The Freakin’ Pines have dwindled to a duo. The parents of the rhythm section have balked at doing any more unpaid roadie duties.
And who can blame them? The band members are in their 20s and none have yet been able to either afford or maintain their own automobile.
Band equipment is another matter. The FPs are renowned for having the cleanest mics and most accurate volume controls on the club block.
So are they selling off some of the mountain of extra amps and axes and traps they’ve amassed? Nope—there’s nobody to drive them to the pawn shop or dump. The band’s gone on indefinite hiatus, which in this case is short for hibernation, while they stay home, cancel all shows, and construct their own studio. What drive!
Fossil Crocodile and Sidenecked, classic hardcore, at the Bullfinch… Stubby Feet and Othniel Marsh at Hamilton’s for beers-so-cheap-you-won’t-notice-how-bad-the-bands-are College Nite… An Evening With The Drinker Copes at D’ollaire’s. Can you cope?..