INNERFACE

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Member Since: 2/28/2007
Band Website: [email protected]
Band Members:AHMASI O'DANIEL-VOICALS.CHRIS TAYLOR-GUITAR.JAMAL SMITH(a.k.aKINGDADDY)-BASS GUITAR.JOEY RUDEASHELL-DRUMS & BACKUP VOCIALS.
Influences: KING CRIMSON, MAHAVISHNU,NEUROSIS,C.O.C,PEOPLE IN THE CROWD GOING OFF, JOEY YELLING,JAMAL AND CHRIS FIGHTING,AND AHMASI MAKING A DRAMATIC ENTRANCE!AHMASI REMEMBERS PART 1 CAUSE I AM SURE THERES MORE TO COME...okay -- so here's how it went down from my perspective. Halloween night 1999 I pull up to Brownstones, which was then owned by the late mighty Dennis Fenley, to see Seed or some shit, and I remember being so depressed because I had not been in a band since crawjack. My ex girlfriend, whom we will refer to as psycho, was with me and was all on some "what the fuck is the matter with you?" type shit, and I responded that I was depressed and literally prayed at that moment, however brief, please God help me find a band. As soon as I walk in I see fake ass Jamal sittin there with a shit eating all teeth facade burnt black, mayday, four walls falling fucking grin on his face that even daryl from combine couldnt beat on his shiniest day. He comes up to me and Im like whatsup and he's all gloating "guess who I'm jamming with? Joey" -- I asked is it instrumental and he said yep I asked are ya lookin for a singer and he said we're trying people out, but nothing is really permanent. I saw this as an answer to many prayers because i, like Jamal, had beeen an avid Buzzard fan for years they were my favorite band at age 14 and I had literally dreamed about being a part of it -- I remember my first local show seeing daryl from combine and saying damn I wanna be just like that mother fucker, and then Buzzard took the stage, and i spent the next months trying to learn the bass lines on the four song demo, but could only come up with the given and grinding wheel. I remember when I sang the songs over the instrumental releases on churp until I was blue in the face in my old dorm room on west 48th street in 93, and always wantiung to try out for buzzard but being 16 with no car or voice kind of disqualified that dream. SO, jamming with joey was kind of like a _-damn am i really gonna say it? -- nope I aint -- it was like a dream come...it was like playing for the cult, or aerosmith or something -- okay you get it. SO, this black mother fucker, Jamal, decides he aint gonna return my calls because he and chris are afraid Joey isnt goinna like me -- me? can you imagine why anyone would hate me? I finally call him for the hundredth time and literally call him out on his lack of blackness and dont do a brother dirty antics and Joey called me -- we hit it off pretty well and we got to work on some really cool shit -- it's a shame one of us couldnt see the dream as it stood for jamal and me. I remember being in the room with the monopedual titan as he gave Jamal some of the worst thrashings any "that guys a fucking dick, man" stories could ever describe. He made Simon from american idol look like the charlie brown christmas special. the discrepancy between actual and ideal was never present with rudacil -- you always knew what you were getting, and that attitude pushed us in the right direction, whether we liked it or not. I remember chris and joey almost fighting -- that shit was so funny -- chris could get under the formerly dreaded pirate's skin with just a look, and there went practice. I remember walking in on the tail end of a conversation between Joey and Jamal where jamal said "you mean your not my friend man?" Joey said"no -- I aint your friend -- we're in a band -- that's it -- fuck friendship" that shit was hilarious -- we all moped and refused to play our instruments holding our heads low -- and with a sniffle we stiffened our upper lips and practiced cracking passive aggressive jokes about christmas lists and bbq's and all the shit that "friends do" It was cute -- it was cool -- just being in the same room with those mother fuckers was a dream made real -- they were always the cooler older kids who had their sound wrapped tight -- they let me try out for eight weeks before they told me I had the job a month ago, but they didnt want me to stop trying. I promised them I wouldnt, and I felt a little more relieved knowing I didnt have to try as much as I just needed to do what needed to be done. I remember ripping it up at the taphouse in front of Lou, Chris Manno, Dave, and Sammy who everyone thought was the dude from st vitus but he was the dude that recorded everything, I rmember all the old kingshead crowd being there. We rocked The neurosis, buzzoven, falsse sacremento, ridiculeing, mayday, channel, old school crossroads crowd in a fit of energy that would later be coined punk rock buzzard. I remember arguing with Chris over our identity as a punk band -- which is something Joey thought of -- and we were a punk band in that we didnt fit in -- and our songs were only like two minutes long and we were kind of punk in a way -- and we really wanted to sign with dischord. I remember fucking it up at cogans infront of the too scene for me armfoldingilovehotwatermusicandbotchbutdontknowaboutjawboxfu gazihosegotcrimsonshuddwrtothinkinassbreadwinners when while they were calling next round on mariokart, we were tearing it up with stinking lizaveta sheldon and one pound baby -- god rest his soul -- at tides. I remember Jamal and I lying about working for a magazine and getting into a sold out clutch show and tearing up the dude from Epoxy's fliers because I was drunk -- while Neal from clutch promoted our after party inrare form. I remember Joey's words well "do you think that sounds good? Okay well I guess if YOU think it does that's cool for you, but what about the rest of us?" "Do you like Korn? Me neither -- stop rapping" yup -- dick -- I remember the night I "finally got it" according to Kevin Whitley when we ripped it up at the beach grille and no one was there. I remember flaking at connies and getting the "fuck it bro -- you'll