The Strangely Possibles

ck who, with two short words, kept the band chuckling through the night. From his wardrobe of loops, kits, and dozens of strange toys, the one-man rhythm department was a slave driver for precision while graciously shepherding a sometimes-wayward leader. Then young Romeo, the cellist, who smelled like ci******es and dirty laundry, would usually nail something wonderfully righteous on the first take. The singer is something like an optimistic orphan taking a group of expert mountain guides on a trek without a map. Since age 12, he grew his head with wah-wah pedals, udu drums, orchestra swells & countermelodies. The other band members were surprised, yet inevitably turned on by his barrage of arrangement ideas. Dig ~ Fall of 2016

What Really Happened ~ Fall of 2015

Junkyard Stew ~ Fall of 2012

This Word ~ Spring of 2007