Sing in me, Muse, and through me tell the story
of that man skilled in some ways of drumming,
the wanderer, in search of new gigs,
after he wowed the crowds
behind the proud red drums of Pilot. He saw the Pink House,
and learned the minds of several different men
and weathered difficult rehearsals
on his hard chair behind the skins, while he fought only
to play good drum parts, to bring his bandmates honor.
But not by will nor valor could he save them,
for their own bickering destroyed the band.
Continue reading “The Archivist, vol. vii; Odyssey 9”
The Archivist returneth, with an account of another band with Providential provenance, to wit: Strawberry Hill. Herein ye may peruse an abridgment (the Archivist beggeth your patience, for it is six pages long) of the convoluted history of this visionary ensemble which, during its Twenty-First Century Schizoid Career, mingled with diverse sections of BYU’s populace, providing soundtracks to art exhibits and sci-fi author conventions alike. Though brought together by miraculous means, it is sad to relate that this musical partnership all too soon followed the course of most college bands.
Continue reading “The Archivist, vol. vi; Strawberry Hill”
Wherein the Archivist writeth further concerning his time in the band Pilot. He confesseth to puerile rockstar behavior while expounding on the challenges of gigging in Provo during the century’s end. But with challenges come opportunities, and herein ye may see how one band, to wit: Pilot, rose to meet said challenges, despite opposition from the city constabulary and churlish disque jockeys.
Continue reading “The Archivist, vol. v; Pilot’s Greatest Gigs”
Wherein The Archivist entreats Latter-day Saints to write down their experiences and stories so that future generations can understand us. Don’t just write in an emotional frenzy. Record the whos, whats, wheres, and whens. Record your musical activity. You will surely benefit if you do, and regret it if you don’t. Highly recommended for all readers and Linescratchers alike. Continue reading “The Archivist, vol. iv; Keeping records”
Wherein The Archivist speaks of his band at BYU called Pilot. The Archivist is guided by Providence to assemble a band with Matt Durham and others, and he winneth over fans and neighbors with music. The band toils exceedingly and sorrows over what to name themselves. Pilot learns and plays great gigs. Testimonies were strengthened. Continue reading “The Archivist, vol. iii; Pilot”
Wherein The Archivist tells us of his longings to play in bands as a child. He playeth in the high school band. He auditioneth for rock bands. He joineth a band and there are conflicts therein. The Archivist is lifted up in his pride, then humbled, then inspired. They experience the ups and downs of being in a band.
Continue reading “The Archivist, vol. ii; First Band”
Linescratchers heartily welcomes Charles Stanford, also known as The Archivist, a professional archivist with a typewriter, a scanner, and a skill with memory, history, and detail. He spent his days in the ’90s playing drums in the BYU music scene, with bands such as Pilot, and has his own blog entitled Desert Loon, where he wrote his first post about Linescratchers in May of 2010. He responded to my invitation to blog here and we’re happy to welcome him as one of us. – Syphax
Continue reading “The Archivist, vol. i”