We always wanted to live out our rock 'n' roll fantasies as a big hair band. Unfortunately, none of us had the locks to pull it off... until we found Grant. Even though he's the newest member of the band, he had no problems earning the coveted "Best Fro" Award from his veteran band mates. Good for you, Grant!

Actually, the real reason we have "Fro Boy" in the band is because his sister is hot - really hot!  Like even in a Kentucky kind of way!

B.J. was raised by a tribe of pygmies and grew up (figuratively speaking, of course, seeing as how he's only 4 feet tall) in the wilds of Northern Indiana. Early on, he was encouraged to take up piano lessons at age 5 and studied it for 10 years. Nearing adolescence, when most pianists were either beaten up or given swirlies, he took to a path that few ever dare... to become a drummer.

As the years passed, the he became educated in the fine art of drumming, went to college, got a degree in Music Business and moved to California. Despite having a day job, he still managed to perform regularly with local groups and eventually met Clay Colton. They were both looking for the same things in life: cheap women, free beer, and enough money just in case the first two eluded them. Upon the foundation of good music and with a mutual admiration for each other's talent, they struck a bond. And the rest, as they say, is history.

Guitar-shreddicus, Head-banginsum

Sergio was forged from molten guitar strings by the rock gods themselves upon the darkest face of Mt. Arpeggion.  He may be only a lad, but his knowledge of 80s rock lore puts even the most weathered roadies to shame.  Sergios talents for riffing and head-banging are excellent, but he also serves a much more important role in the band: cougar bait. 

Yes, lovely ladies—both young and old—cannot resist the allure of Serg's butt-clenching leather pants, flowing ebony locks, sleeveless souvenir band shirts and boyish charm.  Hell, even some of the guys can't help but stare. 

For the rest of band—most of whom are well beyond their prime—Sergio is the perfect wingman.

Ivories-Voice-Strings & Things

As his love for the ivories grew, so did his interest in keyboards, organs, and synthesizers.  So much so, that at one point in his musical journey he was labeled “the King of MIDI” because he performed live with 7 keyboards and synthesizers that all communicated to each other via Musical Instrument Digital Interface.  Realizing he really wasn’t Keith Emerson. David has toned it down to two boards (with splits to emulate the 7 he misses so).
David is a Sagittarius who loves long walks on the beach, the smell of orange blossom.
 
AMAZING DAVID TRIVIA: David recently released a compilation of original tunes.  The CD was recorded in the same studio in Nashville where The Outlaws (Willie Nelson/Waylon Jennings) recorded their award winning albums.  The songs were then mastered by two-time Grammy winning mastering engineer, Gavin Lurssen!

The Caveman

Bongo-beatin, harmonica-blowin', conga-slappin', flute-tootin', far happier than Happy Ron guy.

You may or may not be familiar with the ubiquitous "Happy Ron,"  a San Diego singing/songwriting/strumming icon who probably has all kinds of trademarks and copyrights applied to his name.  We figured we wouldn't have a ghost of a chance stealing and affixing the mood monikor to OUR OWN Ron, so we've upped the ante and baptized our bodacious badboy of bongo bashing with the label of "Jubilant."

And why shouldn't he be jubilant?  I mean, jeez, he and some other guys invented a friggin' machine that magically spits out pure oxygen from your plain-old, joe schmoe air.  If you didn't know, air is filled with a bunch of useless junk like nitrogen, carbon dioxide and argon (stupid argon).  So Ron basically saves peoples lives and pretty much makes the world a better place without all the complicated CPR crap.  That's there, folks, is something to be jubilant about.

Take that, original Happy Ron!  Our Ron is WAY better and happier!