THE DAMN LIARS

TIM'S A DAMN LIAR!

Tim was born in the back of a van of traveling circus clowns who,
unlike many of that time, refused to join a legitimate circus in favor
of random, often unwanted acts of clownery.  Acts were devised to
 be accomplished in under three minutes and in poor lighting. Tim
trained from a young age to work with dangerous gases, taming Neon
at the age of 12.  After featuring in alley ways and the back doors
of roadhouses scattered thru out the US, he eventually tired of
 the notoriously dangerous lifestyle of a terrorist clown.  He allowed
the authorities to catch him and while in jail, began growing roses
which are now among the worlds finest.  His latest strain which won
 first place at the international Rose Celebration Festival is
called ClownNose Red.

RAY'S A DAMN LIAR!

  Ray was born into the life of a Sherpa, shepherding wealthy clients on luxury excursions up Machu Picchu, Everest and the Marin headlands.  Known for his endurance and ability to make scones, Ray quickly became one of the most requested Sherpa's in the world.  But the end of his days as a famous Sherpa came on one unfortunate evening at base camp before climbing Everest for the 137th time.  For reasons still unknown, he attacked one of his wealthy clients and beat him to death with a spoon he had been using to serve clotted cream.  "The answer is always SEVEN!" was all he would say when later questioned.  He remained in jail until being sprung by a whiskey smuggler named Doug.

 DOUG'S A DAMN LIAR!
 
Doug was born a whisky smuggling man, who had fondness for wine which made some think he was soft.  Most of those men are dead now.  Doug, always known for his ability to charm folks into a calm submissive state, was actually the person who taught Cesar Millan everything he knows.  A Renaissance man, Doug excelled at every artistic pursuit, painting, music and especially, interpretive dance.  During one emotion laced performance that admonished the local government for not awarding top beer brewers a key to the city, he was unjustly arrested and jailed for inciting public riot. 

          In a holding tank in a remote section of the Chilean coastline, these four found each other.  Kim began to sing and Tim started playing a guitar he had fashioned from his days old underwear and shoe laces.  Ray joined in on a bass built out of plastic sporks.  Doug turned over a trash can and began to beat along.  In those fateful days before they were released from prison, they reworked classic blues and fondly held old rock tunes.  They talked about their stories from the road and on the run, and the music that had played all those days.  Reviving the sound of musicians in a room making music without machines, they found their sound; and now they are heading to your town.