Here is a very nice picture of Mark Moore who is playing the guitar that makes the pretty sounds. He is sneaking up on Wanda who seems to sense that there is an invader pointing the business end of an instrument at her spleen. Mark's tendency to attack whilst yet unprovoked has led to a sad lack of Wanda wearing short skirts during shows or anytime she may be facing the wrong direction in a vulnerable manner. "Tuner trauma" was what the attending Physician had called the injury, but even he, could not keep a straight face when discussing it. Mark has since been required to face the back of the stage, away from W and clearly state his intentions when approaching stage right. As can be plainly seen by the lacking 1/2 of Mark's right index finger, W's 'laser beam eyes of death' cannot be discounted in any battle where stage territory is disputed. Mark here is smartly dress in his "Shades of the Connecticut River" ensemble, featuring outer shirt "before rain", inner shirt "after rain" and pants done in "paintings from 1885". |
| Greeeaat Picture here. Mark is seen in this timely photograph at his very best. He is a very sensitive individual who, being in tune with the band's emotional well being, is always on the look out for potential disaster and is keen to avoid it. Mark is just noticing that Jim (who suffers from necrophilia, a condition where he may swear uncontrollably and fall spontaneously asleep at any time) has just yelled "FRACK the TOASTERS" and now is asleep, but has not yet fallen down. Mark knows that Steve does not care and Wanda has taken to standing 5 feet and 10 inches away from the 5 foot 9 inch gravity challenged boy in red, so in an effort to promote a happy ending, Mark dashed across the stage with his guitar pointing the way like a rhino. He skewered 'Slumberboy' in a away such that Jim fell over his monitor and off the stage smashing safely on the floor where he could not cause Steve to miss a beat and hence saved the day. Unnoticably, W was knocked off stage forward where she incurred a hematoba, crushing a frog and several crickets. |
| Mark is caught here singing his falsetto rendition of the great Tiny Tim's "Tip Toe Through the Tulips" on his very fancy banjo. Always a crowd pleaser, this is usually followed by the theme from "Then Came Bronson", the early 70's TV show starring a motorcycle. After the preamble to "Barrett's Privateers" the banjo is put away for the night. Mark assists in the harmonies to "Barrett's" which is sung "Archipelago", meaning it is actually a string of small islands. In this picture, Mark looks to be 'out of focus'. This does not mean that we have already played "Hocus Pocus", but he was rather a bit fuzzy around the edges. We had found that for a couple of weeks he was really and in person FUZZY AROUND THE EDGES. His image was ill defined and his focus was literally off. He is a bit better defined at this time, but he is very afraid of becoming out of phase again. Click here to see why |
Behind Wanda {doing her 'Pod Person' imitation from the "Invasion of the Body Snatchers" or maybe her 'I am from Connecticut' imitation from "The Stepford Wifes" or perhaps her 'I have kids and ride motorcycles' imitation from "The Stafford Wives"} we see Mark playing a pretty racy bass. Looks like he is using his fingers to move the strings. Pretty fancy. The band is very lucky to have him on board. He is light minutes [although it does not sound like it, a light minute is a very, very long distance] beyond the rest of us [with the possible exception of Eh! Steve himself] in musicianship. He has taken a punk band with out a drummer and made it into a respectfulish and well rounded circle of friends. Only when Mark came on board, did Steve decide that all was well enough. Although we mostly tell people that we met Mark through Dano [yes, THAT Dano from the Clams] it is little known that Jim and Mark met years earlier in the York correctional facility [oddly known as the 'snail factory'] in Niantic, CT., over an errant bar of soap. A strange fellowship ensued as they retraced the strange parallels their lives, to that point had taken. With Catholic Schooling, St Thomas Seminary and eventual imprisonment from the events surrounding a life lived while addicted to 'White out', our heroes still have many strange stories in their past. Click here to read more . |
| Mark lives in Branford ,Ct with his wife Cheryl and their 2 cats "Beef" and "Brockery". Mark works on Helicopter fuel systems where he treats people like "chew toys", according to one bottle fed pity factory. Cheryl married Mark despite a tendency to regress to a state of inflection, a look generally resembling a "Phycho-killer", which has become endearing to those of us who don't know him well. Mark likes to make his own guitars and is able to design and produce his own amps and electronics. He is starting his own business specifically tailoring gear to individual needs of artisans or folks with money. To be on his waiting list email him at mark.w.moore@hotmail.com . |