Well, we rehearse in a barn in Bucks County PA. I sing because no one listens to poetry anymore and I didn’t want to write greeting cards. I want to bring music to the people. I want to change the way people think. I want to ramble on and on and on about nothing. But anyway….
I’m Eric Hammer and I endorse this message. I eat tons of yogurt and smoke incessantly. I am a hypocrite.
The guy on bass is Justin. He’s cool in my book. He lives to surf and plays bass to live. He used to live like three houses down from me between us was an Australian guy named Aussie Bob who does odd jobs and a drycleaners.
The one playing drums is Zak. He builds things like basses and TV cabinets. I met him at a coffee shop. He lived upstairs and we’d play bass and drums in his apartment. I saw him get all MacGyver on his 2005 VW. He had the transmission in a bunch of pieces and the car runs again. I’d call that shit genius.
