When I was just a little wee tyke, there was this house on the end of the
street that always scared the living crap out of me. Esoecially during night
time when I would be riding my bike home from a friends house or something,
T5his house was just pure terror to me ..The same people lived in it
for years and I never ever met them,I rarely saw them, and there was this
rumor that their son commited suicide in the house. I teel ya it was pretty
freaky. Even their car was this old beat upo scary kinda car that matched
perfectly with their spooky house . This Place looked like a barn.
I don't know why it was built like that? It was the only house anywhere around
that looked like that .. I always wondered what it was like inside?
Was it full of cob webs? What is it like? Well, I never did get to see what
was in there, I would imagine that that barn house that was on my block is
in some way responsible for the way my creative juices flow. I mean, Like
when I am riding by that place coming home for a rehearsal and I see that
place and then ten minutes I am on the drums playin my ass off, I would imagine
that it effected my mood .I know it. Im so sure that that is
true . One day I am going to go back to Canada and march right up to
that door and knock as loud as I can and see for myself what excactley is
behind their doors ..Im simply gonna say" Hi, Im shane. Your house scared
the living shit out of me when I was a kid and I was wondering if I could
have a peek inside and see if you are really as frightening as my mind has
pictured you over the years". I guess that's something to look forward to
in the future. I hope they still live there.