BIO: Erik rejected fathers attempt to get him to play guitar since age 6. Hands were to small I suppose. His sister got him in to "good" music, heard a band called Nirvana shit his pants. Found only other boy at grade school who liked Nirvana and other "good" bands. Living in the country sprawl, kids aren't hip to the jive you know. Sister wouldn't let Erik wear her foo fighters shirt, so in rebuttal told sister he wished Kurt KuVain was dead. She screamed and punched at boy revealing to the boy, the man had died 4 years ago, followed by "you little shit". Erik felt sad and ashamed and pouted like a little girl in his room, and then stole the shirt and proudly wore it to school the next morn. The news of his death intrigued little Erik to find out more about this Covain fellow, asked mother and grandmother about the man, they sad he was a stupid herion drug attic. I was pissed, but unfortunately I suppose he was all those things at some point.
Cole and Erik became friends. After school when no one was home they'd secretively slam sodas and smoke bacon egg sandwiches. Erik began learning guitar at a neck breaking speed only a snail on a skillet could compete with. Faked sick alot to learn more, then teach his wisdom with his buddy Cole.
In High school Erik and Cole were the cream of the crop, actually the only crop at the school, since the punks had all graduate with Eriks sister and fled to Milwaukee. They formed Emulov, (Volume spelled backwards), and wrote really horrible songs, Erik kicked Cole out, Feeling he could accomplish much more horrible shit with out him. ERik and Cole refused to fuck eachother anymore, and as the fucking stopped so did their friendship.
They both moved to milwaukee, Cole began telling kids on campus what a fag ERik was, So in rebuttal Erik sucked off the entire Milwaukee hockey team, not that theirs anything wrong with that. Erik became a jock and scored almost every game winning touchdown for the milwaukee panthers football team, along with breaking absolutely positively every record conceivable,and still managed to ace all of his Art courses. Cole went on to become know on campus as ColeSore, for obvious reasons, there was no barn yard animal he wouldn't take out to eat at least twice. Erik got sick of ruling at college and sports, and was sick of all the attention he was getting for being so god damn good at life so he dropped out of college, and art, and didn't get a job and drank alot and started writting his own songs again.
Later cole and Erik buried the hatchet and began playing video games again together. At last the two highschool sweat hearts were together again. Erik was looking to start a band with his new songs, and asked cole whom never really played drums before, to well, play drums. SO he agreed, and began practicing feverishly sorta, and became know as the Cigarette Burns, played one show and decided they needed a bassist. This guy named steve doe said, "me me me me me, let me, please please, I love you lots". And we decided we loved him, even just a little more than he loved himself. So we started practice as a trio. Sparks flew. magic. or some shit.
One problem they needed a name, Steve suggested BERMUDA SQUARES, and was temporarily kicked of the band. Later, late one night, Erik was mumbling some shit to himself in his basement while playing guitar, "mead du lectric, I mob kissed a wing, bed on a arrival , i am a hidus," Which after an hour or so turned into, "head on electric, I don't miss a thing, dead on arrival, I am an idiot, odor, order" the song would be named HEAD ON ELECTRIC. Later changed by Erik for no god damn good reason to "Odor of an EXORCIST" later released on their first cassette recording entitled OBSCURE LOADED SPRING WATER. (25 copies sold WORLD WIDE!!!! BABY!!!) .
So they became head on electric, and in short have played a lot of shows in the last three years in Milwaukee, only going on tour once for 3 days, and releasing really bad recordings that some how get fucked up and really piss Erik off. But fear not the worst is behind them. And now enjoy their shared rel estate up in the mountains of Milwaukee looking down on were they once dwelled. And I bet you are wondering how the story ends, well some things just write themselves, some things just write themselves, as for Cole and Erik they still steal passionate kisses under the mood lite stage and fuck until their putrid warted organs gasp a gentle "stop god damn it stop, fuck did you remember to pay this months rent or last months, and when the hell are you going to put some damn food on the table, my food stamps ran out again, and dish washing is breaking my back they got me working doubles, and i still can't afford a flipping amp you selfish prick you," while their once lover Steve cringes with envy. Remember even a hermit knows the color of his own shell.
THE END........
complete novel due to hit your local stores January 2012
sincerely not joking
LEROY
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Hope the day is treating you well. Just wanted to let ya know that the CLOWNS vs. NINJAS music video is up now!!( for our song YOU GOT IT) ,,,a pit fight between clowns and ninjas...set to music? To view the short version, please go to our myspace, clownsvsninjas.com, or YOUTUBE. This is a completely independent music video filmed and funded by us, our good pals at Pitch Films, and a few great friends. The full 10 min thriller version is also available for purchase and includes the new EP in one package. Also, brand new tunes on the playa. Hope ya dig it, and if you do, please pass on to a friend.
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