http://noresttheband.com/carnivaloffreaks.cfm Mon, 25 Jul 2011 21:58:50 GMT http://bandzoogle.com http://noresttheband.com/carnivaloffreaks.cfm?feature=1875952&postid=1129197 As if he was being drawn Lance made his way to the entrance to the freak show. Scott was now sitting in a cloud of bluish gray smoke with an ancient looking guitar in his hands. He was picking out a melody that sounded Middle Eastern at times but would change into a raucous jumble of strings and then back to a quiet lullaby that would threaten to wrap you up inside it and lull you to sleep. As Lance stood and listened he knew there were good things ahead of him almost like a premonition. He felt that this experience would change him in some way that he couldn't put into words. When Scott finished playing he entered into the tent through an old Indian blanket that served as the door to the freak show. Lance followed Scott slowly into the tent. Inside he could barely make out a row of chairs set close to a low stage with a row of candles on the lip that were burning slowly and with a thick greasy smoke coming off the deep orange wicks. As he sat down there was movement on the stage, the candles flared brightly and there was Dave sitting on a three legged stool with the same guitar that Scott had been playing. He began to sing in such a way that is unspeakable. Behind him Scott was standing with a large double bass leaning loosely against his shoulder that looked as though it was a part of him. As lance watched he pulled an old horsehair bow out of a dark brown leather holder attached to the bass and began to play. The melody was somewhat familiar but new to him. Before he knew it he was tapping out a rhythm on the chair in front of him. As the song ended he looked around he noticed that he was alone with Scott and Dave. Mon, 25 Jul 2011 21:58:50 GMT 73282EFB1B0CEEF70934F317038EDD48 http://noresttheband.com/carnivaloffreaks.cfm?feature=1875952&postid=1064675 Lance looked at his watch and realized that he was late for his meeting, but he knew that he wasn’t going to make the meeting. Something had changed inside him as he watched how Dave had diffused the situation.It made him think back to the days when he would play his drums for hours at a time. The first kit he rented he set up and played for hours. The sticks felt so natural in his hands. The sound of the snare and the cymbals crashing, it was like a symphony that he was controlling. He knew then that he was going to play the drums for the rest of his life. In those days he was playing with as many as ten different bands at a time. The music always came first in everything, until one day when his father became ill and he was called upon to step up and take over the family business. His love for his family told him that he would do whatever was necessary to take care of his family mi familia. He told himself that it would be temporary and he would go back to making music when his father got better. Unfortunately, the time it took for his father to regain his strength took longer than imagined. The days stretched into months and the months into years. This brought him to this moment in time when he knew that it was time for him to get back to what he was born to do. He knew the only meeting he was going to make was to meet with Dave and Scott. Tue, 28 Jun 2011 00:05:00 GMT 1E7D65E49B818819B52157505E77432C http://noresttheband.com/carnivaloffreaks.cfm?feature=1875952&postid=910149 Lance began to walk over towards the man to see if he was ok. The closer he got the more he could smell the pipe tobacco, it was quite pungent and made his head swim. The tilt a whirl operator was getting up slowly, still cursing loudly and looking for things to throw. Lance decided that there was nothing he needed to do for the man so he decided to head back to his limo. He wasn’t quite sure if he believed all that had just happened but before he could turn around he noticed Scott looking directly at him. As he looked back he felt a connection to Scott and made the fateful decision to go speak to him. Surely someone with his apparent ability would be quite interesting, maybe even valuable. As he walked up to him Scott spoke in a language that Lance didn’t understand. A rough translation would be “there are many different paths to walk but there is only one person who can walk/wear your shoes”. Out of the corner of Lance’s eye he could see someone making their way towards the tilt a whirl operator rather slowly. He looked as if he was the owner or manager, someone Lance would get to know and hate quite soon. The manager began to yell at the operator who in turn turned his full fury on the manger. They began to circle each other and they looked like they wanted to kill each other. Pretty soon a large crowd had gathered and Lance was between the crowd and those two. The next thing he knew a man with a beard in a dress was making his way through the crowd. Before anyone knew he was there he was speaking softly into the Tilt a Whirl operators’ ear. The crowd became very quiet and he wasn’t speaking as much as singing a soothing melody. The operator became calm and allowed himself to be led away by the bearded lady back to the Tilt a Whirl. Lance smelled pungent aroma of the tobacco as he turned and standing nearby was Scott. They spoke briefly about the art and skill the bearded Lady had in soothing those intent to kill. Scott invited Lance to come meet the bearded lady later that evening after the show. It was this meeting that set their lives as friends and musicians together in motion. Sat, 16 Apr 2011 00:50:00 GMT CCCBE328D573B35411256E4583512212 http://noresttheband.com/carnivaloffreaks.cfm?feature=1875952&postid=880989 Lance’s evening was to be filled with important meetings and parties that he was scheduled to attend (If you were to know who he was meeting with you would be very impressed). But there was a something in the works that would stop him from attending these important meetings. Some would call it fate, others would call it a curse, other’s still believed it was destiny. His stop at the carnival was brought on by his driver drinking too much Irish coffee before picking him up that evening. As Lance was on his way into the city the driver asked him if he could stop and use the honey bucket at the circus on the outskirts of town. They arrived close to the time that the show in the big top was about to start. As he wandered around he noticed that there was a freak show attached to circus. It stirred up memories of his youth and the times when the circus would come to town. As he waited impatiently for his driver he noticed Scott sitting outside Dave’s door and immediately was intrigued. Eventually he got tired of the waiting in the limo and ventured out to look around the carnival. He started looking around at the rides and stopped by the tilt a whirl. He got there just in time to witness the operator start to curse and throw things at the ride while it was still