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Ted Peacock, Drums, Percussion & Vocals

As a kid, I remember seeing my next door neighbour - this guy with a Keith Richards look - carrying an electric guitar into his house. I used to practice drums in my bedroom and not only did they shake the whole house, but it used to drive all the other neighbours crazy. Funny thing was that they'd call Gilbert - the Keith Richards looking guy - to complain. A year or so later when I bought his band's 45rpm single I found out that they were going to play at my grade school graduation. That night was one of the first times I'd experienced a live punk band. To this day, I remember that singer as one of the funnest lunatics I've ever seen on stage.

After high school, I end up joining a post-punk-groove-band called Suffer Machine and it turned out that the same crazy guy was the singer, and he still went berserk on stage. The first show I played with them he was so wound up I hyperventilated in the middle of the set - almost passed out. We share a fascination for roots reggae and American R&B tunes. In my senior year I shared a smoke with the keyboard player outside our high school. When I first approached him he looked like a composer hunched over a Sony Walkman listening to the band's latest mixes. He'd create these wild minimalist keyboard grooves that inspired the band's songs. Finally, though I didn't know him that well, I grew up around the corner from the band's bass player. As a young grade school kid, Greg was one of the first persons - obviously not the last - to tell me to f!@#-off - strange I'd remember that. Anyway, it turns out that he's a good Egg and the heart of the band's funk. There's a lesson in there somewhere.

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