Three Sheets Thank Yous
Mike thanks:
Mom & Dad, for putting up with all my noise; Universal Music, Lynbrook,
NY for having cool gear; the guy who mops the Garden, because he's cool;
Matt Winum, for teaching me to forget the rules; Ken Petrilli, for the
god-like tone; Keith Fuellner and Mark Martufi, for giving me my first
chance; pawnShop, for the wake-up call; Dr. Groove, for the musical
advice; the Five Towns crew (Binky, Fluff, Iggy, & Marlene) - you's good
people; Russ, my first guitar teacher, for the foundation; Mike from Box
and the rest of the Clapping/Hey! gang, for the help; and anyone else I
might have missed - tough shit.
Chris thanks:
Mom, Dad, Aunt Pat, and Uncle John, for buying me all my toys; Chris,
Frank, and Sean from pawnShop, for giving me the space I needed; my
classmates and co-workers at Molloy College, for being there, esp.
Colleen & the Forum crew, Mrs. W & the Lab staff (Where's the any key?),
Pat Z., Jeff M., and all the countless others; Rich, Joe, Emilio, Bill, &
George, for kicking my ass in Doom; Jeannine B., for listening to my
constant bitching & whining; Jen D., for more of the same; Chris & Brian
C., for making summer interesting; Steve & Kim B., for being cool folks
like that; John C., for opening my ears to Dream Theater; all my brothers
& sisters in the RVCFD; the pros that inspired me to play bass, for
changing my life; and all the rest of you whom I seem to have forgotten -
try the complaint line.
Bill thanks:
All the people at Aidan's and Rockwell's, Mike & Chris, Anheuser Busch,
George M., Bonnie, H.M.J., Rob & Meg, Grover for the kick-ass job, Pepto
Bismol, Barney from "The Simpsons," bar tabs, frozen food, the flaming
"Moe," Port Wash. crew (you know who you are!), Jen for driving me that
night (?), all the nudie bars, the Greaseman, Mr. Coffee, Ray & Diana,
Sam, Deb, fries with gravy, Cheryl, Chris, Eden, Holly, Brian. If I
forgot anyone, yell at Mike.
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