Drew Demaio is thee coolest, hard rockingest, spectacular fiend on the six string that this chap has ever seen. His wardrobe and death metal meets disco attitude make this cat one rare beast. I remember seeing this almost superstar on stage when an almost bad occurence went down. It goes like this...Argentina was working up some kind of wonderful at the Penis Rinkle when this guy who was a few fries short of a happy meal and a few drinks past sober began to cause some trouble in the joint. He was hitting on this cute little lassy. When I say hitting, I don't mean flirting, rather WWF sweaty hand flying chops. Drew immediately stopped the show, instructed the spotlighter to shine the spot light on the bad man, and scolded him right there in front of everybody. The man held his head down low, the crowd went ape shit, and Drew landed that grateful little lassy at the end of the show. My life has been much better since that night when I saw the not late but great Drew Demaio strum the six string.