Call The Medic

Call The Medic


Some call it the Big Bang Theory, others refer to it as the meeting between Adam and Eve, yet, it all comes back to simple math, an equation making all nonsense make sense. This math is an equation that infects the robotic, stale, frame of mind that has been prescribed to you. This dose is new, real



(Narrator Speaking)


�Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.�
-Robert Frost


(ACT I takes place in the middle of Pennsylvania, a young man, Nicholas, is sitting on a rock contemplating his next move)

There were two roads diverged. One took him east to the vast state of New York, swallowed with trees, mountains and opportunities in cities that never slept, while the other took him back west, across I-90 where familiarity and a past comforted a disgusted soul. This one traveler was Nick, his busted and bruised bags, were making his shoulders tired.


(Three months prior to ACT I, Nicholas is in Chicago, wanting to get out)

Nick had decided two months prior that his monotonous motionless life was robotic. The people he was around were all the same, the same in third grade as they were in eighth grade and the same as they were, now out of high school. The glorious city of Chicago had betrayed him with false hopes and endless hours of peddling in the same spot for far too long. It was time to make his move East, back to the land of his four fathers, where he could interact with strangers and compass his way around lands he had only dreamed about. His romance was leaving for school and Nicholas found the perfect opportunity to leave his dreary routine and leave for adventure out East.

(Lights fade as an excited Nicholas sprints off stage right)


(ACT II shows the band Call The Medic, comprised of Alex-guitar, Mike-guitar, Sam-bass and Scott-drums, hovering around a table, and like war generals are contemplating their next �Battle Plan� to take control of what is rightfully theirs, the beautiful city of Chicago)

Call The Medic had just played their last show at the Elk Grove VFW Hall and they were sure of two things, first they wanted their singer back and the other that they wanted to play their music. Nicholas decided that his life with the boys was becoming too routine, so him and his girlfriend were packing and on their way to Philadelphia.

What was Call The Medic to do? Find another singer? They couldn�t possibly find someone to scream the screeching siren notes or bellow the low belts. The task looked to be doomed, but the men forged ahead in search of their new front man.


(ACT III has Nicholas now in Philadelphia, wondering the streets in search of something)

Where was that romance that swiftly took him away from the monotony and into this new-fangled land? The force that had driven them together was too soon now faded and the flurry in his stomach had turned against him and knotted his stomach, tangled tousled, and twisted. His mind was cut in half, one sitting in New York City looking up at the colossal skyline, buildings sandwiched together, overlapping one another�s foundation, the other half was standing in Chicago, his microphone stand in his had and his stomach empathetically painting his words in the ears of all his fans.


(Call The Medic is practicing, still three months later, they have not found a singer.)

They are in the middle of practice, going through the motions. (Lights dim) They had moved Nicholas� stand and were now ready to try out some new singers. It wouldn�t be the same, but they wouldn�t be able to never play together again.


(ACT V, Nicholas is sleeping in a car, his romance had fancied the heart of another ignorant soul, Nicholas needed to speak to someone who could listen) So he called his life-long friend and former guitarist, Alex, and Alex listened. He was on his way, bags packed ready for the City of Sleepless men, New York. He had purchased a ticket to see a band named, Sigur Ros. Friday, September 9th, 2005, Nicholas had his last date in Philadelphia, at the Tower Theater. It was him and Sigur Ros. After that show he was to make the voyage further East.


(This scene takes place in Chicago, a little less than a year later, August 18th at the Beat Kitchen. Call The Medic is releasing their EP, entitled, �Ships and Sailing,� Lights off, but abruptly come on as the music starts) Alex�s guitar shouts the beginning chords to their new hit, �Holland Here I Come,� Mike is back in, clicking every


Philly's Belle

Written By: Call The Medic

Airplanes over plains that shake, but it's faster than a train to get away. Drink some gin, calm down please, it's just turbulence. Should be used to it by now.
What'd you wanna say? What'd you want? You can't... Why can't you just turn and walk away? What you want from me... what you want... And I'll…
From a plane over mountains mounted to the Earth with tin, Philly looks so small.
Put it inside my pocket, wrap that cracked belle around my wrist so you can't forget. What'd you wanna say? What'd you want? You can't... Why can't you just turn and walk away? What you want, you say... what you want... And I'll… I’ll be here. Give me pills help me swallow them. what you want from me… what you want from me… come on save me. What you want from me... What'd you want...
You can't... How could you just turn and walk away? What you want from me... what you want... And I'll… I’ll be here waiting.


Written By: Call the Medic

Grab your elephants and pass through Everest. Congratulations, we've got a neo-Hannibal. But he's bareback this time as he sees the northern lights, and they stab him in his eyes. Locomotives fill the skies. 1. 2. And When you can't feel me and know you can't see me, I know you'll see. The passion put by me, the mansion in my dreams. That's where I'll be. Then you'll regret this, maybe grow past it. Burn up that candle that smells of old vinyl. Hop on your typewriter, write just to spite her. Elephants and motorcars, can only take us so far.
When you can't feel me and know you can't see me, I know you'll see.
The maritime captain screams in closed caption, and says to me, "Boy, you better get paddlin'! Cause you're drownin.' And its off to the sharks now, boy!"


Debut Record on So Far Stupid Records:

"Ships and Sailing"

1. Holland Here I Come
2. Philly's Belle
3. Everest
4. Like Leaves
5. A is for Astronaut

Set List

1. Holland Here I Come
2. Bigger Peach Than James
3. Everest
4. Barley
5. Prog
6. Like Leaves
7. Anchor
8. Philly's Belle