ROCK MONSTERS, RAWR
See those boys on the left? That would be Fick. Pretty much the best band description anyone could have ever gotten, and all you had to go was look at that picture. Didn't know there was a band like that, did you? Well, there is now. Boom.
In all seriousness, Fick is pretty hard to describe when I try to tell people that I am a violinist in two completely opposite-sounding bands. I was with these guys first, actually; though when I first got involved, I never thought it would become a legitimate member. I had been contacted by Lee Rosario, a former engineer at North Avenue Studios. He said there was a "metal-ish" band that had asked for a violinist. Eh?? Are we in Sweden? Nope, but would I be down? Sure!
So I got my gear together, headed over to the studio (about 15 minutes from Stetson), and let myself in quietly. I kept thinking that "Fick" would be a band filled with ISMFOF-like loserdom. Mind you, the only reference of a "fick" I had found online was some insane group of unshaven Europeans. Every song sounded like dropping a payload in the Mediterranean. When I got inside, however, first appearances were what dropped a payload on me.
Normal looking, non-tattooed, pasty dudes! Well, except for that one guy who was wearing a death metal shirt and nodding his head up and down to something coming from fancy headphones. Maybe I was in the wrong studio? A cautious but pleasant fellow came up to me first, with an outstretched hand. This could not be the right studio.
"Hey, I'm Kyle Fick. Are you the violinist?"
And that, my friends, is where I entered into the world of prog-metal/alt math rock. I'm not even sure what those things mean because math makes me want to cry blood just a little. But that's what I'd attempt to classify Fick as. We often cling to names such as Tool, Muse and Faith No More when describing our sound. And there's always that one toolbag who has to go, "O LUK, AY VYOLIN! YEW MUST BE LYKE YELLOWCARDDDD!"
Note: We sound nothing like Yellowcard.
But to continue the story of how I weaseled my way into such a unique band, here it goes: We all went out for celebratory drinks (I wasn't actually the legal age yet - oops?) about how awesome the EP "Futureshock" was going to sound. There is a kind of high that you ride after recording in the studio that just grabs you by the balls (even if you don't have any), and even if it's not your band. Yet. We started talking business a bit and Kyle brought up me playing with them live. I, being the ultimate sasser know to mankind, go, "Well, if I play with you live, I should just be in the band." Classic lurk technique. I have had years of experience working in much the same way for any time of music. But you know what his response was?
So simple! So mellow! Dan (singer) and Kellen (drummer) seemed warm and inviting, just as Kyle (guitarist) had. I think KD (bassist, no bullshit anchor of the band) was unmoved either way, because he's too much of a bad ass to care about anything seemingly trivial. Or important. Or necessary. Or anything, for that matter. But just like that, we toasted and smiled and then sacrificed a goat. Did you feel like it was getting too corny there? I felt it (twss).
All of this brings me to why I was writing in the first place- FICK IS GOING ON TOUR TOMORROW!
(cue angelic trumpet blasts and a herd of kittens)
This will be my first tour, so I am pants-wettingly excited about it. We're going to Pensacola, Mississippi, and Texas. It's funny that we're staying in the South, you say? I agree, is IS ironic that a band of liberal musicians is going to play in Mississippi and Texas when we've never toured before. But all the more reason to defecate in public! Right? Right?
It actually will be exciting to get out there since a good friend of mine lives there, and I haven't seen him in a hot minute. Does texas have Piggly Wigglies? What about Waffle Houses? These are the details with which I shall be concerning myself. That and....
MY GOD, I DON'T KNOW WHAT CLOTHES TO BRING.
Ladies, can you holler? I think I should only bring one pair of heels, but I don't know in what direction my tour wardrobe should even go. I want to be low maintenance, I really do... but I haven't had a midlife crisis yet where I stop caring about my general appearance and start porking it up at the all-you-can-eat Chinese Buffet.
I'm thinking some basics:
black glittery hipster shoes (I forgot the design name?)
black and white split leg pants
a dress or two??
a feather boa????
These are the things I'll figure out while watching the new episode of "The Bachelorette" tonight. Yes, you can be in a heavy band and still have really girly guilty pleasures. No one ever discusses my propensity for ripping people a new... wait, where was I?
Oh, right. Tour. Fick. Check. Now.
I'll keep a running commentary going while taking in the next five days. Just know that you were warned.
Fine Young Poet : Em
an artist who chooses to starve