History can be a great help when listening to someone's music. Especially if it's the history of the musicians you are listening to. By that, I don't necessarily mean the musical history of a group or person, but more along the lines of their life history, and a lot of things fall into that category. So, before you even hear a single note of music from RGNC, wouldn't it be kind of neat to know things like... what do they do for work? Or where they live? In short, what is it about them that contributes to their musical direction?
jobs, jobs, and more jobs:
OK, here's an ice breaker; some of the jobs I have had in my life, and even a few comments on them. The other guys can tell you about some other aspect of their own history, but I will start with the topic of work. Keep in mind, these are not all of the jobs I have ever had because I have had so many I can't remember all of them, nor are they listed in any order, but here goes:
1. delivery driver - flexible schedule, get to keep moving and see the town, nobody looking over your shoulder, so not a bad job if you don't mind the hassle of being a self-employed "independent contractor". The best of these positons for me involved delivering late arriving luggage from airlines to their customers. I actually made some good money doing that for a few months until the company got bought up by a bigger company who I did not want to work with.
2. record store retail clerk - What better for a musician than to go to work and get to listen to music all day, right? Well, sometimes. But low pay and lack of advancement help fuel some pretty viscious self loathing when you're counting out the cash register at 10 pm, before going back home to your roach trap apartment where you come across someone you gave guitar lessons to playing on a late night tv talk show.
3. janitor - ah, the night shift cleaning guy! Yep, did a bit of that too. Not the worst thing you can end up doing. The offices are empty by the time you get there, so again, nobody watching you all of the time. One place I cleaned even had free vending machines for their employees, which I considered myself to be in some pathetic, gotta have a Dr. Pepper now kind of way. Downside, it's obvious: toilets. Also, when cleaning near someone's desk you see the pictures of their family, house, boat, vacation, etc., that they have taped to the wall, and you think, oh, so this is how the people with college degrees and "real" jobs must live. They get to work during the day, they have a clean place to work where they don't get hurt, hmmm...
4. sheet metal factory - I caught on fire one time at this job. I mean I literally caught on fire. Some sparks from the metal I was grinding lit my shirt on fire one day. I was busy buffing the rough edges of some metal parts when I smelled smoke. A few seconds later I looked down and there were flames coming from my shirt! Fortunately, I was able to put the flames out quickly without any injury, but the shirt was lost...A warm, insulated flannel one too. That turned out to be my last day on that job because as I drove home that night, the transmission in my truck fell out and I got fired the next day for not showing up. (Gee, I guess I could have walked to work. It was only 28 miles away.) All of that for 7 bucks per.
5. pharmaceutical(sp?) test subject - I was just back from all summer travelling around and I was really strapped for cash. So I signed up to "participate" in this medical test; 3 days for $250. Not bad I thought. I'll go there, sit around, watch tv, read. They have this place where you get to sleep at night so they can make sure you don't have any bad reactions to the medicine they're testing, I'll be in and out in 3 days, no problem. So, they hook one of my arms up to this exercise machine and procede to really give it a workout. When I got done, I couldn't lift my arm, no exagerration. Then they gave us some pills and we were asked to let them know if it helped relieve the pain! Guess what, it didn't. For 3 weeks after I left the place I could barely lift or turn my right arm. I was worried, no joke. The swelling eventually went down and the bruising left and I can use the arm fine now, except for the fact that I permanently lost my ability to throw that knee-buckling curve ball that I was counting on to get me back to the "show" someday.
Oh well, enough of that for now. Maybe more tomorrow. Soon, you'll be able to read what the other members of the RGNC have to offer in their "history lessons", and someday we'll probably ask for you to send in yours, because were all in this together.