Jim White-Bassist. Came up with band name. Wanted to call us James White and the Blacks, but that was taken by a British Ska Band.

Bruce Jacoby-Drummer, now drum tech for the likes of Fleetwood Mac, Megadeth and Lionel Richie. Thank God we didn’t travel far for gigs, cause he had a huge all steel drum set.

Sean Piccoli-Guitarist, currently a music journalist, with actual books to his credit. Clearly the only one of us that paid attention in school. Also designed numerous logos for bands listed here.

Bart Zantzinger-Vocals. We gave Bart about two days to get it together. He did. A trooper.

Sean McLernon-Vocals. My younger brother actually started this band with the guys below. I joined as sort of a free agent. Favored onstage banter like "We’ll be right back to rip your face off." Good with a crowd.

Randy Riley-Drummer, rehearsal organizer. You could always expect tireless effort from Randy. Saw him a few years ago in Milwaukee, he looked exactly the same.

Ron Zinko-Guitarist, KROKUS fan. Later covered a song of mine, You Can’t Hug A Child With Nuclear Arms. I was beyond amazed and flattered.

Dan Harley-Gear guru, multi-instrumentalist, Mille's Spaghetti Factory employee. Sometime vocalist on our anemic version of Fight The Good Fight. Wore his plaid winter jacket during that vocal performance. It was a sight.

Ed Hill-Drummer. A talent. Great looking drum set. Where are you, Ed?

Sean Piccoli-Back again. Glutton for punishment, obviously.

Paul Splett-Bass. Just in from San Diego, Paul convinced me being an artiste was my lot in life. I owe him a large thank you.

Tim Goulet-Drummer who came out of the closet while we were playing our first gigs. This inadvertently made us an alternative band (years before everybody else) or like Judas Priest and behind the curve. You choose.

Gordy Huff-Singer. A frat boy, Gordy was completely out of his element with us, having sung "properly" in choirs and glee clubs for most of his musical life. He didn’t care, he plowed ahead anyway. Wrong background, right attitude.

Bill Muth-Vocals, U-Haul trucks. Ah, Bill. Another trained singer, Bill had no eye teeth (the technical term is congenitally missing laterals for you dentition fans), was two years older than us and married. Knew everyone in Madison, and spoke a version of North Side slang I still don’t quite understand. If you can tell me what "Swoobie down to Chesmo town" means, I will be very grateful.

Jim Uselman-Drummer, van driver. An angry man the last time we played together, Jim was much happier the last time I saw him (SK gig at Gonzo’s). A pop drummer in a metal drummer’s body.

Paul Splett-Our second go round. Financed our P.A. gear for this band and didn’t consult his future ex-wife. Slight nuptial error.

Ken "Gonzo" Keith-Vocals, bartender, Mother Hen. A great spirit. Big body, bigger voice.

Jerry Richter-Galloping bassist. Always prepared, and I cannot recall a gig where Jerry made a mistake.

Lonnie Wild-Guitarist. Lonnie could play things note for note easily, and it didn’t matter if it was DIO or Frank Sinatra. That ability made me jealous, but determined to be more versatile.

Lance Wolf-Drummer. Good time keeper, great tom tom sound. Wolf was his real last name, too. Wolf and Wild were great names for a band called PREDATOR, eh?

Pete Kneser-Drummer, Charles Street Chubster. Squeaky was probably the best song writer out of all of us, but too shy to get it going while we were a band. He is now making up for it, doing soundtracks and the like.

Paul Splett-Again? This man never learns. Had a kidney transplant just to keep things interesting.

Ralph Alberts-Also known as "Mad Axe" Alberts, was another key force in getting us to pack up and move west, throwing caution to the wind and taking a chance. I owe him big thanks, too.

Paul Splett-HELP him. This pattern is tragic.

Marc Anthoni-Vocals and graphic designs. FRYDAY had great looking flyers. Marc did logos for many L.A. bands during the mid-80's, including WARRANT.

John Kunkel-Drummer, force unto himself. He died in 1993, after living six or seven normal lifetimes. A graduate from the Moon the Loon School of Drumming and Socializing. Those who knew him, miss him terribly.

Anthony White-Drummer. I owe Ant thanks, also. He got me the audition that led to my first deal. Very clean.

Erik Gamans-Guitarist, Teen Phenom. Our 80’s guitar pin-up. Loves the Celtics. Bad back, good player.

Marc Ferrari-Guitarist, both for us and CRUCIAL TAUNT. We never knew he was two-timing us. He still deserves a "hats off" for getting a deal after his first band KEEL went tits up.

Rory Cathey-Vocals. Mouth of the South, a voice that truly could not be beaten. I never heard Rory have an off night. Ever. The son of a plumber, deddy…

Tommy Thayer-ACE. Known to all as Bison, the son of Mayor Thayer is responsible for KISS’s everything these days. They better thank God they have him.

Anthony White-PAUL. Ant switched to guitar for this gig, which is the instrument he prefers to this day.

Jaime St. James-PETER. The Saint. Few people can make a trip to the store a riotous adventure. Jaime is one of them. Has a God-given gift for handing out nicknames. Gave Bison and Bighead theirs, BTW. He and Bison wrote Domino by KISS, but it was called Nasty Nasty when Black-n-Blue did it the first time.

Matt Kramer-Vocals, an original voice. Brian Warner (Mr. Marilyn Manson) better thank his favorite cloven hoofed deity that he ever met Matt. Back in music after a long hiatus, which is good news for you kids.

Jason Bieler-Guitars, Vocals. I learned a lot from Jay. An over-achiever to the point of being a human bulldozer, he showed me how to write a quality song and elevated my musicianship. Now operates his own record label. Does two sterling imitations: his brother Aaron and David Brenner, and that's it.

Phil Varone-Drummer, Comedy. Fastest one-liners in the East. Took me in like a brother from the second we shared Gene Simmons imitations. I responded by introducing him to my tattoo artist. Currently resides in SKID ROW.

Pete Dembrowski-Guitarist, Vocals. Mr. Versatility plays any musical style at the drop of a hat. Loves pork products, Dr. Pepper, and a good smoke. Since I was the only one who could tolerate his cigarettes, we were roomies. Then I started smoking. Pete’s a bad man for doing that.

Rick Sanders (Honorable Mention)-Drummer, brown hair, brown eyes. Ricky played drums at our last two SK gigs. Formerly of South Florida Rock Outfit CRYER (with Pete D.). Noisy on movie sets, bows (as in bows and arrows) when angered. Good fisherman.