the rivets

for about a month, i was in a punk band with the old guitarist from the swinginÕ utters and a photography/math major at my college. i was kicked out because i played the drums too emo and because i couldnÕt do the hardcore beat to the song he wrote about how the gophers were eating up his lawn. also, i didnÕt have a leather jacket. i have a recording of this band (without me in it) on a tape somewhere, but who cares?