Sep. 18th, 2007 @ 7:36PM
It was a scene from an old X-Files. Tommy Chang with his hand still in the box of Fiddle-Faddle, shaking his head in absent disbelief. Vasquez tossed his second slice of Deep Dish Super Supreme on the coffee table nearly knocking over his half empty glass of sweet tea. Franklin popping his head up from behind the trap set where he was adjusting a bass peddle, “ What ‘d he say!?” The Hindrix poster on the wall behind him becoming visible now clean through Franklins attempt at a 1968 Afro. “Man you can’t say that.”, Vasquez said, “What are you talkin’ about-WE ain’t REAL, man!”

The door of ‘The Keep’ flew open as Hall kicked it, “I got it” he breathed as he struggled in with a large bag of ice and a case of Dr. Pepper. “No really, I got it…” He stopped and set the ice on the rug in front of the door. panned across the room with the same look as a puppy watching a kid work a rubics cube,“What?!” he gruffed.

“Wezall?” Franklin said as he rose in front Jimi, “Man what’s going on?” His entire body translucent causing a double vision effect with the poster behind him. As we watched his tie-dye blended with that of the legendary guitarist and JC Franklin faded away.

Vasquez cupped his hands to his eyes and thought instantly about Marty McFly when he almost lost his parents and his very existence, only this time it was Antonio Marcelo Vasquez who went all gauze like and as he reached for his cell phone he blinked out. The ice shifted in his sweet tea making the only noise anyone heard.

Tommy wept silently, his talented fingers still sticky with the caramel popcorn. “Oh come on, Tommy, you weren’t all that good to begin with” I joked and met his eyes that were harder to see by the minute. “Guess I’ll give you a hand with the drinks there, Kraeg, before they fall.”

Kraeg Hall was melting faster than the ice he’d just carried into the studio.

I picked up the ice and took it down the hall to the fridge when my cell went off. It was Adam Smithe. “What are you doing, Weez? I had a family! You can’t…wait!” I heard London traffic in the background since Adam was visiting his ‘Mum’ and ‘Sissy’ over the summer and hadn’t been in the states since May.

The line went dead and the imaginary Adam Smithe could no longer play lead guitar for Carcass Fracas or any other real band.

Since I was the only named member left besides my son, I left the Keep for the night and decided to write the event’s down for the dmusic community to ponder.

Some readers may feel anger, confusion, and some might ask “why?” Still many more will say, “Carcass Who?”

The Band Carcass Fracas is still as it always was… one man and occasionally his truly talented son. Oh and on rare occasions another visiting guitarist or two.

Please forgive the shallow mask, which I doubt covered anything convincingly. The music is real, the members fictional other than Wezall. The very interesting part of all of this is that now there will be some who question this tale as factual or not. Ahh well. The clues were always there in the music, if you know how to listen. Let me know if you find any.

I , Wezall, enjoy making music and will continue as Carcass Fracas.

Rest in Peace:

Tommy Linn Chang, 32
Antonio Marcelo Vasquez, 24
Kraeg Hall, 21
John Collin”JC” Franklin.23
and Adam Smithe, 27.