But I Only Have 1000 Words

One thousand words is a solid length for a music piece, it's long enough to go past hype and touch upon details, but not so long that the story will meander. Most of the time, I can compose a 1000 word profile without experiencing stress-related stomach-churns and back spasms. This story, though, is a little different.

I won't give away the subject of the article, but I will say that it is one of my favorite bands and it is a story that I have been wanting to do in this capacity for a while because a) it was a band I actually interviewed ten years ago, but I wanted to do it again because I'm better at the job now and b) it's a band that I truly believe people should hear. This band literally brought me to teenage hysteria the first time I saw them live (granted, I might have still been a teenager at the time, or had just turned 20). That night, I think I spent most of the time inadvertently screaming into my friend Tony's ear. It's a band that is so prolific that despite having spent a very pretty penny amassing a collection, I have only acquired, at the very most, 10% of the entire discography. It's a band on which I can write 10,000 words in a state of half-drunk, half-sleep, when I am the least coherent. But, I only have 1000 words and I'm trying to express the significance of a band that is still virtually unknown outside of certain subcultures despite almost thirty years of existence, over 100 releases (estimated) and countless tours. On top of that, there are so many details in the band's history that are crucial to explaining what it is now and now that I have two or three hundred words to go, I fear that I might accidentally leave out something important. Maybe I should just free write for an hour and take it from there.

This is the curse of knowing too much.