There was much said in muffled tones and they stopped speaking when I entered the room. His family and mine remained close, but as Bobby's mother came by our house for afternoon coffee I could hear my mother telling her to leave Fred. I had since dropped out and was working for the post office. A few years later he opted to join the United States Army. I was sixteen.Īfter high school I went to college and Bobby went to work at his father's fish market. That was the day I began to seriously wonder what Fred was all about. One year after Bobby and I had stopped talking regularly Fred came up to my mother in the kitchen, firmly grabbed one of her buttocks and asked her if she was "getting enough at home." My mother, being about 5'10" and not at all slender, threw him against the wall. I never gave much thought to Fred again, but we always went to Bobby's house for Christmas Eve. When Bobby told me the woman in the films was his mother when she was younger, I felt sick to my stomach and told him I never wanted to see them again. The films were the most raw and disturbing form of porn and we thought we were stumbling upon something crudely special. After we were finished he brought us to a hole in the wall bar and handed us both a glass of beer saying we "deserved it." He had a room in the basement with a film projector. When we were thirteen he payed Bobby and myself to help him wallpaper one of his buildings. He ran a fish market and owned apartment buildings in the most rancid parts of town. What I never managed to understand was the nature of his father.įred always scared me a little as a kid, but I figured it was because he was extremely outspoken and said things I never heard an adult say before. We did science projects together in grammar school and regularly slept over each other's houses. For almost ten years I thought Bobby and I knew everything about each other. It didn't seem to make sense that he had entered into a downward spiral, spending the bulk of his time with users and losers, but eventually I would understand.
While I visited with the "downtown crowd" that dealt drugs and made alcohol plentiful, he was attached to them. We stopped being able to relate to each other and we hung with different crowds. From when we were seven until some point in high school we were like brothers. I'm not sure if this is totally right, but they have a lot of effectsĪnd noise so play with this and improvise.I had met Bobby, but it had been a long time. But I find tabbing it all out repetitive and point. Not the right timing, just mess with it it's pretty straight for. Play around with the above riff, it's the right notes, but probably Play in Dropped D tuning, loud, a lot of effects and feedback.Į| -|ī| -| If you like Helmet, NIN, and Tool, then this is a must have cd. This is a hell of a band, even though they really are just two guys.
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The exact amount of notes picked listen to song for that.
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