I don't know what we call ourselves. Rather, I know what we don't. We are definitely not named Foolkiller, the band name I fell in love with but our bassist fell into something like the opposite of love... So I traded learning Crazy Train for not trying to name us Foolkiller, as in I shouldn't even be telling you this for fear she'll go on strike or at least decide not to learn the bass part for Crazy Train.

Caveat emptor (would make a band name itself): This video is taken with a Canon Powershot set on Jamie's computer monitor. It's a crappy condenser mic and the monitors for the vocals are pointed back at the band so you can barely hear the vocals. Dan taped the drums to mute them but the whole mess is still louder than a roadside bomb. But, people keep asking me what kind of band and where do we play, so maybe this answers those questions. I'm highly self-critical so I tend to hear only the flaws, especially the ones made by the fat guy in the Hawaiian shirt, but here it is. On the plus side, we're much better than we once were, but maybe that's also in the minus column.