I look pretty happy in that photo, yeah? Let’s get chronological.

2001…

Back in the early ‘aughts, I was in high school. My musical interests were limited. I listened to my stand-bys, especially Michael Jackson. Green Day’s Dookie, Blink-182’s Enema of the State and Take off Your Pants and Jacket, Get Up Kids Something to Write Home About, various Ataris songs. I was satisfied with what I had, because my real passion computer gaming. Especially Counter-Strike. My concert experience was a bunch of classical guitar concerts when I was too young to remember things (my dad was a pro guitarist) and a solitary Hall and Oates concert my friend’s family brought me to on a whim (I enjoyed it).

Then girls.

2002…

I spent some time crushing pretty hard for one particular woman a year older than I. The feeling was not reciprocal, as was the case many times before and after. But when she showed me her Microphones and Outsmarting Simon posters and pictures (we shared digital photography as a hobby), I was intrigued, both at the prospect of finding new music and at the prospect of finding a new interest for us to share.

2003…

I found the Microphones through file-sharing, and their songs were sonically displeasing. Too weird.

Surprisingly, Outsmarting Simon I did not find through file sharing. A search produced their mp3.com page, which looked exactly like the one in that link there, except without the attribution to “Triple Crown Records,” which they had not signed to yet. Listening to these songs, I didn’t exactly fall in love, but I wasn’t turned off either.

I continued on to their website.

Who knows what possessed me, but I used my recently established PayPal account to purchase an actual CD of their recently released “Silent, Sober, & Sound” album1. It felt like a good thing to do, and it was a chance to make an online impulse purchase, which is quite a draw if you’ve ever felt it.

This timeframe of this purchase coincided with my purchase of a 1st-generation iPod. I was still a Windows user back then, but I did my research, finding out that XPlay would give me a way to get music onto the iPod without a Mac or iTunes. I bought it for its looks mainly, since I thought Apple products were famous for their “graphic editing” capabilities, not at all for their ease of use. That thing was pretty, but holy shit did it get scratched easily.

One day, a not-so-close friend of mine came up to me during that weird period in between lunch and next period where the teachers had nowhere to put us all but the auditorium while the other kids had lunch. He did that thing that people you’re not really friends with but who covet something of yours sometimes do, which is to act very friendly to you and then complement you in an attempt to gain access to that thing they covet. Todd said “I heard you had one of those iPods, can I see it?” We weren’t supposed to listen to music during that “recess” in the auditorium, but I lent him my iPod anyways.

At the end of that time-sink, he came back to me and returned the iPod, and he said “You like Outsmarting Simon?” to which I said “Sorta, Kristin told me about them, I haven’t listened to them enough to know if I like them yet” and Todd said “they’re good, I heard of them before but this is the first time I listened, I like that song ” and I promptly forgot (8 years later) the song he liked.

After that day, Todd became my friend.

He made me a mixtape, a mix CD, and written on it was “The Todd Schmeling EP”. There was a song listing on a piece of paper, but I don’t think any of the songs had explanations next to them. I don’t remember which was my first mixtape with explanations, but it was probably later in life. The songs spoke for themselves… one could say they “screamed” for themselves, as plenty of screamy bands were featured on the mix.

One day, the day before a major English Honors project was due (I was creating a glass-bound T.S. Eliot poetry report and collection), Todd asked if I wanted to go with him to a show. It was January 19th, 2003 (proof). He really wanted to see this band The Pine, from Bakersfield CA. Or maybe he just wanted to pick up their record for a friend. They had just released their second LP, and on this tour they were selling a very limited edition one encased in silk-screened, hand-sewn fabric2.

This was the first time I’d ever been to a show. Or invited to a show. I didn’t even know what a “show” was. I thought they were called “concerts.” I had to ask Todd if there would be moshing at this show, since I didn’t think I would like that. He said that no, people usually just stand there and listen and bop their heads or clap their hands. There would be no pressure there3 to be anything but myself.

That show was in a cold, dark basement in New Brunswick, NJ, and it was loud, and we didn’t even stay for the Pine’s whole set. Todd got a ticket on the way home for going 80 in the left lane with nobody else on Route 18 but us (speed limit 65). I felt bad, but I don’t think I gave him any money to help pay the ticket. We were in his mom’s purple minivan. Earlier on the drive home, before Route 18 turns into a freeway, Todd was drifting off at the wheel and I had to yell at him to snap him out of it before we crashed into a pickup in front of us at a red light. First near-crash experience. Not the last.

One show we went to later on was a show at M&M hall. We went to see one of Todd’s absolute favorite bands, The Assistant. They were opening up for another band who were playing their final show, Penfold. Neither of us knew Penfold very much, though I had read somewhere that they influenced Outsmarting Simon. In fact, I noticed PJ from OS watching the show on the other side of the room. Funny story for another time, but despite being the 4th car/van in the parking lot (we knew the show would be pretty packed for Penfold), we did not get to see the Assistant. It was fun watching Penfold, but I did so from the back of the hall, standing on a chair, watching people go insane singing along to the catchy tunes. A happy point came when their lead singer, Brian Carley, asked the crowd who came the farthest to see them (sounds kinda cocky when you write it out like that…). Turned out that a couple from Japan had flown out to see their last show. How cool is that?

2004…

So began a long love for basement shows. They became one of the main reasons I chose to go to Rutgers. They became the reason I began hosting shows with my best friends at the Abdab.

2005…

They became a way I got to know the boys from Outsmarting Simon more. Which is how we ended up hosting shows for them. Which is how, to our surprise, we ended up preparing for a show by some unknown band called “Elf Pond.” Just a week or two before the show was to go on, we found out via some enthusiastic hinting that perhaps Elf Pond (which had no mentions anywhere on the internet) was an anagram for some other band we may know a little better.

Could it be Penfold?

Yes. It was Penfold. So we realized we had to prepare a little more. Make sure we had our soundproofing panels ready and in place (we had been cited for a noise violation early in our show-presenting tenure). Make more food than usual. Stock up on beer (hard to do when none of your roommates are 21 yet).

2006…

Those two kids from Japan did not know about the secret show, but as it happens, the show was partly an experiment to see if Penfold was ready to play an actual reunion show, something they had been considering. That show was a blast4, despite getting crushed against the stage multiple times. I didn’t drink at all, either, which was probably one of the last shows I attended where I had an incredible time without a drop of alcohol. Sad realization. Interests change.

2010

That secret show went off beautifully, with the slight exception that there was another show going on down the street whose audience may have appreciated being able to see both line-ups. Years later, a friend and I created a website about the night of Penfold’s secret show.

2011

Fall of this year, Penfold announces a reunion show, and a not-so-secret Elf Pond pre-show the day before. I show up with my friend and old Abdab-roommate Greg, meeting up with a few close friends to enjoy the show. PJ, the singer from Outsmarting Simon who helped me feel included in the New Brunswick music scene when I arrived at college, was reuniting his other band, Marigold, so it would be a fun night with some great music. And I wasn’t disappointed. Which is why you can see a happy Nano in this photo (taken by Penfold’s friend and the older brother of my great friend Anthony, John Cafaro).

I wonder who that happy fellow singing next to me is.