For about a month, I was in a Santa Cruz punk band with one of the old guitarists from the Swingin' Utters but I can't remember which one and a photography/math major at my college named Ian. There might have been another person as well. Anyways, I was rightfully 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?