TARR

The first of the first.

TIMMY PRITCHARD. Don't worry, he's ok. Well, he's as ok as Timmy can get. This was the only picture I have of him, sadly, but it's appropriate. Tim was always accident prone, and he proved that to the max by being in the back seat of his buddy's car while speeding over a hill. The driver thought it would be funny to swerve around a bit, and this was the result.

So what can I say about timmy? Well, he was about 5'5", had bright red hair, lived in Pearl River (a hick town), thought he was a rapper, really was a skater, and was in trouble 24-7. I met him in second grade at Lake Castle Private School in Slidell, LA. Even then the little guy was a hell-raiser. Every day was another trip to the principle's office. When I left the school at the end of fourth grade, I didn't see Tim again until the second semester of 8th grade. I was drummer hunting at the time, and a girl I knew told me that there would be a drummer at her school play (where she had the starring role). We were shocked when we saw eachother. Timmy immediately jumped behind his used Ludwig drumset and yelled "play!" I picked up a guitar and churned out "Territorial Pissings" by Nirvana. So was the birth of Tarr.

Big Ian!

I met Ian through a girl as well (quite the player, aren't I?). He was a year older than I, 15, and was going to be a sophomore in Northshore High School (NHS). My first thoughts were very optomistic. Not only would I have a bass player to round out my band, but Ian could also show me the ropes at NHS. Ian had been playing music with his long-time friend Blake Lasuzzo, who had not yet discovered his genius. I had no idea that three years later Blake would be part of the now-infamous DEAD KELLY.

Anyway, Ian was a little shy when I met him. He was (is) a chronic masturbator and was conflicted over how he should handle his outrageous sexual urges. I, of course, told him to let loose. Men are all perverted, what should he be ashamed of? Ian know owns a latex vagina, has a mountain of spank-it mags, and enjoys exposing himself whenever he gets the chance.

Tarr was definately a learning experience. I found out what it was like to take critisizm and how to use it in a positive way. I began to discover the art of songwriting. The time and patience of playing music was also introduced to me. I got high for the first time (compliments of Timmy). I made out with a girl for the first time (in some odd way compliments of Timmy). Ian got high for the first time (compliments of me. Ian lost his virginity (compliments of Timmy, and right after Timmy).

In the end little Timmy ended up being too much to handle. We kicked him out of the band and Ian left to play with Torrential Groove (pictures of TG would be appreciated). I was left to take some time to think about how I would do this next time.
I thought about something called Kelly...

coming soon... more exciting stories, including the classic "YOU FUCKED MY BAND!!" Joel Doyle's short stint as a backup guitar player will be reviewed (pictures needed, Hillary Gordon, this requires you) and song lyrics.

TARR: Alone in the Garage
Nicotine (Morales/Banas)
Fool (Morales)
Drive (Morales)
Bottom (Banas)
AKV (Morales)
Beans (Morales)
all lyrics: Matt Morales

Until I get some more pictures I'll leave this biography of Tarr slightly incomplete. If you have any pics of the band, please e-mail them to ME.

NO ATTATCHMENTS!

I will not open any files so please include the image files in the text. I've Gotta watch out for viruses, ya know.

ALSO If I could get some pictures of MAD SEED from the 1996-1997 era that would be GREAT. Pictures of Ian, Timmy, myself and our friends are also needed. You can send pictures from any year, actually, they will be sorted accordingly.

More mind boggiling meaningless shit on the way :)