Gordon Evans - Vocals & Words,
Jason Tribiano - Guitars, as well as music writer for all the tunes, and all things instrument related on "Limited Sight Distance" and "Venice",
Kevin "Big Murr" Murray - Bass,
Eddie "Speed", "YO BALLS. . ." Venturella(Original & People's Choice Hands Down Favorite Drummer) - Drums "Losing Myself", "Nothing 4 Me", "Judgement Day" and "Kill Myself(1992 version)
Johnny Cap - (2nd Drummer and longest lasting) - Drums "The Incisive Sanctuality of Maladaptive Reality" & "Rainy Night",
Vinny - Drums(for about a month) on "I Want to Kill Myself Studio Jam April 06",
Also we had Mark McQuillan on Bass near the end and Big Murr moved over to drums. Then of course there was my good friend Phil "Costello" Guastella on drums for a couple of insane gigs.
Richie Cunzo- Bass - "The Mossad" & all things to come.
Influences
More than one's fair share of inner angst and tumult
Sounds Like
someone who probably couldve used a hug and maybe some singing lessons
In December of 1991, Jay, Big Murr, Speed & Myself grabbed some heinekens and road sodas and jammed for the first time. 4 months later we played our first gig at the Red Spot on Staten Island in April of 1992.
For the next 2 years we played various bars and venues in manhattan, staten island, & new jersey. we had some memorable gigs: CBGBs - we learned the importance of plugging in bass amps; The Roseland - we proved to the venue's bouncers and personnel if you r gonna shorten our set u r gonna get into a fight; SRO - a table will break your fall; The Halloween gig at the Choir Loft - Now that was a PARTY!; Jack the Ripper - too many yards of guinness will provide disasterous results; and the Speak Easy taught us we could really blow the roof off of a place.
During this time we also met a rather wealthy record producer, who said he liked our style. He compared my vocalizing to spakespearen rap and said he digged our sound. he said we'd hear from him . . . hey lew u can reach us at neckbox@yahoo.com.
well, drummers came and went, we tried a few different things and sadly The Uninvited met an untimely end circa Spring 1994.
Fast forward 12 years and here we r today.
in April, Jay, Big Murr & Myself got together with our new drummer Vinny and hit the studio and started jamming the old tunes.
hopefully, we'll get in the studio enough to throw a little 30 minute set together and play a gig or two. its not looking too good at the moment, but i'm hopeful.
so until then stay tuned.
january 2007 - ED is BACK, we jammed and here we come!
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Dinner was very nice. And perhaps despite the incessant wheezing I enjoyed listening to Jerry wax resplendent about being kicked out of military school because of the wooden stage he built on the edge of a fake cliff. We lunched to an unconscionable hour and then polled yay or nay on eating until breakfast. The decision was formidable because by meal's end Mustafio was stuffed worse than a barrister who had not yet taken full silk.
I held an after hours staff meeting at the local Moose Pal to delegate responsibilities during my holiday and engender excitement for the campaign next season and its attendant network wide roadblocking, but also as an opportunity to go halfies on the prime rib by a group portrait of the door. I of course would dine later in solitude. Because you know, the good will goes further than you can imagine. I do enjoy the larger forks as an addendum to my baroque wristwatch, a good waiter, and the meat was sprinkled reliably with Accent. But to my chagrin, while the staff settled to dine I tapped my pencil repeatedly to get Stacey’s attention. The girl kept missing her aim, dropping what was held. A disinfectant was called in, nor did I let her laugh or forget. I told both of them to play nice until I may frown upon any rain carrying equipment upon my return. Mildred was reprimanded with a swollen sunny cow on principle, but I added that she may butter Mustafio up at the table but the fold up trees will be said backwards and not to expect free delivery this week since maintenance has progressed cost effectively. Even though I’m gone, I’ll be checking in daily. The girls are not off the hook.
I held an after hours staff meeting at the local Moose Pal to delegate responsibilities during my holiday and engender excitement for the campaign next season and its attendant network wide roadblocking, but also as an opportunity to go halfies on the prime rib by a group portrait of the door. I of course would dine later in solitude. Because you know, the good will goes further than you can imagine. I do enjoy the larger forks as an addendum to my baroque wristwatch, a good waiter, and the meat was sprinkled reliably with Accent. But to my chagrin, while the staff settled to dine I tapped my pencil repeatedly to get Stacey’s attention. The girl kept missing her aim, dropping what was held. A disinfectant was called in, nor did I let her laugh or forget. I told both of them to play nice until I may frown upon any rain carrying equipment upon my return. Mildred was reprimanded with a swollen sunny cow on principle, but I added that she may butter Mustafio up at the table but the fold up trees will be said backwards and not to expect free delivery this week since maintenance has progressed cost effectively. Even though I’m gone, I’ll be checking in daily. The girls are not off the hook.
A crevice in the banana concerned blot me a cake no fight me now five or dime for string along per none for not so that's a lot to go for lazy candy. It's a shoulder with a crew-cut white sandy beach reptilian shark-stone that's not what you get. Sorry, again.
