For about a month, I was in a Santa Cruz punk band with the old guitarist from the Swingin' Utters and a photography/math major at my college named Ian. I was kicked out because I played the drums too emo and because I couldn't do the hardcore beat to the song he wrote about how the gophers were eating up his lawn. Also, I didn't have a leather jacket. I have a recording of this band (without me in it) on a tape somewhere, but who has a tape player these days except hipsters?

No shows. I don't know if they played any shows, actually.

They had a number of songs, but no recordings with my awesome drumming on them.