Mice vs. Jersey is the story of two bands. Both of which sucked to high heaven. No, really, I can say that because it's totally true. Anyway, on with the story.
Anyway, The Fried Chickens consisted of J.R., previous bass man for the un-named band, a chick named Denny on guitar, Rory (current lead guitartist for the Oi! Scouts) on drums, and Justin Rack (our bassist, you retard) on bass. That's right. I'm not joking. Two bassists. Lame, eh?
The Fried Chickens fell victim to the same fate as the un-named band...do-nothing-itis. So they dissolved into nothing...sort of.
Denny and Justin hooked up with Joe and a guy named Niles, who just sang backup. Joe sang lead. We had many names back then..."69 Cents," "99 West," and "We're a bunch of losers so don't feel bad." Well, not that last one, but you get the picture.
Denny sort of lost touch with the band. I hear it's because she said we sucked. Well, duh. Anyway, we were covering a shitload of Nirvana because it was easy. We also played alot of Rancid, because Rancid kicks ass. Not to say that we played them well, mind you, but we played them. For like a week, we had Mike Allen on rhythm guitar, but he moved to Downtown Bu-Fu and we rarely seem him now.
*months later* We find a drummer. Brandon, who is supposed to be like the best drummer this side of the Mississippi, signs on with us. We didn't actually see him until about a month later, because he was grounded. The bastard. We were starting to think he was just a figment of Justin's overactive imagination.
Alright! Here's the part about the name! ...So we needed a name. All great bands have a name, right? This was hard. We didn't like our old name(s), but we just couldn't come up with something cool. Rory (fore-mentioned axe man for Oi! Scouts) came up with a list. A LONG list. Some of the names were cool, like "Splatter Punx." Some were stupid. Like "The Band Formerly Known as Justin Rack's Band." Among these idiotic ramblings was one name which caught everyone's eye. A name which just screamed "Hey, you! Yeah, you! With the hair! This one!" Well, not really, but you get the picture. What was that name? Use your brain dumbass, it was Mice vs. Jersey.
Band count: at the time we had Joe (guitar, lead vocals), Justin (bass, backup vocals), Niles (backup vocals), and Brandon (drums). Sound like a band to you? Guess again. We still hadn't played together. Oh well. We booked a couple gigs anyway.
The first was a party for some chick named Keisha. Brandon, being grounded, couldn't come, so Adam Nurre (bassist for Oi! Scouts) sat in to keep the beats. Rory grabbed his guitar and came along to make out with Jesse Coghill, the only attendent of the party. At least we got free pizza.
Then came George's party. O.K., so it was a party that we threw for the sole purpose of showcasing us, but that's not the point. We were sounding pretty good by then (without Brandon still) and Adam, yet again, saved the day. We played some covers, some people danced, then we were done. The Oi! Scouts went on, and the party began. Everyone said we were pretty good, they were just too busy drinking or making out in the tree house (Rich) to come in and see us play. Oh well. The first band always gets dumped on. (Thanx for the pick-me-up, Jason)
*time passes* We start writing songs. No, no, let me rephrase that. I (Joe) started writing songs. So we made some music. Big deal, right? Anyway, Niles gets a job and can hardly practice with the band. The same time, Brandon gets out on parole from his house. We grab Justin Wille to sing lead, and things started speeding up.
Within a couple of weeks, we grab Ryan O'Neil (assistant guitar), Robin Hoskins (bad-ass baritone sax), and J.J. Ponder (the shiznit on trumpet). So we practice. We write songs. We sign up for the Rumble.
But that's not all. Chris Lambert, Mike Allen, and Joey go on to find a bassist and form a band (I guess) called The Smucks. They spelled it wrong on purpose (at least that's what they said). They say they have some pretty cool songs, but I find that hard to believe with Joey playing drums. Even Chris and Mike will admit that Joey sucks, but oh well. Life goes on.
What's the moral of the story? Actually, there are many. 1) If you're gonna start a band, make sure the members can play; 2) Chris Lambert makes the best coffee; 3) if you want to start a band, make sure the drummer can get out of his house, and if he can't, just borrow someone; 4) the first band to play gets dumped on; and finally, 6) never, I mean NEVER, have a band with two bass players. It's just plain stupid.