Who wouldn’t park his truck by the side of Samoa Road, unload the sticks and skins and serenade the bay? On a warm summer day?
That’s what Zach Lewing — last seen playing with White Manna — has been doing all summer long. “I’m just working on my music,” he says.
This article appears in Know When To Kill Them.
He needs to keep working.
Roommates probably kicked him out.
When I lived in the O.C. the drummer I played with did this all the time. He lived in an apartment that wasn’t at all. It was stuck together with a bunch of other not apartments.
He would set up in a turnout where you would expect to see someone selling van seats, sunglasses or shrimp for 5.99 a pound.
Good times.
A wonderful bird is the Pelican,
His beak can hold more than his belly can,
Winter storms come a-howl
And this crazy ole fowl
Takes a pounding like Lewing’s skins can!