I played the bass guitar in this band. Here is what I think I forgot to remember to forget: *We were together for a couple of months in spring of 1989. *We never had a set of any more than 6 songs to play. *We played two shows--a house party and a benefit for Guatemalan indians at the Hogsbreath or whatever the Hogsbreath space was known as at the time. *We covered "Ziggy Stardust" and---don't ask--"Wild Thing" (not as well as Mutley Chix did). *I'm not sure I ever knew our guitarist or singers last names or how I ended up in a band with them, though I remember them both as pleasant, talented gentlemen. Steve had longish tangled blonde hair and was a skater/surfer, I recall, as was Jim, who had short dark hair (I think). I cannot remember anything about our originals. I don't think I bothered taping either of our shows. I'm pretty sure I didn't help compose anything. Now *this* is first-hand historical memory at its finest, I know. Strangely, it felt helpful and like tying the skeins of my own life into something useful to even try to remember this, or, given how little I remember about this series of episodes in my life, that the name of this band .(contributed by Karin, derived from the incredibly wonderful Poe story "Xing the Paragrab" which you should all go out and read right now) is here in mankind's greatest store of fuzzy memories. The greatest contribution of this site is the irony that, as it attempts to solidfy memory, it never fails to confront me with the essential useless evanescence of my time so far on Earth (or in Gainesville).

Although I'm not a writer like Brian, I had to add to his list of memories. We played a surf party, for which Brian performed the majority of, lying flat on his back on the living room floor. I believe my mother was at that show.