David Carey - Lyric Sheets / Song Writing February 1982

David Carey 

 Lyric Sheets / Song Writing

 February 1982

The Bottom sheet became The Cone Of Silence song "Colors".  

In my Senior year at Capistrano Valley High School I had a creative writing class.  God how I hated school there... Anyways I had to have some poems so I gave my dearest friend David Carey a call and asked him to mail me some out. As you can see in the top one my address in Capistrano.  I got a B on the assignment. I would have gotten an A but I was supposed to tell what category they would fall in. I remember telling the teacher that art should not be categorized.  He marked me down anyways. I did pass that class.  Luckily it wasn't one of those teachers who wanted you in class a certain amount of days.  Probably should have learned more in that class. It would have come in handy for this site.  The distance from home in Capistrano to Mission Viejo where school is was probably about 5 miles.  I'd get up (most days) and my thumb out and if I didn't get a ride within 5 or 10 minutes I go home and go to work later. I went to school 3 or 4 days a week. The next time I went back to school I'd get a chick friend of mine to write a note from my Dad. "Sorry Ed was sick yesterday so please excuse him.....".  You guys from Savanna have no idea how good you had it!!  My Mom shipped me out to live with my Father in Capistrano during my 10th grade year in 1979 at Christmas time.  She thought I was having tooooo much fun. She was right. However I never missed a single day while going to Savanna.  Let me mention some of the "weirdness" that made me feel I moved to another planet down there.  At Savanna everyone wore Vans tennis shoes, jeans and a T Shirt.  At Capo Valley it was Slick Slacks, A button up shirt (the one with the lizard), A sweater tied around your neck and penny loafers!!! And their parties....  They still give me nightmares. Here's a typical one.  There would be 5 jocks in the living room, A couple of cheerleaders blasting The Go Go's and a 12 pack of beer. Then one of the cheerleaders would start screaming hysterically with the others trying to calm her down. And then the cops would come and I'd walk in the door at home by 10 pm with my Dad sitting on the couch asking "Home Already?".  Got plenty homesick. Did I ever love getting back to Anaheim in those days and the parties with live music! David was a huge help. He sent me out a tape of a early rehearsal of the band he was forming called The Cone Of Silence.  On as many weekends as I could afford I'd hop on the Amtrak which luckily the stop was feet from my front door. I'd take it to Fullerton and David or Jim Maxfield or Tony Zamora would be kind enough to pick me up.