Although I’ve recently taken some umbrage with Darwins theory of evolution, years ago I quite agreed with the sentiment exemplified by the Dinosaurs, that eventually we all “wind up birds.”  That was probably the second reason we all chose our bands name.  But more over, all four of us really loved anything penned by Haruki Murakami.  Back in the mid aughts we four found ourselves creating a band mainly to satisfy our insatiable need for Rock.  Lex and Nat had a rock room on Salmon by Fred Meyer, making jamming 24/7 hard to resist.  We compiled some tunes and started playing shows in Portland proper.  Only a handful I can recall,  The Satyricon (graced moons prior by the likes of Nirvana), Kellys Olymian (downtown where the motor-bikers congregate),  a block party on SE Salmon and The Tonic Lounge (where once I dressed like Captain Jack Sparrow and embodied his spirit so much I was carried out fully asleep.)  We had some really great times.  Essentially we took turns being the front man  and crafting hymns (minus Nat, he always preferred to pull strings behind the scenes and his guitar licks voiced his persona).  Pete slayed rhythm guitar with a penchant for writing songs about robots in love and sex.  Lexy Lou was the blood beat pulse, pounding the pigskins like they owed her money.  And me, the baseman, at the time, ever clad in my homemade karate suit.  All but Nat sang where needed.  Although we never took it very far, our biggest claim to fame was landing two songs on the soundtrack for a documentary about a Portland rock camp for young girls.  I always felt a sense of pride imprinted along side the likes of Sleater Kinney.

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A live show at The Tonic circa 2006