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So who the hell are we?
-= Greg Wells | Vocals (and other assorted noises)
Greg was told as a young teenager that his singing sounded like a dog getting kicked in the junk. For a few years, he believed that. A drama teacher wanted him to try out for Godspell and dragged him into the choir teacher kicking and screaming. He got three solos in that show, went on to sing with two different bands in high school, and hasn’t shut the hell up since. He spent an entire semester in college as a voice major, only to discover that music theory is really hard and music isn’t fun when it’s really hard. So he joined the army.
Ten years later, a friend was looking for a singer to help with his original music. Greg remembered that his singing voice didn’t actually sound like a llama in heat and thus “Where’s Joe?” was born. Fast forward a few more years and Greg owns five guitars (tho he really only plays two—and those not very well—and can in no way justify owning more than one); has helped run “The Santa Cause,” a nonprofit organization that leveraged musicians to raise money for children’s charities, as well as recorded songs for Santa Cause CDs; written a boatload of original music that he doesn’t perform anymore; and is now praying for people to not notice how old he’s gotten while he belts out cover tunes and turns up the distortion on his guitar so you can’t hear his mistakes (in those rare moments he’s allowed to play it). He yearns for the old days in high school when the freshmen wannabe-groupie girls were screaming like Beatles fans in the front row during the talent shows… or at least that’s how he remembers it.
-= Chris Moreau | Guitar, Vocals and Cabinet Building
Chris is a really nice guy but the ladies love him regardless. Why? Let’s just say it has to do with his size 14 shoes.
-= Bob Braddock | Bass, Vocals and Basement
Bob has been playing guitar since he was 13 years old. Over the past 27 years, he intended to take lessons. Life got in the way.
Born a bastard child of rock and roll—equal parts Otis Redding, Husker Du, and Bruce Springsteen—he heard the calling to play bass while still a young lad at college. He rounded out the sound (and smell) of Virginia Tech’s finest punk-blues-pop band, The Bad Tequila Experience. Years of playing in soggy bars and fetid basements honed Bob’s bass skills, while slowly whittling away at his auditory canals.
Following graduation, Bob teamed up with former roomate, hetero lifemate, and guitarist extraordinaire, Chris Moreau. The lineup changed as often as the name of the band. Eventually, Brian Nichols walked (strolled…strutted) into their lives. The band of fellows became HipCheck, and they were soon the toast of town. Or maybe the croissant. Possibly the english muffin. Who knows.
Today, Bob is still holding down that thumping bass line; still missing those notes in the middle that nobody can hear; still wondering when he can break into the slap-and-pop solo that will make the ladies swoon.
Also, he’s married with two kids. His greatest desire is to have a family metal band.
-=Henry Gentenaar | Drums and Renewable Energy
Henry Gentenaar was born on an airliner as it made its decent into Chicago’s O’Hare in the early autumn of 1965. His mother’s last pre-natal meal was Scotch whisky and Oreos. giving her kid a lifelong and unquenchable thirst for decadence. At age 10, he chose not to become a musician and started playing the drums as a form of personal exorcism. He laughs uncontrollably at the word “monkey”. Classified as “numerically dyslexic” by his junior high football coach, Henry relies on his little dog Milo to do his taxes, but draws the line at Milo’s suggestion that the dog be given power of attorney. Henry’s first word was “thpppppp”, his favorite food is rhubarb and he likes playing the drumset because counting to four over and over again isn’t that hard. Henry thinks Paris, Texas is overrated, but Paris, France to be quite nice, and Paris Hilton to be the best of all. Henry’s family motto is “Champagne and Hot Dogs”. His earlobes are attached, his wardrobe is eclectic and his drumming isn’t half bad.
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