Rancid & How Them Start-Up
Rancid Is...
Tim Armstrong: Guitar, VocalsLars Fredrickson: Guitar, VocalsMatt Freeman: Bass Brett Reed: Drums If the members of Rancid seem to share a deeper bond than most bands--or most anyone, for that matter--it's because they do. From Tim Armstrong and Matt Freeman's childhood friendship in the working class enclave of Albany, CA, to the subsequent additions of Brett Reed and Lars Frederiksen (in 1991 and 1993, respectively), they have depended on one another for friendship, support and even survival for the better part of a decade. Friends from the age of five, Tim and Matt began playing together in high school, eventually forming the short-lived but vastly influential Operation Ivy. From its 1987 inception, Op Ivy would become the keystone of the East Bay scene that centered around the Gilman Street club/musician's collective; the scene around which the lives of all four Rancid members would converge. The band's 1989 break-up found Tim spiritually adrift for a spell, eventually straightening out with help from Matt as they co-founded Rancid in September 1991. When it came time to recruit a drummer, Tim turned to friend and roommate Brett Reed, with whom he'd been sharing a crash pad over a liquor store on the South Berkeley/North Oakland border. That Brett had been playing for all of six months was hardly an issue; Rancid was playing shows within two months, releasing its first single on Berkeley-based Lookout! Records (the label that released the posthumous Op Ivy compilation, as well as formative releases from Green Day, Avail, Econochrist, Isocracy, Crimpshrine, et al.) in 1992. The original three-piece Rancid line-up soon signed to Epitaph Records, recording and releasing a self-titled debut LP by 1993. Meanwhile, the band had set about recruiting a second guitarist. (Green Day's Billie Joe Armstrong--no relation to Tim--even filled in for one show and co-wrote "Radio" which would appear on R.
Rancid - Radio
Never fell in love
'til I fell in love with you
Never know what a good time was until I had a good time with you
If you wanna get the feelin' and you wanna get it right
Then the music's gotta be loud
For when the music hits I feel no pain at all
Warm summer night I was drinking with my dad
He tried to give me love that I never had
But he gave more love to his bottle of wine
So I had to go out find love of another kind
Here it is Here I am Turn it up fuckin´ loud
Radio, Radio, Radio, Radio, Radio, Radio, Radio
When I got the music I got a place to go
Radio, Radio, Radio, Radio, Radio, Radio, Radio
When I've got the music I got a place to go
Radio clash magnificent seven
I was a choir boy you showed me no heaven
Two tools surley lost no remorse ignoring the cost
Here it is Here I am Turn it up fuckin´ loud
Radio, Radio, Radio, Radio, Radio, Radio, Radio
When I got the music I got a place to go
Radio, Radio, Radio, Radio, Radio, Radio, Radio
When I got the music I got a place to go
Rancid - Let's Go
Jimmy said he could handle this Ohhhh,
he's from Los Angeles ohh
Jimmy said he could handle this
Born and raised in West Los AngelesDad's a lawyer,
Mummy's asleep,
Runs down the family can't ya see,
One thing seems very clear
Daddy's got no connection here,
Everything's reject and demanded,
Lived your life and think you can handle it
Let the dying shorten this Rythmmmm
Let's Go
Where the shores are green
Let's Go
Where the Music's loud
Let's Go Cause this ain't no problem, fuck this, fucking tragic
I ain't forty,
I like your stories
Keep them coming cause
It's kind a boring
It ain't coming you have to find it'
Cause all of a sudden you got grounded
You didn't care, you just stared
At the sign that said all beware,
In and Out and said Oi, Tik, Tok,
I'm glad you got away of me
Let the dying shorten this Rythmmmm
Let's Go
Where the shores are green
Let's Go Where the Music's loud
Let's Go Cause this ain't no problems, fuck this, fucking tragic
Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah,yeah, yeah yeaaaaaah |
