THE BOY HITS CAR BIO

The lights onstage dim, the audience erupts into cheers, and from the powerful rumble of the drums coming at you like an out-of-control 18-wheeler to the sweat glistening on the chest of...

Fuck all that. We're Boy Hits Car, no bones about it, we'll kick it to you straight. My name is Scott, I'm the bass player in Boy Hits Car and this is our bio in my own words:

Louis (guitar), CRegg (vocals, acoustic 12-string guitar), and I all grew up together from early childhood. Louis and CRegg were neighbors in the same condo complex and knew each other since they were mere toddlers wearing diapers. I lived a mile away so it wasn't until the beginning of elementary school that my path crossed with theirs.

Looking back now, it seems fitting that the first time I ever saw CRegg he was singing. A happy kid with wild blonde hair and a big smile, he was in the schoolyard belting out that song from THE WIZ, "C'mon and ease on down, ease on down the road" over and over as he'd run toward the chainlink fence at the edge of the playground and bounce into it.

I remember seeing Louis around from time to time but my first encounter with him wasn't until I was 11. He'd ripped a friend of mine off, selling him a crappy BMX bike which he'd painted over and plastered with Red Line stickers, trying to pass it off as the real thing. Teased by all the kids, my friend quickly realized he'd been taken so we set off on bikes to find this "Louie" character and get a refund. We tracked him down at the local video arcade where he'd already spent the kid's money. No refund was granted but Louis and I wound up becoming great friends.

Louis, CRegg and I spent a lot of time together over the years, having fun, hangin' out at each other's houses, getting into trouble (I was usually the instigator, "always scheming" as CRegg puts it), and finding ourselves.

In 1990 CRegg was burning with a passionate idea and told me that we had to form a band. "Scott, you've already been playing bass, Lou's been playing guitar--he can play all kinds of Slayer and Metallica stuff--and I can sing!" A mutual friend of ours played drums and our first band was formed. We played parties and had fun and all was going well until our drummer announced he was quitting to join another band. We were hurt, but with 20/20 hindsight I now see that everything happens for a reason.

We decided to form a new band and go in a new musical direction. We met and jammed with a slew of drummers, mostly meat heads; usually within the first 30 seconds we could tell it wasn't going to work. Forming a strong band is much like dating: you search and search until you find that perfect person for you, that soulmate who understands you and who you understand; someone with whom you can connect. When it is true, you know it.