jared

In grade 11, my high school orchestra took a band trip down to Cleveland, OH to visit the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame. On the long bus ride down, I sat beside one of my close buddies at the time, Matt, who played in a bunch of different punk bands during high school and got me into the local music scene. We decided to listen to some music for the long drive down and he gave me an earbud. He pulled up the Rancid album "And Out Come the Wolves" . The first track, Maxwell Murderer, shocked me. It was incredible - punky and funky. The bass solo blew me away. After that bus ride I went and downloaded that album and would listen to it for years to come. I remember being in university a few years later and listening to that album on a warm spring afternoon, as I walked home from an exam, feeling joyous and confidently independent.