We were once famous in our own minds for doing a cover of JAMC's "Between Planets." I think we were still the Happy Death Men at the time and Joseph Donovan, Jason Thomas and myself had flirted dangerously with the school's dress code, shaving the sides and backs of our heads and leaving a bushy top - just like the Reid brothers. Luca had bangs down to his chin on an otherwise shaved head, but he always got away with it. Lysenko's Peavey bass amp wasn't much louder than a flushing toilet. We had trouble remembering the lyrics. "Maybe next year boys" said Mr. Enright, the Loyola High School VP of Discipline and Talent Show Director, "Oh, and don't come to school with your hair looking like that on Monday..." We considered rehearsing "Reverence" off of Honey's Dead for the next year's audition, but came to the surprisingly mature decision that lines such as "I wanna die just like Jesus Christ" were not going to fly at a Jesuit-run school for boys. The history runs deep. And so it was that this past Monday night, in New York City we found ourselves sharing the stage with the band that made us want to play in one. We didn't meet them, didn't arm-wrestle Jim Reid back stage, we just did our thing. We played like we do every night, thinking more about how to melt the edge off of the frosty NY crowd (one gent, fresh from a frat house Keg and Cheese shouted "you suck"), than about the fact that we were doing something we never thought we'd have a chance to do. And that's how it goes... the occasion doesn't have a running commentary, documenting it in technicolour for your life's reckoning. It's over before you know it, and then you're out there, watching one of your favourite bands like all the other fans. Trying, still, to remember all the words to Between Planets.