each part of the roof, and it happened to get onto the highest part of the roof. KP and Chris went to ask No Way Jose if he could go up and get it for them. He said he would tomorrow. Chris went back to talk to him the next day and ask if he could go get it now. Out of the blue, No Way gives Chris and KP the two flying birdies. Now No Way is a funny guy if you look at him. His face is constantly red and his hair stands straight up, it is a hilarious site.

I'm Likin' This Tablecloth, Rating: 7

One day at Chris's house we were having a rehearsal and we went upstairs to eat some food, because of course, Kevin was hungry. This kid is always hungry, 24-7. As we were eating some quality food, Kevin had to comment on the very decorative Halloween tablecloth Chris had on his table. He happened to say, "I'm likin this tablecloth." All of a sudden KP started wigging out and laughing so hard. Kevin looked up at him and then started laughing really hard. Now you know what happens when you laugh and drink at the same time. The water came right out his nose. Good thing there was a napkin on that high quality tablecloth.

No Way Jose, The Sequel, Rating: 7

One night at Jazz Band, during our ten-minute break at 9, we went outside and were kicking the soccer ball around. We kept on kicking it over a wall behind us and Whitey would have to go get the ball. Without us knowing, No Way Jose walked out behind the wall and the ball was kicked over. Whitey went to go get it and came back unsuccessful. We asked him what the problem was and he said No Way Jose took the ball and went into the janitorial office. KP and P-Man went to go talk to him, but he locked the door, plus we had to get back to Jazz Band. Thirty minutes later, the ball was retrieved by the owner of the confiscated ball.

The Frankfurter, Rating: 8

Frankie's van was cleaned the other day by Chris. This van must have been the nicest looking automobile of all time before it was cleaned. What ever you were looking for, you could find it on the floor of the Frankfurter. On the floor of the van, there was everything from McDonalds food, to scores of music, to an iron and even a full wardrobe. It was quite nice, until it was cleaned. Well the production is not complete though because there was so much stuff in it. When Chris was cleaning it, he just took a shovel and started to shovel everything out of the van and into Frankie's garage. There is now a 6' by 3' pile of toxic waste in the Frankie family garage. While Chris was cleaning the van, some radioactive substance got stuck to Chris's finger.

All of these stories are based on the band so depending on our week the stories may be more exciting or less exciting.