Eric Scott, the man I refer to as Czahr, is my longest standing musical friend. We met in junior high, and I was instantly impressed by his massive collection of music. He also had the best electric guitar I’d seen at that time, a real American Fender Stratocaster, that he actually knew how to play.
As we got to know one another, what I came to appreciate most about Eric was his playfully creative approach to making music. He was both unpretentious and adventurous. Nothing was too simple. Nothing was too weird.
In high school, we played together in a band that performed at a small town teen center but possibly had the most fun spending late nights creating wild 4 track cassette recordings that ran the gamut from noisy chaos to our own version of naive lo fi pop. Though we went to college in different places, we often connected over holiday breaks and kept alive the tradition of recording strange 4 track sessions in condensed timeframes. This practice was rekindled again in our 30s with a project called Afternoon EP and a band called Ambition Recliner.
I love hearing Czahr’s musical creations for basement sketches. It’s the sound of an old friend.