| One rainy spring afternoon, Ted
and Kuba were hanging out down at the Dome waiting for the
"Power Hour" to start. Their good pal Will showed up
with a couple of beers, and they sat, drank and smoked into the
night. As the conversation fizzled out their thoughts turned to
women. The three knew right then what they needed to do was
start a band...
Since Ted and Will both played
drums and Kuba chooses only to play the bass, the boys were
hurting for a six-stringer. Ted remembered he had an old flying
"V" in his closet, so he pulled it out, dusted it off,
and stepped up to the guitar duties and has never looked back. A
couple of months later was their first gig at the Starship
(RIP). What followed was a veritable cyclone of gigs, beers and
injuries, but still no women.
Meanwhile...
Bone(aka Mark)-that's me-heard
that there were beers and girls and all kinds of action goin' on
at Kuba's and was over post haste. When I got there, not only
were there no girls, but I also had to go get the beer. On my
way out the door, Ted and Kuba took a liking to my shoes, which
happened to be the same as theirs. Realizing that the two were
more than impressed with my footwear I decided to take my
chances and try out for the rhythm guitar spot. Packing a few
tasty licks of my own, I rocked my way into the band.
More gigs followed, more injuries
were sustained and so much beer was drank, there were rumors of
a shortage. There's still no women, but rarely a dull moment.
To contact Kuba: ted_rocks@hotmail.com
To contact Linda (web creator): lindas@direct.ca
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