So... I need to address something.
Apparently, there is a misconception -an immaculate misconception, you might even say! - that we are a Christian band. This is, um, very much *not* the case, just, y’know, FYI.
Okay. Now that we've cleared that up so I can stop getting invited to prayer groups (yes, I’m sure your cookies ARE delicious but still)... where were we? Oh, yeah: God Analog finds its singer.
I arrived to pick up Christian from the San Jose airport early in the morning. The plan? He, X and myself were going to get together and turn one of my demos into an actual track.
I stood in the parking lot waiting.
It was the heat of the summer.
Three people asked if I was their Uber.
I was not their Uber.
Finally, Christian stepped outside. He had no luggage other than a backpack and wore a long sleeved jacket despite the heat. After a long overdue embrace, we hopped into my non-Uber car and left, music and A/C cranked.
Before we even got on the freeway, however, Christian gestured in the air.
“Do you mind if we skip this?”
“Why? You don’t like (name redacted)?”
“Okay...” I said, skipping the song. “What about (name redacted)?”
“Corporate bullshit, Adam!” He laughed.
“What about this? Can we listen to this?” I asked as David Bowie’s “Heroes” came on.
“Of course!” Christian cried out, turning the volume up.
“He isn’t too, I dunno, mainstream for you?” I mocked.
“Well, yeah, but you gotta love Bowie. Come on.”
At some point our topic of conversation turned from music, to philosophy. Not sure why, but he mentioned that so-and-so was a Satanist. Now, fun fact, I actually know a thing or two about Satanism, so, this was a topic that I was comfortable chatting about, and not one you often get the chance to discuss in such a friendly fashion. He mentioned Thelema, and whatnot, and so I asked him where this interest of his came from.
“You’d be amazed what you can find on Wikipedia.”
“Um... what?” I asked as I pulled into my driveway and put the car in park.
“Wikipedia, my friend. It’s a Godsend.” He winked before he unbuckled and got out.
That’s when it really hit me: I was bringing a Hipster Wikipedia-Satanist into my home.
Did this make me pause for second thoughts? Of course.
Was I offput? Uh, duh?
But was I excited to have finally found a dedicated vocalist? Damn skippy.
Besides, what's the worst that could happen?...
Turns out, I misjudged Christian.