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  Comment by Jen — June 26, 2013 @ 6:47 am

  I wanted to play the flute in Men At Work, 2nd chair I guess!

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  Comment by GuanoLad — June 26, 2013 @ 7:50 am

  When she was a kid, about 13, my sister was hanging around with her friends one day and they suddenly decided they were going to be in a band. None of them could sing or play instruments, but that’s never stopped anyone before. They were going to call themselves “Spy On The Fire.”

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  Comment by corinne — June 26, 2013 @ 3:02 pm

  My high school “band” was called the Flaming Cantaloupes. We never played a song, had stupid instruments such as popping the lids of mini m&m tubes and some ‘string’ instrument I made out of some boards, nails, and rubber bands, and based admission to the band on if the first syllables of your first and last names rhymed.

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  Comment by Matt — June 26, 2013 @ 3:26 pm

  In high school, I was one third (the drummer, obviously the most important part) of a punk pop trio called Pocket Edition. We recorded one album (9 original tracks, take THAT), in my friends living room, and played one gig, a birthday party for which we were paid $150, which is a TON in high school dollars.

  We broke up shortly thereafter because the guitarist and bassist (who were dating) got into a huge fight at rehearsal (SO AWKWARD) and broke up.

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  Comment by Rob S. — June 26, 2013 @ 5:02 pm

  In the 3rd grade my friends and I did lip synced to that song. “Do you love me now that I can dance.”

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  Comment by David W — June 26, 2013 @ 5:57 pm

  I don’t remember what we called ourselves, but my friend and I made a band in elementary school. Neither of us could play instruments so it was mainly bad a capella, but we wrote a wonderful/horrible Star Wars parody of Y.M.C.A. (entitled Y.O.D.A.)
  “He may have lizard skin, and be quite a fright, but we don’t care, ’cause he’s a jedi knight.”

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  Comment by Katie M — June 26, 2013 @ 7:24 pm

  Well, I wanted to be a rock star all on my own. I didn’t have any friends really so when I was about 8 years old hanging out with my grandma at her antique shop, I painted a cardboard box to look like a Jukebox, grabbed my Happy Nation (Ace of Base) tape and boom box, and sat INSIDE of the makeshift Jukebox. I cut a hole for people to put money into, and wrote out all the songs I was willing to sing from the track list. Each song cost 5 cents. I sat under that box for hours and hours, but I guess most antique shop patrons weren’t into Ace of Base in 1993. Or at least they did’t want to hear an 8 year old girl obnoxiously sing over each song. Dreams = crushed 🙁

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  Comment by Joanna — June 26, 2013 @ 8:04 pm

  I did have a brief period in which I played the flute, though I was never in a band. I suppose if I had, it would have been called “This Won’t End Well”, which would have been quite apt, considering the talent level (or lack thereof).

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  Comment by Amanda — June 26, 2013 @ 9:22 pm

  When I was in third grade, I decided that my friends and I should start a band. Our original name was “Starlight,” but after one year, we changed it to “The Singing Waterfalls.” It was me and two of my girlfriends. We performed all original songs. Whitney was the songwriter, I was the choreographer, and Allison just did whatever. The only cover we did was of “Lean on Me,” but everything else was all original. We would practice at recess and perform in talent shows. We lasted through fifth grade, but broke up in middle school because Whitney started dating the boy I had liked since second grade. It was very dramatic.

  Sample lyrics:
  “I don’t care what you say about me,
  I’m gonna be a star for life.
  I don’t care where you’re from or where you’re going…”

  And that’s all I remember of it.

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  Comment by Erica Logan — June 27, 2013 @ 2:19 pm

  The only band I was ever in was the marching band. I was a 6 foot tall lady by the time I was 13, and I really wish someone had told me that maybe playing the piccolo wasn’t a good look for me. . .

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  Comment by SmokeSerpent — June 27, 2013 @ 9:48 pm

  I was in Junior High orchestra first, but then I wrote for a band that never performed called Gemini and the Squid Kids and played bass and wrote for a band that actually practiced a few times and played in front of people who weren’t in the band called Logan’s Tantrum.

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  Comment by esdeem — June 29, 2013 @ 7:58 am

  First of all, with all due respect to everyone, the most underrated animal on the planet is the red panda. Imagine being all the rage for a few years in the 1800s, then some monochromatic bear shows up and not only steals all your press, but even your very name! Children to this day will see them in zoos and insist they’re not a “real” panda. (I will fully admit I am biased on this matter.)

  I took Guitar I my first year in Junior High with high hopes that I would find an undiscovered vein of musical talent. However, it wasn’t to be, especially when the instructor wasn’t just a miserable human being, but also a good friend of the lady your dad just married, meaning I got griped at for just venting about him at home. None of this stopped me from penning some truly terrible songs, including one soulful piece called “Thorns and Things” that I was certain would propel me to stardom. Well, at least until I declined to take Guitar II and being a rock star joined astronaut and professional wrestler in the abandoned dreams pile.

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  Comment by Ralphie — June 29, 2013 @ 2:05 pm

  Back in ’69 I was in a country band in Tucson called “Bill Murray and the Cattlemen”. No, it wasn’t that Bill Murray! I played rhythm guitar. We played on Wednesday nights at the Airport Lounge, (the cinder block building on the road to the Airport), for free beers, and on Saturday nights at a place on the outskirts of town called the “Hangman’s Tree”. Imagine “Bob’s Country Bunker” from “The Blues Brothers” but without the chicken wire. At the Hangman’s Tree we got paid $35.00 apiece! Good times!

  -Ralphie

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  Comment by Alec — July 1, 2013 @ 11:37 pm

  I didn’t even pretend to be in a band as a kid: my friend and I pretended to be radio DJs. We modeled ourselves off the local Mix 86 station and called our fake station ‘Mix Ninety Frix.’ The biggest problem, though, was that my parents mostly listened to classical music, and the only non-classical albums of my parents’ that I could find were the Beverly Hills Cop (1) soundtrack and Born in the U.S.A.

  We still managed to rock out, though.

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