After playing for a couple of months, Corey and I decided it was time to name our band. A few ideas were tossed around such as Deviled Eggs, Kiwanis Love, and Grundel Punch. I still have the full list. But none were agreed upon due to being too graphic, too funny, or too “small town” sounding. At the same time we had been looking for a bassist, and I had found a profile on Facebook of a girl holding a classic Buddy Holly blue fender bass with the usual rock pose. I sent a message letting her know who we were, and that we were looking for a bassist to be in a new rock band. She was willing to come over and see if we could play together. A few days later she knocks on the door of my 400 sq ft apartment, and we’re ready to jam. Corey heads to the bathroom while me and the bassist make small talk. “Where are you from,” she says. “From the South,” I reply with my standard answer to this question. “You don’t have a southern accent,” she questions. “Too much TV I suppose,” I laugh. “You know, they say that’s a sign of intelligence – being able to turn an accent on and off,” she replies. Corey returns and we begin to play. We play “ICU” together, preview the next song we were working on, and she shows us a tune she had been working with my acoustic guitar. She leaves and we feel ok about the encounter – not exactly the same style, but she’s good. I tell Corey the interesting fact that she had mentioned earlier about accents and he replies, ”That’d be a good name.” “What’s that?” I ask. “Accents of the Educated.” We never heard from the bassist again.
-Seth
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