Hero’s for Hire

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Booking contact: Charles Diamond

charles.diamond@huskymail.uconn.edu



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Last year I (Charles Diamond) took a trip to northern France. There I witnessed a sorry looking duo. Zak and Dave. The two were homeless and jobless. To earn money Zak would shine shoes and Dave became a prostitute (mainly for men) They both were always looking for something better in their lives. They knew they were on this blue earth for a reason. I saw the sparkle in their eyes. I knew they wanted to be something so I thought I would create an opportunity for them. I offered them both a trade, drums and bass. Then told them if they moved back to the U.S.A with me I would teach them English and pay their wages in cocoa oil as they were both very fascinated by it. I built them a hut behind my parents house and off we went practicing and playing, finally we needed a name. So one night as we laid outside under the stars Dave spoke in the limited English he knew and said, "Three Men And A DrumKit!" I thought neat-o gang that will be our name. From thence forth we were known as, "Three Men And A DrumKit" as we bolted out disco music. Yes, my friends we got our start in this business playing disco and dressing in tight leather, however after only being able to get gigs at gay bars and high school reunions we decided to change styles, After all we like girls so we needed a change. That's when punk rock came in and blew us away. It just came to us naturally. Yet our name didn't stand out. We needed something Jazzy, something that said oh look at those three boys! Zak came up with our name. It was originally 'Highway for Heroes", then Zak ever scrambling for better names came up with the present which we all liked. As Zak became more educated he became really good at drawing weird objects. Naked people, butts, juniper trees. This led Zak to pursue a career in art. We needed a drummer. I knew a guy, once I threw a purple nerd into his eye and his whole eye turned purple, then he stapled my arm. After a gang like initiation where Dave and I stripped him down threw prunes at him and made him rob a CVS for tampons we happily welcomed him into the band and Vince was born. Vince and I had been friends since middle school. We went to all the dances together because we couldn't get any girls to go with us. In my javelin days on the track team I got a surprise. All I heard was, "Hey Charlie!" then Vince threw a chair out of the second story library window at our high school. For our senior prank we planned to unleash thousands of crickets in the auditorium right before finals so there would be tons of crickets making noise while we were all testing. The plan went a little sour. First, we only ended up getting either 100 or 500 crickets. Then a couple people backed out, namely myself and my other friend. But Vince ever against the institution went through with the plan, unleashed the crickets and got out fast. However, no one realized we got crickets for fishing which apparently make no noise at all. Plus the dude with Vince just walked in with the bow and left it so people knew who brought the crickets in. Needless to say at graduation there were tons of dead crickets all throughout the seats! Hey guys, Leave a comment or send a message, i love hearing from you. Also, I am on quite a bit so I will get back to you. Sca-nep-didy!



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