When people talk about emo music it's bands like this that they should be bringing up. Screaming and crying. Lots of screaming, but not without giving space to melodic and slower sections. Ten Boy Summer formed in the spring of 1993 from the ashes of Leaving. Lonewolf, the singer of Leaving, left the band and was replaced by Shimme who's band Business As Usual had recently come to an end.
The band name came from a book that Davey found at a second-hand store he worked at with Shimme. Coincidentally the shop was owned by a certain Mrs. Garfield who would sometimes tell the boys about her grandson Henry who "also played music". What music was that? Oh, just Black Flag. That's right - Shimme and Davey worked for Henry Rollins' grandmother...
The original book |
The bassist, Anthony,
moved to Minnesota not long afterwards and was replaced by Pete from
Buried. Pete also played bass, and he had a van, so that worked out
pretty nicely. The band lived together at the famous Milwaukee punk
house at 2143 South Mound Street. The band would rehearse and record on
a 4-track Tascam portastudio that Pete rented in the basement of the Mound House along
with contemporaries such as 309 Chorus/or was it Animal Farm?. TBS would play a small tour and number of
shows in the midwest before going further west in the
winter of 1993-'94. The band would play their final show in January of
1994 in Chicago, IL. One memorable show, recalled by Pete, was in someone's living room:
Pete: the guy who lived in the house had a pet ferret, and at one point it somehow ran up Shimme's pant(sic) leg, like on the inside! I think he had to pull his pants down to get it out.
During the band's short, but loud existence they recorded a handful of songs in that basement which they would send out to book shows and shared between friends of the band. Only one song would ever see wax; released posthumously on Gregg Bateman's Food Not Bombs benefit compilation alongside the likes of Current, Franklin, Indian Summer, and other good company. The band's page in the booklet reads more like an epitaph:
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