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Kip Silvers

Kip Silvers

Ferd McDuff

Ferd McDuff

Bob Bones

Bob Bones

Joe Zep

Joe Zep

Joe FigNewton

Joe FigNewton

 

Steven Damato

What can a poor boy do
’cept to sing for a rock’n’roll band…

When trying to fill Mick’s shoes, one’s feet must move at blinding speed. We have yet to see a performance photo of Steve that isn’t slightly blurred from the constant motion… except for this one… it’s the only one! We had to look high and low for it…

Steve brings it every show. Every night.

Kip Silvers

I was born in a crossfire hurricane…

Ever since seeing a Kramer Guitar ad featuring John McEnroe and Vitas Gerulaitis, Kip has dreamt of being a tennis star. Wimbledon, Flushing Meadows…, he can almost taste it, but his name disqualifies him. You’ve never seen a professional tennis player named Kip, and Silvers of course is offensive to anyone (except people named Silvers who are in the market for Stones Clones tickets - Ed.)

Besides, they won’t let him bring his guitar onto the court.

It’s a bummer.

Speaking of guitar, he’s a super player, so while he may never realize his dream of pounding the clay at the French Open, at least the rest of us in the band are happy!

 
 

Ferd McDuff

She took my guitar and she began to play,
She sang a song to me, stuck right in my brain…

Ferd plays guitar… and ummm.... oh! and he loves cosines.

Actually, that last statement may not be true. But he does play guitar. And he figured out the chords to Tumbling Dice, so, you know, he got the gig, so long as he cleans up after the show. With the brooms and the dust mops. Which is cool, ‘cause he loves brooms and dust mops, and especially brooms.

Actually, that last statement may not be true. But he does play guitar! 

 

Bob Bones

I’m a fleabit peanut monkey,
All my friends are junkies…

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Joe Zep

My heart beats louder
than a big brass drum!

Much like his hero Charlie, Joe Zep has a fascination with groove, and fabulous clothes…

He’s groovy.
And Fabulous.
And he smells wonderful………..

Okay, now that’s just silly.

That dude is always on time yo, even when he’s late!

 
 

Joe FigNewton

I’m going red, my tongue’s getting tied,
I’m off my head, my mouth’s getting dry…

He’s a regular guy. It’s the figs. But hey, we don’t want to talk about that.

In the tradition of the late, great Bobby Keys, Joe’s musicality and ear for the horn parts of the songs can best be described as poetic.

Poetic.
Seriously.

And speaking of riders, we request that there are no televisions in Joe’s room while we’re touring, ‘cause Joe never met a TV he didn’t want to throw out a window. Its embarrassing…