Here's To Nathan sounds like country or Southern rock songs played in the style of punk rock.

So here’s how it happened: I met Jambo in kindergarten. We were the same class and we both liked the same things: singing, running, and playing with our (own) wieners. It’s amazing how some things never change (except we don’t really care much for running anymore). I taught Jambo to believe in himself and not be ashamed of his illiteracy. He taught me that the simple things in life are the most rewarding and my paint-huffing habits would cut my life drastically short. So we became BFFs and coined said term a decade before Paris Hilton would use it to describe anorexic models who would hold her hair back as she snorted lines of ketamine off the cocks of bouncers at trendy Hollywood clubs. So give credit where credit is due.

Then when we were eight, we heard Green Day. And just like you, our lives became very fucked up and disillusioned in a very profound and beautiful way. We decided to start a band. We didn’t know how to write music or play instruments, but we decided to give it our all. Fifteen years later, we’re starting to get the hang of it. We devoted our lives to punk rock and not giving a fuck about what people think of us. This would explain the stupid haircuts and poor hygiene that made our awkward teenage years just that much more awkward.

After several failed bands throughout the years with ridiculous names (Macho Borracho, The Pilsners, Seebisquick), we decided to part ways. I went off to college to pursue life as a tortured and conflicted writer. Jambo stayed in Deerfield to continue drumming and start a new band. We screamed and cried and said some shit you just can’t take back. Brutal. Anyway, Jambo met some pretty cool dudes and they formed a band called Jolly Badfellow. They’re really good and a lot of fun to see live, so you should check them out.

After four years, I returned to Deerfield to rot and die. Jambo decided that we should form our own band. He called this “his side project,” I called it “my band featuring Jambo.” I played guitar and he played the drums. We wrote some songs and they were pretty rad, but we still needed someone to complete the trio.

That’s when Jambo met Thomas. I don’t have much of a back story for Thomas, as I have only known him for a few months. But that’s not really fair to him since he’s an integral part of our band, so I’m going to make one up. Born on an Oklahoman cattle ranch in 1968, Thomas dreamed of Broadway lights and big city dreams. But his domineering father demanded that he take up the family trade and become a dildosmith. So Thomas ran away from home, riding the rails and learning about life from smooth-talking hobos. He learned to play percussion using two spoons and the bloated belly of a very cooperative immigrant named Rosalina (who would later become his bride). After a bender of malt liquor and nail polish remover, he found himself working at a burrito restaurant in Deerfield, where Jambo also worked. Jambo asked him if he wanted to be in our band. He said he would do it if we paid him in something called “chicken powder.” We didn’t know what that meant and ignore him every time he brings it up. So that’s Thomas’s story.

Also, there's Andy, and Zak they play guitar.

As for our music, I think it’s pretty good. You might like it, too. If I had to describe it, I would say it sounds like country or Southern rock songs played in the style of punk rock. We also add plenty of other shenanigans that are sure to amuse the listener (that’s you). We try to play music that’s really fun to listen to while being personal at the same time. Also, we drink while we write and perform these songs, so if you don’t like it, down a six-pack of cheap tallcans and you’ll understand our music a lot better. If you like us, we’d really like to know about it. So drop us an email or something, or just talk to us after the show. We’ll be at the bar. The one right by the stage, near the front. I’m wearing a black t-shirt, can you see me yet? I’m waving my arm in the air right now! Oh, God. Look, just stay where you are, and I’ll come over to you. -JT$