We stole some gear from a pawn shop, stole some
riffs from various rock outfits, stole some clothes from a thrift
store, stole some booze, ripped off a two-bit drug dealer, and
then threatened a local club owner to give us a show, where we
ripped off a bunch of microphones and blamed it on the other band.
Now people know who we are, and they know not to fuck with us.
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...
Da Bone (aka Mark) 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 da Bones footwear
he decided to take his chances and try out for the rhythm guitar
spot. Packing a few tasty licks of his own, He rocked his way into
the band.
That lasted for a year or two, crime and the all-stars
team split TED up.
With Ted himself presumably missing in action since late '98.
Present Day...
Kuba showed up in Fort Garry and ran into Colin at
rink, He said had seen Ted and with them both being free agents
that they should get some beers and get the team back together.
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.