operating with people on it. Lance could only watch as the Lance’s evening was to be filled with important meetings and parties that he was scheduled to attend (If you were to know who he was meeting with you would be very impressed). But there was a something in the works that would stop him from attending these important meetings. Some would call it fate, others would call it a curse, other’s still believed it was destiny. His stop at the carnival was brought on by his driver drinking too much Irish coffee before picking him up that evening. As Lance was on his way into the city the driver asked him if he could stop and use the honey bucket at the circus on the outskirts of town. They arrived close to the time that the show in the big top was about to start. As he wandered around he noticed that there was a freak show attached to circus. It stirred up memories of his youth and the times when the circus would come to town. As he waited impatiently for his driver he noticed Scott sitting outside Dave’s door and immediately was intrigued. Eventually he got tired of the waiting in the limo and ventured out to look around the carnival. He started looking around at the rides and stopped by the tilt a whirl. He got there just in time to witness the operator start to curse and throw things at the ride while it was still operating with people on it. Lance could only watch as the operator started running around on the deck as the tilt a whirl spun around him. It was amazing to watch. He stood there waiting for the guy to get wrecked by his tilt a whirl. It was impossible to look away, waiting for the guy to get smashed. He just kept running and yelling and throwing things. Each time a seat would get close to him he would step out of the way and throw something at it. While the whole time the people in the cars were trying to dodge the wrenches and pliers and tools the operator was throwing. This went on forever it seemed when finally a car connected with the operator launching him high in the air. He just kept going up and up. Lance watched as he flew towards the freak show where Scott was sitting out front. He watched as Scott looked up at the last second, seeing the operator flying towards him, get up out of his chair and shake the tobacco out of his pipe, and slowly put out his hands towards the operator. As Lance watched it looked as though the operator’s fall was slowing down. Quickly he could see that this was true and that the operator began to slowly float down and eventually come to a gentle landing on the ground. At this point Scott put his hands down and proceeded to sit back down in his chair. He then repacked his pipe, lit it and closed his eyes. Mon, 04 Apr 2011 07:55:00 GMT 283732CC82D2646F9E87D3CF976CA299 http://noresttheband.com/carnivaloffreaks.cfm?feature=1875952&postid=731804 The night Lance began his journey at the circus with Dave and Scott they had no idea what the consequence of his actions would do to their lives. Scott and Dave were preparing for their respective acts earlier that day. Dave would often sleep with the lions in their cage. He would feed and take care of each lion. There were twelve lions that He would work with every night. Each lion had been captured in the African wild lands and brought to the circus at different times. His two favorite lions were large males called the lonely man-eaters. One he called The Ghost and the other The Darkness. It was rumored that these lions had killed many men, women and children in Africa. He would bring in the raw meat that was their dinner and hand feed them. Dave pulled double duty as the bearded lady in the Freak Show. His preparation for his show as the bearded lady was a highly guarded secret and may be spoken of later. Scott could often be seen sitting outside his dressing room; he would often sit in the audience while Dave performed. Scott also was going about his day unaware of the events that would change his life in just a few short hours. His usual ritual was to read chapter’s 1, 14, 24, 11, 8 and 9 from Catcher in the Rye. When he had finished reading he would begin to free himself from his mind. This ritual was long and painful, often you could hear strange noises coming from his trailer as well as bizarre odors. On this evening he was found sitting in front of Dave’s door smoking a pipe of middle eastern tobacco with his eyes closed. Dave would often sleep with the lions in their cage. He would feed and take care of each lion. There were twelve lions that He would work with every night. Each lion had been captured in the African wild lands and brought to the circus at different times. His two favorite lions were large males called the lonely man-eaters. One he called The Ghost and the other The Darkness. It was rumored that these lions had killed many men, women and children in Africa. He would bring in the raw meat that was their dinner and hand feed them. Dave pulled double duty as the bearded lady in the Freak Show. His preparation for his show as the bearded lady was a highly guarded secret and may be spoken of later. Scott could often be seen sitting outside his dressing room; he would often sit in the audience while Dave performed.
Scott also was going about his day unaware of the events that would change his life in just a few short hours. His usual ritual was to read chapter’s 1, 14, 24, 11, 8 and 9 from Catcher in the Rye. When he had finished reading he would begin to free himself from his mind. This ritual was long and painful, often you could hear strange noises coming from his trailer as well as bizarre odors. On this evening he was found sitting in front of Dave’s door smoking a pipe of middle eastern tobacco with his eyes closed.
]]> Sun, 30 Jan 2011 11:45:00 GMT 3C1A198503C29B3A2A44CB9BA3A599AC http://noresttheband.com/carnivaloffreaks.cfm?feature=1875952&postid=574188 After many requests concerning our time at the carnival, I have agreed to relate a limited amount of stories. Who knows how many I will tell or how often they will be published. I apologise for the inconsistency ahead of time, but I will guarantee you that they will all be as close to the facts as I remember. They will chronicle the adventures that transpired during the three weeks and a day that Lance, Scott and Dave were together at the lesser known traveling circus. They will also at times be somewhat graphic in nature as you can probably imagine, so consider yourself forewarned. I may limit these stories to members only due to their sensitive nature sometime in the future. So I would recommend if your not already a member do it now. Enjoy the stories for what they are, a trip down memory lane to place and time better forgotten. members only due to their sensitive nature sometime in the future. So I would recommend if your not already a member do it now.
Enjoy the stories for what they are, a trip down memory lane to place and time better forgotten.

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