Band Bio

Set for a new airplane ride, they grab the nearest nozzle they can find and place ugly placards next to a backwater horse-hitch. “What, no milk?” cried the onlookers, impatiently discouraging a jumper and rubbing elbows with some fast-moving watermelon hucksters. “We’ve already paid the meter-maid!” A long, solemn parade of panty-waists interrupted the merriment with their clanging brass pipes, thrust heavily into the mix and dripping with magma from an age-old crevice, but still vibrant enough to sing the new melody with a crescendo croon.