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          | well, here's how it goes... tim and rob were in this class at Millikin University called Intro to the Music Industry (it's the opening course to the commercial music degree)... they always sat in the back of the class cause they're bad kids and they weren't into country or top 40 pop like everyone else in the class... rob was a drummer, tim was a sax player, but he wanted to start a punk band, and they both agreed that it'd be cool to do something band-wise together... that said, they did absolutely nothing about it for a year and a half... anyways, a year later, tim's at this rave...he's talking to another sax player when this other sax player's housemate pete starts talking to tim about hello kitty's fiesta of death (long story short, tim's punk as fuck radio show)... pete's a bass player (tim always thought he was a jazzer, not a punker), and they start talking about bands and have plenty in common, so they decide that it would be a good idea to start a ska band together... of course, they do absolutely nothing about it for another six months... anyway, in about february of '99, tim calls rob and pete and they have their first practice... they learn about four originals and some covers, and practice again the next week...how great, we've got a band... then they don't practice for another two months or so... around spring break, we decided that the way to go was to just set up a show, this way we'd say, "oh shit, we have to perform, we'd better fucking practice," and hey, it worked... every time tim called pete about practice, pete would say, "when are the horns coming?" truth is, tim had no horns, much less any horn parts written, he was worried enough about getting three guys' schedules to work together much less five or more... a week before their first show, tim called scott and marcus (friends of his from jazz band) and asked them to play some horns with his band... i don't remember how, but mike kemery found out about us too, and he's a ska little dude, i mean an embodiment of ska, like our bosstone or something, and next thing i knew he was dancing around and playing with us too... then we needed a name... nobody could think of anything good, so tim suggested sheldon's right foot (another long story short- tim and scott had played in the horn section of a pop/rock band on campus...the drummer's name was sheldon...the bass player sucked and had no feel and therefore was told to listen only to "sheldon's right foot"... got it?)... the name kind of stuck (other names suggested over the next year or so?- motley crue road whore, not just for whitey, the monkey bars, gee whillickers...) and that's about where we are now...oh yeah! then there's erik. i don't know where the hell he came from. he just gave me those puppy dog eyes of his and damn, that's all it took. ok, so here's where things are now... pete moved to maine. so we have a new bass player named brad hofbauer. he'll be good. he's a student at millikin, too. tim's not in school anymore though, he now works for high voltage software, writing music for video games. rob does some kind of marketing or selling or something for coca cola down in decatur. kemery didn't really want to be in the band anymore, and we didn't really want him in the band either, considering that he told lots of people how we broke up when he didn't, so it was kind of a mutual goodbye. haven't talked to him about it much, but i hope everything's still cool between us. marcus, scott, and erik are all pretty much the same. |