THE BAD IDEAS

Hello,
I would like to introduce you to "The Bad Ideas" (London, ON).
All of our members come from very accomplished musical backgrounds, and have played for such bands as
The Black Maria (Victory Records), The Fully Down (Fearless Records/ Bullion Records), Seconds To Go (Pop Culture Records)
and Far From Heroes (Sony/Spawner Records).

What "The Bad Ideas" are about can be best summed up in the following short story ...

There I was jumpin’ freight to freight on a south bound train through the rural confines of a modernly developed town. As the giant locomotive came to a pressing stop a young man hopped aboard, clutching a guitar over his shoulder and a small sack in his free hand.
He sat across from me and said "whatcha got there" I said "not much" he said "that’s cool"

As whipper willows passed and the sun sank like a ship, the youngster passed me a snifter of booze he called 'ol travelers medicine. "Here drink up, I got a story to tell ya one day when you're older" bewildered I simply asked "why one day?" He sat there quiet and composed starring off into the cold dawn of tomorrow. He reached into his pocket, pulled out two cigarettes and a pack a’ matches: “Hey, you ever been face to face with the devil and laughed at him?”

We continued to smoke as passer-bys frowned through the thick cloud of pale blue haze. Eventually another man hopped the train who seemed to know the youngster well, and we sat there shooting the shit into the than rising day. The two gentlemen shared a brotherly chemistry where thoughts and ideas flowed like spring rain off an ol’ barn roof.

They discussed “partees, womyn, drinkin’, smokin’, tokin’ and every other gol’dang thing that happens behind closed doors.” It turns out they were in a band together. From what I gathered it was an old fashioned rock n’ roll band, one where egos are left at the front door and honesty prevails. These conversations eventually turned from womyn, to the burdens of being a good man, to late nights, sincerity, and never wanting to wake up for a 9-5.

After many sips from the young mans (seemingly bottomless) flask, another long haired gentleman stumbled in on us. As he entered a coyotes howl could be heard all round as if it were in the cart with us the whole time. The animals cry followed the train whistlin’ and wailin’ even despite the heavy roar of the trains engine. The mystic connectivity of all these elements seemed to evade my better judgments, but we continued drinkin’ and smokin’ until we had no idea where we were.

Eventually I garnered the intrigue and curiosity to determine what they were called, where they were headed but I just ended up asking if they thought the coyote was beginning to seem like a nuisance. Casually and collectively they responded “he’s with us” to which my newly introduced friend howled and laughed while the rest of us freight goers continued to celebrate into the fadin’ night.

The eve’ had ended and I awoke in a far off city much further than my intended destination, with a thumping head ache and a frog in my throat. The box car was empty and I was alone. I reminisced on all that had happened, all we’d been through that evening; but the only thing that made any sense to me was that they were, in fact,
“The Bad Ideas”

Written By - Peter Tenute