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Jeff
T. (Mr. T), Bass (that low end whummpy thang), vocals
Day job:
Purchase big, expensive toys. Seriously.
First job: Deep-frying French fries (and grasshoppers
-- don't go there after hours).
Birthday: Doesn't matter, as long as there's
chocolate cake.
First gig: Rising bubbles in the bathtub (very
talented at age two).
Books: I hear libraries have those.
Movie: Any, as long as there's popcorn...and
soda...and milk duds...and Mike & Ikes...and...
Likes: Free nights with my wife...paid nights
with Boo the Band!
How late does the band usually play?: About
half a beat behind the drummer.
How do you get a guitar player to turn down the volume?:
Put sheet music in front of him.
Dislikes: Putting the motorcycle away for the
winter.
Food: Anything barbequed on the grill.
Beverage: 50/50...sometimes even 60/40...on
wild nights, 70/30!
When not playing: Juggling life, enjoying life.
Philosophy: Avoid doing stupid things when
a camera is around. But when it's not...
Color: All 64 (in my box of Crayolas). But
I hate doing grass and sky; tips get way bent over and you gotta
peel away the paper.
Season: Football.
Claim to fame: Playing at Summerfest, on the
same stage where Tom Petty played (2 years earlier).
Brush with greatness: Actually, I use toothpaste.
Enjoy: Strategically placed whipped cream.
Embarrassing moment: Orange soda coming out
of my nose in front of my best friend's new girlfriend.
Burning question: Why is there an expiration
date on sour cream?
Prison time served: None (I know three good
lawyers...and they know me!).
Car: Yes. (It beats carrying my amp on my back.)
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