Jon Arceneaux: drums, vacant stares -
Jon, a master of the skins, is, ironically, covered in hair. He sculpts it well. Jon is also a fiendish consumer of sushi and can Sake-it-to any self-proclaimed sushi addict. Jon’s a jazz major at the University of New Orleans. Besides drums, his favorite subjects are Early Flemish Painters and recess.
Epitaph: “God took from us the greatest drummer who ever lived, thanks to mercury poisoning from too many tuna rolls.”
Jack Craft: lead guitar, keys, cello, backing vox, makin’ gumbo -
Jack’s main squeeze is the cello, but cheats with the guitar. No ‘strings’ attached? Doubtful: The only thing bigger than Jack’s love for okra is his pedal board.
Jack is closing in on a degree from Loyola University in Cello Performance. Jack is also a photography geek, and with little prompting will school you on f-stop, aperture, bokei, and a host of other George Eastman-y jabberwocky. We still like him anyhow.
Epitaph: “Devoted husband, loving father, bad skydiver.”
George Elizondo: bass, backing vox, infectious happiness -
George was raised in Managua, Nicaragua, where he mastered the art of acupuncture and the electric bass. No, seriously, the kid knows him some acupuncture. George is also an accomplished unicyclist. Ok, THAT’s a lie.
George is a psychology student at the University of New Orleans. It explains why he’s such a good listener.
Epitaph: “Adios.”
Sam Craft: guitar, violin, lead vox, ‘fro -
When not fiddling, Sam is an awesomely-bad-movie buff. Twister, Dante’s Peak, and The Perfect Storm are his top 3, FYI. Eye of the beholder and whatnot.
Sam graduated this past winter from Loyola University with a degree in Violin Performance. Sam learned to sing in the shower, which is why, to this day, he perfers not to wear shoes on stage.
Epitaph: “See you in 2012.”
Alexis Marceaux: vocals, auxiliary percussion, PB&J connsoisseur -
Alexis and family were uprooted in the aftermath of Katrina and sought refuge in a rural estate on the safe, scenic North Shore of Lake Ponchartrain. We’ve successfully dragged her back down into the squalor. Alexis has received formal training in voice from the New Orleans Center for the Creative Arts (same place the Craft Brothers and Jon Arceneaux learned their chops), which she wastes in our penny-ante rock band. Alexis also has her own band: http://www.alexismarceaux.com.
Epitaph: “This is why you don’t eat crawfish with straight tails.”
