

Percussion
Born: 10/5/(Let's just say "before the rest of the band")
Place: Moses Lake, WA
It has always been said that Jeff was bitten by the drum bug before he could walk. Fortunately, he was able to recover from this without much permanent scarring.
In grade school, Jeff's parents noticed that he spent much of his time beating on various objects with his hands. After ruling out a serious behavioral problem, they decided to buy Jeff a snare drum and sign him up for the school band. From the start, his "boom, tap, tap" was flawless and even the instructor conceded that it couldn't have been played any better by any drummer alive. Unfortunately, the music called for "tap, boom, tap" and Jeff was summarily booted from the band.
Two days later, while hanging out, destitute, in the lower east side of the playground, Jeff met a guitarist named "Ned Flanders" and they agreed to start a jam band. Using a makeshift drum set consisting of his snare, a cardboard box, a pie tin and a snow goose, Jeff and Ned spent every waking hour honing their craft...and making the neighbors incredibly angry.
By junior high, their hard work paid off in the form of the now infamous "second floor rear deck concert" presented to a stunned and generally apathetic neighborhood. Amid the resurgence of behavioral problem rumors, Jeff continued to play drums. He played on and off (mostly off) for the next twenty years until, sadly, the effects of living down wind from the Hanford Nuclear Reservation took its toll and wiped out his short- and long-term memory.
Today, Jeff plays drums for Ludwig's Van, though he doesn't remember how he got the gig. And with his memory totally fried, he approaches every show like it is his first (and it sounds like it too).