Remote Outposts: SCHRODINGER'S CRAP - Demo - Tape

Sunday, July 28, 2013

SCHRODINGER'S CRAP - Demo - Tape - 2013

Last year, my friend, Rymodee moved to a town called Little River, CA in Mendocino County (a.k.a. "Mendo, baby!", a.k.a. Weed country) to be an apprentice and learn to build guitars (a luthier, if you want to get technical about it). I kept telling him that I would make the three hour trek north to visit and stay in his little barn, but time flies and shit gets busy, so when he told me he was moving to San Francisco in a week, I knew that now was the time to visit.
Like many of us, Rymodee has been in a slew of bands (ZIPPERS TO NOWHERE, THIS BIKE IS A PIPEBOMB, TRIGGERMORTIS, BRAINBOW, etc, etc) and that urge to play music doesn't go away just because you moved to a tiny little town on the coast that is almost completely devoid of punks. So, what do you do in this situation? Well, I don't know what you do, but Modee put an ad on Craigslist looking for people to start a punk band. He got a few replies from people looking to "jam" and others who obviously didn't read anything he wrote. After a few misfires, he met up with Martin who joined on 2nd guitar. They hooked up with a drummer who only wanted to play blasting double bass beats...so, that didn't really work out for what they were trying to do. Martin moved to drums and SCHRODINGER'S CRAP was born...Little River/Fort Bragg's only punk band. At one point, they had a former member of NAR playing bass for them, but he was too busy to commit to the band
Since Modee was moving soon, the band wanted to play one official show in town (other than the open mic night) and secured a night at the lounge of the local Motel 6. Since there are no other punk bands there, they played before karaoke night. Most of the people who came to see the band drove from at least three hours away (that would be Anandi, Michelle, David Dondero and me). Add the couple of locals and the group of folks who happened to receive their nacho orders around the same time the band fired up and you've got the full house of 12 or so. The band blew through their 7 song set, broke up and we set sail to another bar to play pool for a couple of hours. The band made 10 tapes and played one real show. It was fun.