Doomers need a vocalist

Houston TX

Description

Without a ride early one morning, I found myself on foot in the dark of night by myself. As I passed the rolls of empty buildings, street after street, a sound in the distance became louder. First it was the driving sound of low notes but as I came closer, you could hear the crash of cymbals and drums. Then within a block, you could hear the driving sounds of low tuned guitars distorting heavily. My last turn drew me closer to the music as I headed down a dark alley only lit with a single light that shone on a dark blue door. Passing garbage dumpsters and bodies of those unable to walk, I reached the door. It was not completely closed so I stood there deciding my next move. Slowly I grabbed the handle and pulled the door to me. The music exponentially grew in volume and intensity to the point of being disorientating. Like a monster magnet, the music pulled me closer to a poorly lit stage where there were three musicians playing heavy doom and stoner riffs and the place was warm from the heat of their amplifiers. As my eyes finally focused, I noticed that there stood a microphone stand with a microphone at the center of the stage with nobody present. Instinctively, I rolled up on stage and took center position behind the mic. As I looked around, I could see the other musicians were in their 30s or older, so I knew I fit in and within seconds, notes flowed out of my vocal chords that were actual singing and not growling or screaming. I immediately felt the vibe of what was being done and added vocal distortion to match the music. Since these musicians already had a place to practice with a pa, were easy to work with, welcomed input to make this a successful collaboration, I knew I was found. Who wants to be found? Please respond via the ad.