The fiery killer

. Killer, killer, the band!
The first rehearsals were held at my parents' house on Bikurim Street, near the center of Carmel. Palm beat the drums and I hit the guitar strings. In almost every such meeting - in the afternoon, or during the holidays - we wrote two or three new songs. We were energized, motivated and maybe talented.

We rehearsed the songs over and over and when we felt ready - that is, after about ten minutes - we also recorded them. At first it was about a regular tape recorder, the one I got for a bar mitzvah. Over time, we perfected and recorded straight into the stereo system we dragged for this purpose from the living room, two channels, with two microphones. Sometimes one channel was occupied by the guitar that was directly connected to it, and the other channel (via the microphone) recorded the drums and sounds. The recording power needle did not drop from the red highlighted area.
In many of the songs, strong knocks that go beyond the rhythm of the song are combined. It's not a palm tree, it's my mother. She banged on the door of the room whenever her nerves loosened in the face of what she mistakenly called: "The horrific noise." There is also a rare recording in which my father cries with a sore throat: "Enough of this awful madness already!" For collectors only. And there is also a recording that was interrupted in the middle of a song because one of the neighbors crept up to our floor in the stairwell and lowered the power switch. The next day, for some reason, four punchers were discovered in his beloved car.
Our first songs were simple and rhythmic. I wrote most of the songs, and because I barely knew how to play back then, they were written and even played on just one string of the guitar. Songs that Dekel wrote for the repertoire were based on a monotonous drum beat reminiscent of the Gary Glitter hits.
When our hands got tired we switched roles, and then I banged the drums and he plucked the guitar strings. Each such repetition yielded torn strings, broken sticks, annoyed parents and hostile neighbors. With no choice, we decided to expand the band so we could practice in more homes.
We hung a "Musicians Needed" ad in the school and music and record stores. The excited candidates were surprised that our first question was not: "What instrument are you playing?" Except - "Do you have a living room or warehouse that you can practice in?"
In contrast, a question that was repeatedly asked by the musicians was: What is the name of the band?
And here we come to a particularly sensitive issue. It is quite clear to me that I invented the name KILLER , while Palm is convinced that all rights belong to it. Palm had home to Alice Cooper's KILLER album, and from there he claimed to have brought the name.
So here is my explanation of the essence of the name ...

In 10th grade we split. Palm left the urban high school, and our muscular seat moved to the benches of the extracurricular school of Mishlev. I continued my studies in the biological trend, and one day I brought home 14 day-old chicks trying to save them from a bitter and cruel fate