Daikon

emo

Daikon: A Cautionary Tale 1998 - San Jose, California. A familiar scene; a flyer looking for fellow musicians with similarly disparate tastes in music is posted. Phone calls are exchanged. Good first impressions are made, amps are plugged in, tired parents are alienated. A handful of shows are played, an initial recording session, then they went about their separate ways for a number of years. So the story goes. 2001 - Half Moon Bay, California. Another familiar scene; a band loses their drummer. Names are passed around; phone calls are exchanged. Good first impressions are made, amps are plugged in, a lonely storage unit would never be the same. Scores of shows are played, an album is made. Most of the greater United States and the island nation of Japan are visited several times. Another album is made; then they went about their separate ways. So the story goes yet again. 2008 – San Francisco, California. A young, married rhythm section from Half Moon Bay hears an old friend from San Jose’s songs he has recorded on his own. Phone calls and emails are exchanged. There are no first impressions to make anymore, everyone gets along fine. Amps are plugged in; an initial recording session is made. They practice for a long time. A year later, they finish recording an album and start playing shows. A terse biography is drawn up to help get more shows. So the story goes once more. The Group appreciates the work of Doug Martsch, Elvis Costello, Geoff Farina, Joe Jackson, John ...