The Official Story of
Under the Bed :
One day in September of 2003, I (Dan Bogosian), was over a friend's house.
That friend's name was (and turns out, still is) Ian James Fergusson, or, as every person who ever met him in person and isn't basing an entire world of knowledge about his personality on strange writings by me knows him, the Ferg.
I was over the Ferg's house to do the plant project (if anyone here has never gone to Northwester Regional District Number 7 High School {referred to by me as "NWRDHS#007"... for... short...} during Sophomore, The Plant Project {or "PP" when asking a beautiful freshman girl if she would like to see it} is the fine majority of your biology grade for your 2nd Semester.)
But before we worked, we decided to see a movie.
The movie?
KILL BILL: VOLUME I.
Unfortunately at the time, and fortunately now, the movie was rate R. Despite my four to six inch goatee at the time, the theater didn't believe we were 17 or older (which we weren't.)
So, instead, we saw...
SCHOOL OF ROCK
Using this movie, we watched an unnecessarily large screen for an unnecessarily large price for an unnecesarily entertaining hour and a half.
Punch line?
A 10 year old kid played "Smoke on the Water", "Iron Man", and "Highway to Hell" on his guitar, to which Ferg had to whisper in my ear, "That's nothing. I can do all of this and better."
So we got back to his house.
And he played better. Much better.
What did he play?
First couple of notes to Stairway to Heaven (Yeah it's easy and everyone knows it... it's still fucking Stairway, people...), the rhythm part to AC/DC's "Thunderstruck", and some electric improv.
I was always a rock head and always planned to "eventually play bass" (you know... a dreamer...), but when I found out I had a friend who was AWESOME (don't believe his lies, he's awesome) at guitar and didn't mind me commanding him to play
stupid and entertaining things
...I decided to turn my heater past 70 and straight to 220 by begging my Mom (not Dad... dear lord) unnecessarily hard to getting me bass lessons.
I didn't inform Ferg of my undermining goal for atleast another 24 hours...
The next day I informed Ferg that we should start a band. He said "YEAH!", excited, and we decided to find a name.
Rejected names include "the Chris Rudes", "the Chris Roods", and "the Mr. Roods.".
Note these were all of Ferg's genius.
Rejects of mine? "Low Flying Planes", "Ketchup", and "Nazzis", amongst others.
How did "Under the Bed" come to be?
A lot of my names were 3 words that had a preposition in it (read: "Below the surface", "Around the corner", etc.)
Ferg said "In the closet!" and was probably giggling his wee anus off in the Fergoroda laugh while sitting by his computer.
But in my head... after "In the closet" came "Under the Bed". And voila.
Next goal? Find a drummer.
We decided on Henry Tirrel. This was because we both love Henry, and he was a drummer (shitty one, but a drummer nonetheless). But he also does a good Brian Johnson imitation, so we decided he was the vocalist, at least for the moment. If anyone, you know, is a great singer... e-mail me, dude. Yeah.
Jin Lee told us we needed a new drummer, not only because Henry blew, but because drummers can't be lead vocalists. (Note that in this conversation I forgot to prove my point that they can, by using Triumph, Rush, Cream, and ofcourse, Aerosmith {Stephen Tyler was there original drummer}. I include this information, because I never lose an argument. Ever. Shut up, it's true.)
That was after a swim practice, and Trevor Chichester was there.
Trevor, being the coolest human being on the planet, played drums.
We didn't ask him there, I doubt he even heard us; but he would always tell me "I can play any Rock riff in history baby yeah!" (He would say "baby yeah", which would lead to me saying it, which would lead to us giggling at my Austin Powers imititation. Good clean fun.)
So I asked Trevor to become the drummer of the band. He asked the name, I gave it. He asked the details, I gave all the info on this website only in one sentence or less.
Flash forward to May. Henry asks Luke to join without letting anyone know. We all already planned to eventually ask him, just Henry went ahead before we could tell him (Henry's the least informed of the group, being the one who doesn't get IMed by me saying "play B A B B".) Later, Luke quits because he feels his solo career needs to kick it up a notch. He leaves on good terms.
Henry quits because he is a half ass. We plan to audition for singers.
And so becomes Under the Bed as it is today.
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