Name: | Barry Rougeau |
Known Aliases: | Da Tooth, Zer0 |
Instruments: | Bass Guitar, Sitar, Applause |
DOB: | 09/23/81 |
Height: | Please see Paul's bio |
Weight: | Please see Paul's bio |
Hair color: | A poopish sorta brown |
Dating status: | I hear he's a polygamist who stalks a piano-playing Colombian chick |
Personality: | Psuedo-Intellectual |
Favorite Bands: | Sonic Youth, Atari Teenage Riot |
More pics of me: | Go here |
Email: | zer0700@excite.com |
Reason for leaving: He found out Paul quit the band.
A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away.. a certain irresponsible alien insect
spirit was experimenting with the genetic residue he found off a Snoopy pez despinser
floating in a black hole and accidentally cloned a human. Afraid of what his parent's
might think, this paranormal being hid his pet in the transportation of some uranium
smugglers headed to the Milky Way. Before you know it, the human grew up into the gaunt
teenager of Lewisville now infamously known as Barry, who depises the hypocrisy and
insincerity of the world when it's convenient. Naturally, he befriended some weirdo
personality that looked like Thurston Moore and who had nihilistic tendancies. His name
was Alex Ganowsky, and together they enjoyed making noises in their spare time with
western instruments such as the kazoo, cowbells, 7-11 whistles, and of course: guitars.
Come to find out, Paul Ford & Josh Hatfield, lead feedback players of the band that
was then known as Sticky, also enjoyed making such noises with Alex on guitars and swiftly
became aquainted with Barry. One luke-warm summer night in Lewisville, one of Barry's many
wives urged him to return an egg that she had borrowed from the Ford residence. On his
arrival and delivery of the egg at Paul's shelter, he witnessed the practicing of a
certain style of pop music, coined by 1990's media as 'punk', by Josh, Paul, and a
long-necked soul. Mildly amused at the scene, Barry absorbed the soundings with a light
heart and questioned the band after an interval of time between the poetic words set to
music that they and many others defined as 'songs'. The conversation was profound:
Barry clap's with one hand.
Paul - Thanks..
Josh - We're sticky.
Barry - ..why?
Josh - That's our 'name'.
Barry looks puzzled, a rare expression.
Paul looks to the long-necked one.. they shrug.
A couple months later, Barry, now a master of manipulating the sounds of stringed
instruments, performs bass octaves for the band now known as The Stickies, bringing with
him a stage and musical presence that is beyond text description. To experience The
Stickies nowadays is to experience the super-natural of contemporary pop music.. bring
knee-pads, your dancing shoes, and plenty of riboflavin to the shows if you got any.