Here we are.
I promised you I was going to write about the most important band in the world and this is it...
This is the first part (out of three?) of the posts dedicated to the biggest band in the world.
I promised you I was going to write about the most important band in the world and this is it...
This is the first part (out of three?) of the posts dedicated to the biggest band in the world.
I'm not talking about Isis or Tool.
And I'm not talking about Pink Floyd...
Unfortunately, this band doesn't exist anymore, but a decade ago it was firing up every stage they touched. And people still remember it and its members.
They were five awesome men: they melted their mind and their ability in order to create the perfect music creature. After a while they lost one and they were four, but still they were awesome.
They were five awesome men: they melted their mind and their ability in order to create the perfect music creature. After a while they lost one and they were four, but still they were awesome.
They were called ROCKWOOL.
It was my band. My glorious band.
Everything started in (circa) 1997 when a really good old friend of mine decided to learn to play guitar. We were sharing the same fine musical taste and we were (and we still are) friend since the kindergarten.
The obvious move was to play together.
I was the """"expert"""" of the two because at that moment I have had already a couple of bands (with also one live experience with the legendary thrash band "Agonia" (feel free to use sarcasm here [note to myself: write a post about Agonia, because they deserve more attention]).
The obvious move was to play together.
I was the """"expert"""" of the two because at that moment I have had already a couple of bands (with also one live experience with the legendary thrash band "Agonia" (feel free to use sarcasm here [note to myself: write a post about Agonia, because they deserve more attention]).
The guy was known as "Bumby", and we'll stick with this name...
We started to play together in his garage. We were playing classic metal/thrash covers and we were writing our own songs.
But we were still a duo, and our future at that point wasn't so bright...
We had a name though.
After a couple of discussions, we decided to call the band Titty Twister.
I came out with the name: one night I was watching the movie "From dusk till down" and the name was there... The epiphany: the name of the band must be Titty Twister...
We had a name though.
After a couple of discussions, we decided to call the band Titty Twister.
I came out with the name: one night I was watching the movie "From dusk till down" and the name was there... The epiphany: the name of the band must be Titty Twister...
After three, maybe four, months in this situation, we found a singer...
At least the guy promised us he was singer...
At least the guy promised us he was singer...
Even better, the dude had also a place that we could use as studio... It just required some "little" re-modernization works...
No problem, we were on it. We weren't afraid to get dirty and clean it up. The dynamic duo was so excited that we just went for it, without asking any further info...
No problem, we were on it. We weren't afraid to get dirty and clean it up. The dynamic duo was so excited that we just went for it, without asking any further info...
Shame on us...
It turned out that the place was an old decaying country-house, used to store hay and chickens and other random animals... Moreover, inside there was no heating system, the walls were falling apart, there were no windows and the electric line was from the early 1900 (I'm not kidding: probably Tesla made it)...
But we didn't give up. We were the fuckin' Titty Twister: we were unstoppable.
With a lot a patience, a lot of work, a lot of beers and especially a lot of money (and all of this framed by a lot of blasphemy [long story short: jesus itself came down a couple of time to see why we were using his name so often]), we transformed the place in a studio.
With a lot a patience, a lot of work, a lot of beers and especially a lot of money (and all of this framed by a lot of blasphemy [long story short: jesus itself came down a couple of time to see why we were using his name so often]), we transformed the place in a studio.
During the studio construction, another really good friend of us joined us and helped a lot.
His name is Mirko, and he became the fifth "unofficial" member of the band: he have never played a single notes in his entire life, but every show we did he was there, helping us, having a lot of fun and enjoying a lot of free beers.
During the preparation of the studio, we also found a drummer: Roby. He was cool, we knew him and he was ready to play. We couldn't ask any better!
Anyway... After one months the studio was ready: new painted walls, new windows, new electric line and even a rented mixer and amplification system.
We moved our gears there and we were ready to go.
At that point, the singer/owner of the place came to us saying "Listen guys, I am like going to Germany forever, and you should move all this stuff out of here because my father is getting mad...".
I mean, c'mon!!!!!! You're fuckin' moving out of the fuckin' country and you're not telling us?? We were in your muddy backyard (very country by the way) for one month and you or your father never said a single word about that? ...and now we have to get the fuck out of here?
We were mad. We were angry. We were desperate.
Lucky for us, karma kicked back, and thanks to Roby, in one shot we found: a place were we could build a new studio, a singer and a second guitar player.
That was it. That was the moment. The most important moment for the Titty Twister-future-Rockwool and for the rest of the music in the world.
[To be continued]
RATM, "Bombtrack": one of our first cover...
During the preparation of the studio, we also found a drummer: Roby. He was cool, we knew him and he was ready to play. We couldn't ask any better!
Anyway... After one months the studio was ready: new painted walls, new windows, new electric line and even a rented mixer and amplification system.
We moved our gears there and we were ready to go.
At that point, the singer/owner of the place came to us saying "Listen guys, I am like going to Germany forever, and you should move all this stuff out of here because my father is getting mad...".
I mean, c'mon!!!!!! You're fuckin' moving out of the fuckin' country and you're not telling us?? We were in your muddy backyard (very country by the way) for one month and you or your father never said a single word about that? ...and now we have to get the fuck out of here?
We were mad. We were angry. We were desperate.
Lucky for us, karma kicked back, and thanks to Roby, in one shot we found: a place were we could build a new studio, a singer and a second guitar player.
That was it. That was the moment. The most important moment for the Titty Twister-future-Rockwool and for the rest of the music in the world.
[To be continued]
RATM, "Bombtrack": one of our first cover...
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