In 1961, at college, I formed a band called Nosmo King & the Filter Tips. I’d come up with the name. I smoked like a chimney, but so did everyone else.
There were four members. I played drums. We did sloppy covers of rock-and-roll songs. (Everyone also drank like a fish.)
We never released a record or taped anything. Although we stunk, we should’ve documented our youthful exuberance.
We broke up in ’63, after graduating. We never played together again. This morning, our lead guitar player died from emphysema, making me the last surviving Tip. Somehow, I don’t feel lucky.
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