I just found these pictures of me and Michael (H., guitarist in Nonreturner) from like the 80′s. I’m on the far left, and he’s in the middle. The left side of these pictures is what it would look like if half of our band stepped in a sci-fi age reversal machine. Superimpose a telecaster in front of me and an epiphone in front of Michael, imagine him with glasses, and BAM it’s a Nonreturner “preunion” show in a sandbox. Some serious LOST shit…
That’s my back yard, and where that sandbox was is now a back porch. Those are little plastic dinosaurs in the sand, and I remember usually when we had the skeleton dinosaurs in the pits we’d get some water and fill the pits in.
Pretty sure there were cat turds in that sandbox.
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Who is that on the right?
And you’re probably right about the cat turds in the sandbox. Apparently one of Erica’s grandpas hated sandboxes because when he was a little he and his siblings begged for a sandbox for months and months, and when they finally got one, a cat would always come in and shit in it everyday until it was unusable.
That’s this kid Jay we know.
It was a wicked sandbox and I doubt I cared about turds.