get em next time" look from rudacil -- I remember the day that psycho left and we played at taj mahal and I said everysong was about fucking bitches and so on and joey saying "good thing she left; you can actually sing now; all you needed was a little pain." He was right, and I was better for it. I remember coining the phrase black people time while being on stage with jamal, and how that time worked to our advantage when I asked chris and joey to leave the studio during selfpropelled to remind Jamal who invented rock and roll in an effort to actuate some crushing of the part that was keeping him from his pinnacle. I rmember playing with stank and mugwart waaaaaaaaay too much and Joey and them getting mad at me for offending Beaten Back with my off color comments about the flag -- which I later donned at every show via dixie outfitters southern line in some sort of fake ass hulkhogan appropriation of rage. For the record, I wore the shirts for the same reason they did and do -- to piss people off -- love those fuckers too -- I remember loving that band so fucking much that I prayed for that fool -- not jamal -- and definitely not beaten back -- and even threatened to whip his ass if he fucked it up and I caught up with him. I remember my wife's old roommate living across the hall from sevendust who were dying to put us on the table only to learn the true meaning of the word heartbreak when we found someone's equipment in a portsmouth pawnshop. Honestly, I loved this band; I enjoyed they way we grew, and hated the way we we became victims -- we lacked communication -- and I'm sorry we let you down, bro -- but your habit and your ego fucked my dream right up -- and that shit still eats me up sometimes. we failed to see and show you the bigger picture -- the music -- and the discipline it should have provided for us. God damn, did you not see we were on the verge of something? I will never love and hate another band as much as this one. Anyways, if only to spend thirty days on another thirty second part, I'd do it again -- even if it was just to hear Eyoresef rudacil -- mister, "you knew you were coming over -- you knew you were going to be thirsty -- and now you want my pepsi" himself rip into jamal with one of his "I'm playing really soft so no one can hear my mistakes" type taunts -- God I love that mother fucker -- and we laughed at it -- I would totally do this shit again -- if only for the black people time and the love that only our daddy and yours, Joey rudacil, kept hidden from us while he pushed us on and urged us to become larger than life. We were innerface -- and we got shit done -- I have innertwined if you need it, bro -- and that picture of us on the cover of spin buried somewhere -- when you're ready to ride, though....until then -- over and out. p.s. rages on dont it?JOEY'S TURN...--------ok heres what i remember. a guy who wore his guitar too high a lot of work on 1 min. songs some whining and a singer who rambled on (obviously, see comment below lol) but it was fun while it lasted. and it's true it was just getting good when chris went kookoo.(that includes ahmasi's singing and confidence) thats what i was always trying to tell them , if you truly think you a badass motherfucker everyone else WILL get right in line and think you are too! burning bright and fast is always better than fading awayOKAY JAMAL GO!----------oh my god!!!!!!! i have to whip the tears from mt eyes i'm laughing so hard!!!!o.k. i'm better-----some of that stuff i forgot about,or mentally blocked out!every word of that was true!i'd work a 10 hour day at the ship yard only to get off work to get blasted!pushed to play 85 notes in 12 seconds! boy i'd be tired and thought if i play soft in the sections i didn't know joey would n't notice.WRONG HE STOP IN MID ROLL"WHAT ARE PLAYING RIGHT THERE, HUM IT FOR ME" i couldnt hum it. then he say "IF YOU CANT HUM IT YOU CANT PLAY IT" then it came!!!i would just look at ahmasi and he'd give me that look that said"it's black people time masa is really on your side"! i finally learn to count my rest! when he was feed up with all of us- boy, he'd slam his sticks on the ground threaten to kick everybodies ass and slam he's the door on his way out! that ment practice was over! the pepsi story:like i said i work 10 hour days, came straight from work,and ask for a soda. it was cool until chris said me too.boy-"you guys know your comin to practice. you know its the middle of july.you know your going to get thirsty(as ahmasi grabs his gator aid just to pour salt in the wound) chris decides he's going to fight joey on that coment while joey is walking to get the soda! joeys stops and turns around grabs his soda opens it takes a big sip then sits down behind the drums and says i gotta hose out back!that well water was nasty! for me that was my biggest accomplishment!i started playing bass when i saw buzzard a lewis's!ten years later i'm playing in a band with one of my heros!who would push me into being great! ahmasi i loved every minute of it to.NOW FOR CHRIS----------...anger; there's alot of anger when you're all alone. The only thing you can trust is your instrument. And then you lose that, him, her, to a pawn shop. There goes your head and cabinet in Orlando,Fl; The money needed to get home. Alabama not my home. Home in Va. Not so comforting; who are my friends, who am I; A drug addict; A homeless,hungry,addicted,bum. Stealing money from the people that were once dear to me. Jamal; Kevin C; Kevin W; Abe; John A; Troy M; Wes S;.O.K. this shit is depressing, I fucked up, I know; I've learned so much about me and others that I't can be hard to comprehend. The hardest thing I've ever had to do was face me. I've never played music as well as I played with Joey, Jamal, and Ahmassi. I't was the prescence of it all. Let's do this shit again.------------------------------------------------------ ----------------- CHRIS IS HAND IS OK SO WE ARE THINK OF DOING THIS AGAIN!!
Sounds Like: trying to sleep after eating a 1/2 ounce of shrooms
Record Label: unsigned
Type of Label: None