Brian Stepien—The writer, the vocalist and lyricist. The wannabe poet. Always wanted or needed to sing out all of the crap that fills this head: the isolation, the observations, the home grown off-kilter dime store philosophy, the humor and hope.
Dale Schmitt—Our keyboard player. Piano, Wurlitzer, organ, horns, strings, bass, plus whatever effects we can dream up. He has lived his life surrounded by crate after crate of pop and rock records from the sixties and seventies.
Jim Monica—Our guitarist. Lead and rhythm. In the early days and once again at the time of this writing. His depth of style and substance continually grow. Just like his vinyl and guitar collections.
Mike Docy—The engineer. He is a scientist, an engineer, a multi-instrument musician. He hears things the rest of us cannot hear. We are forever grateful for this amazing ability.
George Hart—George was gracious enough to sit in on drums for our latest set of recordings. He worked tirelessly to come up with a solid, tight, fitting arrangement for each of the songs he was tasked with. We are humbled and grateful.