As we close the chapter of The Transfer and prepare for 2AM CLUB and the insanity that will accompany it, i'd like to share some fond memories of my time as The Transfer, or as we were often referred to back in the days...The Lost Boys.
Spliffs with Garan in the Garden (what we called our hot boxed room) at all hours of the night watching Dog whisperer.
Staying up so late and realizing that Micky D's was open for breakfast....walking next door to fuck up a egg mcmuffin.
SIx people in the two bedroom.
Pureic making me sing in front of 2000 people at the Magic Johnson Celebrity bball tourney.
Puric almost lighting the house on fire when the oil exploded from the pan in the kitchen.
The fried chicken phase.
Our first rocking show at Chapman where we stood on chairs and chanted their frat calling before killing It's What for the first time.
Not going anywhere in the business but never having a doubt we would.
Parting ways with our best friends when we knew it was the right thing to do.
Mr. Time moving to LA and sleeping on the couch, beginning the real grind.
Deciding that The Transfer should include T-Time and beginning to gig, traveling in the subaru 7 deep with all the equipment.
Traversing the LA BS as a band and starting to be able to distinguish it from the realness.
Starting to get good live, touring through Grants Pass or The Sherwood forrest as we like to call it.
Getting calls from email from Leor Cohen as we arrived in Vegas listening to summertime by Will Smith.
Dave Joining the band.
Drinking smoking loving hating screaming punching sexing, growing up big time in two years.
Goodbye The Transfer you were a great band.
I love you.
2AM CLUB.....prepare yourself.
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that was a really good post.
i tear'd up a little.
word. i second the time on that. i feel like yall are embarking on that montage part of the movie where a lot of the initial growing pains have been worked out and things start moving super fast.
and i can vouch for hard to swallow yet good for both situation...a la he who parts the waters. my djembe solo skills will cut cold steele by jan at this rate.
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