..This profile was edited with MySpace Help - Profile Creator and Editor MySpace Profile Help! ______________________________________________ 4:29 am.......Southern California.....Monday morning.....January...... Out on the East Coast, people are preparing for the new day and the week ahead.....shoveling out from the cold and snow that has made them wonder why they ever chose to live there in the first place. Out on the West Coast, people are blissfully asleep.....warm, peaceful, oblivious.........two minutes later, there is glass breaking, children screaming, walls moving, bridges falling, buildings collapsing, and the earth is moaning.....screaming.....angry.....intense.....violent..... deadly. Somthing dark swallows Eden and then immediately spits it back out. Paradise is transformed and turns to Hell in less than 30 seconds. Nothing will ever be the same.....but then again, nothing ever is. ______________________________________________________ Floods, fires, riots, earthquakes, unrest....Southern California in the early 90s....a time of change, upheaval, chaotic energy, and new direction. And amidst the fire, smoke, rubble, and ash, a tiny spark is ignited. Two families move to the high desert north of L.A. and unwittingly become not only Neighbors, but friends. They are destined to remain "Neighbors" even as they move 400, and then 2,000 miles away. ______________________________________________________The nucleolus of Acidmyers, a Bass player and a guitar player, begin to "jam". Their influences are already more than 2,000 miles apart: Blues, Jazz, and Pop, compared to Heavy Metal and Hard Rock. One was Red and the other Blue. Alone, they were destined to create one dimensional works that were either completey red or completely blue. However, together, they were able to mix and create other alchemistic shades and colors. And every so often, they were able to magically create yellow, and were thereby armed with a complete rainbow by which they could create art that resonated simply in that moment. ______________________________________________________ It was an exercise in creativity......beats and rhythms, chords and individual notes, melodies and harmonies.......inspired by the moment, and then immediately swallowed by the next. Songs that were brazen, lithe, and free, but would float aimlessly, and then vanish in the dry, vast, California night air..............or perhaps linger in that space indefinitely, like friendly ghosts waiting to touch future friends, families, and generations and wrap them in enchanted, warm surprise, sprung from the essence that made those notes sing and echo when they were originally created. ______________________________________________________ It was a time of friendship, good times, good food, good drink, laughter, exploration, and growth. It was everything that has brought us to this point. Music is freedom. Music is life. Music is salvation. Music is the path to transcendence. Music is God.
