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When I
was 6 years old my mom started charting my growth by having me
stand next to the door jam of my bedroom. She'd make a pencil
mark next to the top of my head. I was a short kid. I stayed
short until all at once, I wasn't short anymore (painful). This
was right around the time I developed a peculiar fancy for carbonated
beverages and snack cakes.
I used to make movies when I was in grade school. Most of them
were stop motion movies. They all had the same plot. Barbee and
G.I. Joe in a convertable jaguar getting lost in the woods. I
don't remember what happened next.
I was born and raised in Fresno, California. It was a typical
southern California city, lots of smog and passive aggressive
behavior. I now live in Louisville, Kentucky. I moved to this
river city in 1993, right around the same time as Jason. I met
him a couple of years ago. Told him if he didn't let me play
in his band I'd pour hot coffee on him!
"Maybe," he said,
"The coffee was only luke warm anyhow." I told him.
Actually, I invited Lou and Jason to a cook out the summer before
last at my slummy apartment in Old Louisville (lots of college
students and such). We ate a lot of well prepared treats and
gabbed all evening. Later that night, quite a few more people
showed and we ended up migrating to the roof of the
building where we beheld the exotic Louisville skyline, sipped
cold refreshments and enjoyed the company and southern hospitality
of our friends. Jason asked me if I would jam with he and Lou
the following day to help flesh out some of the stuff they had
been working on for the past week or so.
Thats how I joined the band.
I do remember a mean dance party taking place before Jason and
Lou departed that night. Everyone took off their shoes, poured
their refreshments on the floor and went mad while Lou tookcare
of spinning the records (he's a great DJ).
Well I guess I should wrap it up, thanx and have a great morning/day/evening,
------Russ |
