MEMBER INFO
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MEMBER INFO |
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Anders E. |
Anders E. had a very normal childhood, other
than being raised by ninjas. He received his first bass at the age of three
months, and immediatly showed great promise on the instrument. People would
gather from all around to hear him bust out his amazing grooves, the likes
of which no one had ever heard before. School days were tough on the young Anders, he would have to beat off the women with a stick. All the girls in his school wanted him because of his amazing skill. Being so pained by this he spent most of his time practicing and achieving God-like levels of bass playing abilities. In High School Anders E. met CJ H and J. Ake, getting a feeling he went out on a limb and started a band with them. After serious thought they named the glorious new band EXPLOSIONS!!! and women love them. |
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CJ H |
i iz CJ H, and i play da droomz, in are
band we practize, alot and sumtims, i evan got to do a, soalo i waz rased
bi a boncha monkeis in, da forrest they, waz nise to me we, yuzed to eet bonanas,
and sumtims barys i luv thoos, monkeis on tim they gaav me: a stik and sum
sculs of are enamys so i startd ponding, on dem it wuz, grat, i did sum rely
neet, rithems den on dey sum goys cam frum a sirkus
or, sumting and tuk my frendz away so i desydd; to
moov, to amarika with them so i culd mak, aliving as a dromur
so i practisd alot and wont to skool datz were i met the anderz and, jak,
theere reely goot muzisians and now, we is all
in a azum band! |
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J. Ake |
Greetings, I am Jacob, but these Godless heathens
often times call me Jake, or even J. Ake, as this website advertises. I was
born and raised in the British Isles, as all respectable men are, but as time
went on I decided that it just might be a good idea to move to the United
States. What a fool I was then, you know? Well, as it turns out the U.S. is a (censored) hole, all of it. And in the miserable place they call high school (what a wonderful metaphor for the idiotic decadence that is America) I came across (I do not wish to speak of them in a pejorative manner, but it's the only way I can describe either of them) one babbling idiot and one ninja. Having no other friends at the time I befriended them. As I came to understand it the both of them were musicians. I, myself, having played classical guitar for the past 16 years, decided that I should perhaps start a band with them. I did, and my God, what a mistake that was. The one, Cecil, his name is, simply pounds on things with all his might, and Anders, my God, that boy has no sense of rythmn what so ever. But, alas, I am stuck with the fools, and may just be for a long time to come. |
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