ADD/C

Add/c fought there way up to the top from humble beginnings. Grady emerged from a book on the back shelf of Grumpy's in 1982. After destroying a forest green Ibanez in the Gary Coleman Orchestra, he moved his fingers back to his primary instrument; the bass. But, after all the hooking and one finger chicken necking, he found that the banjo is a much deeper temptress than could ever be imagined. Cole Champion. What can be said about a man who never had to take on a psudonym, only had to embrace his own name. The beat goes on. From his early days with the unforgettable Hobbits, to his more recent beats in the world music scene, Cole has and will remain a champion of the skins. Together, these two men forged a relationship called the Muffin Brothers. With a beat so solid, you couldn't help feel sorry for those squares who fear the communion of dance. The bootys not normally shaken will quiver with delight at the mere sight of the Muffin Brothers tuning up. Daniel grew up in a petri dish in Southeastern Tennessee. The world an unreal fantasy land where cops were brothers, and pot was a drug. Where no one dies, yet all are working with the play dough of death. Growing up in a shoebox behind a Big Lots, Daniel survived mostly on E-Z Cheese and broken christmas ornaments. With their powers combined, they could no longer take the mundane challanges of school, but instead had to strike out on their own as ADD/C. A name with the deepest of meanings to convey the deepest of intentions. Must we quote the horse's mouth? "Just one more burrito." -captain.