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NAME: johnny phatt....if i've had enough beers in me then it's johnny flat. you may hear rick green refer to me as phattman...you may hear timmie refer to me as slick or stinky. you may hear goosey call me mr. phatt which i think the rest of the band should do as well. sometimes i go by the name six gunns hamlet (thanks Riley...i still remember that one). just don't call me jonathan and don't call me surely. POSITION IN BAND: again, with enough beers in me...prone....oh and i play bass. FAVORITE DRINK: haven't guess yet? ding ding ding...if you said beer your correct!....let's see what we have for 'em johnny...oh look it's a one way trip to who gives a shit. PET PEEVES: 1) the drive home from a shitty gig. 2) making stupid mistakes because someone in the crowd thought it would be a great time for a full lenth discussion about judas priest in the middle of a song i'm playing or maybe they just really needed a shout out for their friend's birthday so bad that the hunk of wood i'm holding in my hand becomes a mirage to them. i'd like to think i make it look so easy to play bass, that they feel it ok to chat about george bush's foreign aid policies while i'm playing and singing back-ups, but unfortunately i can't believe that. believe it or not it does require some concentration....if you want to interupt me while playing and cause me to make a mistake....at least wait until we're playing jesse's girl. 3) i hate when i'm at a convienience store or anywhere for that matter and i say hi or thank you or whatever the polite thing to say is at the time to the cashier and i get absolutely no response. F#*! you then. 4) i'm disturbed by lame power chord rock music.....if you look or sound like creed, nickelback, disturbed, or 3 doors down...i'm already asleep. doesn't anyone write melodies anymore? i rack my brain at home trying to write melodies all the time just to turn on the radio and hear that stuff getting 30 to 40 spins a week. oh and being in pain has become cliche anymore in lyrics... just ask lincoln park. life is rough get a helmut. of course how rough could life be after they've sold muti-platinum records. someone give them a hug...they need it. i'd like to hear something a little more upbeat for a change. something positive! i listen to music to be inspired and have hope...not to hear how screwed up you are too! it is possible to rock and still be happy for god's sake. 5) being peeved about anything.....i wish i wasn't bothered by as many things as i am but i guess as i accomplish more things in my life, i'll worry less about the little stuff. FAVORITE MUSICIAN: normally i'd say the usuals....coldplay, incubus, foo fighters, radiohead, dave matthews band, zepplin, sting (police), peter gabriel, elvis costello, jimi's chicken shack, my boys in steamroller picnic, stevie wonder, prince, beatles, U2 and anyone else who makes me feel something from what they are doing no matter what the genre of music is......but as i get older and i start to see what's really important about sharing music with friends and strangers alike......the real answer to that question is joe, bryen, harry and timmie. they are by far my favorite musicians. DURING THE DAY I... recently started doing various home improvement jobs with a partner...painting, drywall, light fixtures whatever....i've been learning alot. ON MY NIGHTS OFF I... fight crime in the streets of philly....i have a a secret identity....yes, i'm batman! A FEW THOUGHTS: well, it's been ten years as a member of mr. greengenes and i guess now i'm in a place where i look back and think, was it worth it? i've struggled with the idea that i've missed out on as much as i've gained. being out on the road and traveling alot makes you miss alot of things but you gain alot of friends and certainly aquire a great deal of crazy stories and experience things most people could only imagine. i mean, hey it's great to be paid for playing music so i don't mean to sound spoiled. we have been fortunate....if not for this experience i would never have known the feeling of walking into the ocean drive in sea isle city for a gig and feeling completely at home...as if being taken in by a close family to be one of their own. nor would i have enjoyed the pride i would feel after bringing in a really good crowd for joe rufo at brownies 23 east. and how in the world could i have ever truly felt like a rock star for a night if not for the paddock in ocean city maryland, who's enthusiasum for what we do is relentless and unbeatable. these are the things that have kept us going over the years amidst the trash talk we've endured for being "a stupid cover band". the way i see it, thousands and thousands of people over the past ten years have come to our show, after working their asses off all week, and left our show feeling a little lighter on their feet. they know we did our best to help them leave their work and stress behind, at least for a little while, so that they could kick back a beer and laugh and sing along. there may have been sadness behind our smiles at times...the times when our short comings didn't pan out the way we wanted them to due to sound problems or silly miscues or writing misadventures. but all in all, we got off when you the people got off. simple as that. cheers to all of you who stuck around our little group for awhile and shared a smile. it's because of you all that is WAS worth it. Peace...,