-Noah: We have been together since sometime in Feb. or Jan. of two-thousand, and we still only have written seven songs or so. We do weddings and barmitzfas upon request (we have had no requests).
-WCWZ: Describe your sound using words that begin with “F”. (he loses 3 points here because he didn’t use fuck)
-Noah: Fascinating, fonderful, filly, foud, fast (sometimes), fee-fi-foe-fum. We're not emo but we're lots of fun, hey!
-WCWZ: I heard your drummer is a cocaine abuser. Is there any truth to this?
-Noah: John does not use cocaine. Where the fuck are you getting your information?
-WCWZ: Some kid that started an electrical fire in my pants.
-Noah: Well, you should obviously find a better source because the Mr. know-it-all who told you that was out of his/her boundaries. TO THE PUBLIC: John E. Biehl, drummer for Awol, is not using cocaine anymore. Stay out of our lives. We have feelings to you know. How would you feel knowing that you're constantly under a microscope? Huh? Huh?
-WCWZ: Tell me about all the lineup switches and shit like that that shits on the fuck of every fucked up thing.
-Noah: Eric Kline started out with us, but he smoked pot seven days a week and abused children. Then we had no one for a long time. Then Corry Manning came up from VA to play with us for a while, but John's mom kicked him out of the house. Then Jerry Miller filled in, but he couldn't tie his shoes, then Nat of The Daytonas made a little time, but he got clamidia and died. Finally, straight out of hell and into John's basement, we have been blessed by the good Satan himself. Dooks does a fine job and we like him.
-WCWZ: How do you make your hits?
-Noah: I usually get a melody in my head after my mom yells at me and I go and write a rebellious poem to it. Then I go over to Joe's house and sing it to him in French, and since we watch a lot of kids in the hall he understands me, but it takes him a while. He finally finds chords to accommodate my nonsense, and then we go over to John's and I piss him off by pretending to play guitar when Joe's playing and banging on my chest to show him the beat I want.
-WCWZ: Name some other Elmhurst bands that you like.
-Noah: I have taken a liking to White Chocolate, and that's not a joke! Now there are some people out there that will think that I'm totally joking by saying this (those fuckers), but they're the same people you see out there everyday, on the streets of Elmhurst and Villa Park, that ain’t doin' shit but talkin' - man, people are dyin' and they're just talkin'.....psshhh!
-WCWZ: I know that you have been busted for drugs and have done some time. Do you think the punishment fit the crime?
-Noah: For the record, I'm only answering this question because I know that you don't want to fuck me in the ass. This could be long, ready? Are you ready, are you ready, are you ready? I think the punishment was in fact fit for the crime because I was selling LSD to the police, and anyone who is dumb enough to sell LSD period, let alone to a cop dressed like a college student, is fucking retarded. I was really fucking my brains out with drugs. I had been since I was twelve. Listen people, LSD can seriously mess with a person's life. I have seen it. Basically, LSD is a trend, and this is why we have such repercussions. What I mean is not many people are out there on a spiritual quest to see God or something like that. What validity that could hold, I don't know, but kids just take the shit because they heard it might be cool, so in turn the mayor doesn't want his daughter to become a vegetable so, wa-la, they hand out eight year sentences like candy. I ratted some raver kid out and took boot camp.
-WCWZ: Any last words?
-Noah: Bless you, Ryan. No, seriously, I am a rock star, but I'm trying not to tell a lot of people right off the bat. It would be senseless. I wouldn't be able to go anywhere. I would hate it. In all actuality though, Awol will play at the World Music Theater if they ask us, and we would sell-out if anyone asked us also. Oh, and another thing, a friend of ours had his prostate tickled the other day when he went to the doctor. He told us during breakfast that he had been puking blood so he went for a check up. What I want to know is what the "hey!" does puking up blood have to do with your asshole. Shhhi.....these doctors.