Shown above is a rare moment of harmony for one of the South's most dissonant bands,

MEL AND THE PARTY HATS.

The wedding depicted above is an arranged one by the Turkish and Cambodian grandparents of myself and Mr. Seymour, the incredulous groom and drummer. Promises of an excellent financial merger have me (blush. bride) and Seymour momentarily convinced that a happy future is somehow possible, while the Best Man, Crow, grins at Mike in relief at having survived an atonal fugue I wrote for him to play on his toy piano for my bridal march.

Lucky was indeed so to have his face partially obscured by Chris' flamboyance, due to redness for Seymour and a smidgen of banana cream pie he rudely ate off the reception table before the event had started. At the reception he would continue to hide his face behind his bass guitar while furtively assimilating even more monkey meat. Now it is nopt Lucky, but Lucky Larry, whom we are lucky to have playing bass.

As in most psychological profiles, Chris (normally guitar boy) is masking his hatred of the inapproriateness of the short shirt with a show of bravado. That same day he would later protest loudly to me that only long gowns gave due honor to the bride, whereupon I told him that at my next wedding, he could pick out the weddingwear himself.

When we are not at such trumped up occasions, we are actively fighting and cursing at each other to and from all gigs, which currently are at clubs and some private parties in the South and Midwest.

More or less true facts:

We have played before 500,000 people.
We play everything from Ministry to Cyndi Lauper to the National Anthem.
The TIE SKIRT I actually wear onstage- in deference to my stockbroker career.
We are based in Nashville.
The band is known for its sharp menswear, particularly its sporty pants.

 

Mel