looking for pete

major member of the antikult band
I met Pete in the same Baptist Church that I met Brent and Mikie in. Pete was, still is, my age, so we were in all the same Sunday School classes, skipped out of church service most every other Sunday to be down stairs with a few others who skipped out. It was permitted. No one had to go to church. We just always did. Like father like son, like the last 10 thousand years or so.

Wednesday was Stockade. The boys got together, Like Cub Scouts. Club Stouts. sometimes special events, including canoe trips in the wilderness. Bitchin'.

In high school, Pete and I had many classes together and played in most of the school bands together.

There was never a question who played first Trumpet. Pete was the best in Ontario, or most of it, when he was in high school. He was so precise, powerful and brilliant. He was a stereotypical candidate for Humber College.

Except for his attitude.

We drank beer, or vodka sometimes, together and had many adventures.

Often happy just to drive and see what happened. Out of town, toward anywhere with the music on the tape deck. Sometimes having to stop when we had Eddie Harris live in Newport on.

To dance under the sky like beasts not caring.

After high school, he didn't pursue music.

He was sick of people asking him if he still played the trumpet.

He studied stage theater and drove cab and whatever else he did till he bought a house in greater Toronto and he lives there still.

A few years ago, out of the blue, I called him up to find out that he was playing again. I didn't ask. I just wanted to find where he was in his head.

He seemed to have been expecting my call. He didn't admit it. He doesn't admit much or give out much information. Unless it's a story.

Any how, I think he knew better than me that it would come to this. We talked about a band like kids do, when we were playing together like kids do. Whatever age. And we both somehow know it could be true.