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I just developed the film from a crappy disposable camera that's been
floating around my apartment for the past year, and I found some
pictures from Halloween. My best friend and I had decided that we would
both dress up as rock stars; we took a trip to Sal's and came up with
some pretty stellar outfits. We came up with a whole story to tell
anyone who asked. The tricky part, though, was that she lived in Iowa at the
time--we had to be an estranged rock duo.
The story, if I can remember it, goes like this:
We started out as a folk duo; we both played guitar and Bess did all the
vocals. But then on a trip to London one spring we discovered David
Bowie and glam, and our lives changed forever. We ditched the acoustic
stuff and bought an electic guitar and a bass--Bess played the bass.
All we needed then was a drummer--little did we know that would be the
downfall of the band. We found a great guy, really talented, and
thought we were on our way to stardom. But then there was the love
triangle to sort out, and then he discovered the groupies. Before we
knew it he was living the rockstar lifestyle, and we had to deal with
the hangovers and crying girls. One day he just didn't show up to
practice. And Bess and I were so worn out from touring that we blamed
each other for the downfall of the band--we fought for a couple weeks
straight, and went on some ugly drinking binges. I knew I had to get out of
there if I wanted to save my music career. So I moved out to Providence
and pulled things together; Bess stuck around in Iowa and reverted back
to her folksy roots. We started talking, patched up the friendship,
even jammed a little. And for Halloween, we decided to break out our
old outfits one last time. We might tour together again, but not as a
rock band.
I also found this picture of Matt.
