Garaje Wasn't Built In a Day

So I haven't written anything in a long while. Whoop dee doo. Here is something I was working on back in February.....

Garaje.

The greatest Spanish Christian rock band of our era. You may find some who will disagree with that statement. It's a bold statement I know. But who was or is better? Firm Rock was more like Limp Pebble. 7Th Zone was a sad attempt. They should have gotten better zoning permits. There were a few good bands but none compared to Garaje. No offense to those band who we actually respected but like Tupac said, "I'm only being real. Yee yee."

Garaje literally started in a garaje. My brother Jazz was fooling around with his acoustic guitar playing chords as crooked as his teeth before he got braces, trying to get a good sound out. Something prolific. All he got out in those days were Lou Diamond Phillips riffs from watching La Bamba too many times. Jazz was focused and intent on making something out of his guitar and lyrical genius though. He would start a band called Garage with our cousin Jimbo, Michael the spitter, and Johnny Red.

Garage was slightly successful. They played a show in Lynwood where they made it on the local news. You could see Ed Noir playing congas in the background of the video. He is part of everything isn't he?

It wasn't until 1997, when I joined the band that things started to roll. Now, I'm not saying that I was the sole reason for Garaje's success but I will admit that it was destiny for Jazz and I to be in a band named Garage and Garaje together.

According to my dad, when Jazz and I were kids, we would spend hours in the "garage" pretending to be in a band. Using brooms as guitars and microphone stands.

Then there was that the time with Games and the "garaje''........that story is a whole other therapy session.

In the summer of '97, Garage would take it's first step to becoming the giant it would eventually become.

On a hilltop chapel, Jazz and I asked Conrad if he could lend his trombone services during our show for the junior / high schoolers from the foursquare churches. It would be the melting point of the frozen tundra of Christian music.