Todd RichmondBorn in the 60's, blah blah blah...Look, enough with the industry standard bio. I played in some bands. I made some good music. OK? So what's the real story? Unabridged? Not ready for prime time? Brutally honest, yet shamefully stoopid? Here goes... I've got a Ph.D. in chemistry. From frickin' Caltech. So big whoop...that and $3.50 will get me a mocha from Peet's. So what the hell am I doing messing with digital media for money and playing music for love? Well, I have this problem...I get bored easily. So I like to learn new stuff, then forget the old stuff, then relearn it. Then find something else. Lather, rinse, repeat. It might be due to the "lost years"...from about age 16 until xmas-eve 1983. It's a long story...if you grab me after a gig maybe I'll tell you the details. The downside is that I can be a bit scatterred. The good thing is that I know how to do a lot of different things, albeit some of them poorly. But I digress... Oh wait...I wasn't digressing, I was trying to get to a point. See? There is the rub. My point wanders until it hits another point. It's like what's behind the universe, and what's holding that up, and on and on. I feel like there is a movie there somewhere. Steven Hawking meets Spinal Tap. And they have a baby. A big baby. A big bang baby. No...now that's a heavy metal album. But then so was Spinal Tap, but that was a parody. Speaking of heavy metal, the guys at the Pelican Parts 911 bbs can suggest how to drop a few pounds. Or do a 3.6 swap. OK, can we start over? I love playing music. Through the twists and turns of my life, it has been the only constant. People come. People go. Jobs come. Jobs go. For me, music is the one thing that never left. I would die without it. I've been in good bands, and I've been in bad bands. I've served as "house bassist" at open jam nights, and have backed up great players, and played changes behind hopeless hacks. I've wrung "just one more tune" out of my bass or guitar at last call at 2am, despite the fact that my son will be waking me up at 7am, and I'll have to trudge off to work. When everybody else has fallen asleep in the house, I'll go to my backroom/studio and tweak the tracks for our ep just one more time...or edit the web site just one more time...or grab my bass and play along with "Home at Last" or "September" or who knows what else just one more time...or in a fit of nostalgia grab my guitar and solo over "In Memory of Elizabeth Reed" or "Bad Sneakers" or who knows what else just one more time...or get inspired and write the verse that finally captures what I'm feeling...just one more time... Without music I'd die. I think a lot about death. I only hope my iPod is charged up when I'm about to go... | |
