Josh Binkley – Drums, Vocals

DISCLAIMER: This is where we place a bio on the band member…But when we asked Bink to provide a brief narrative to share with the masses, we received the following. It shows that A.D.D. is indeed a real problem with adults, and even more disturbing…that Bink really IS strange.

I remember it well…It was a warm day in the Galapagos islands. I was alone (I thought) when I saw an ol’ Milwaukee can bobbing in the water next to the shore. It contained a piece of parchment signed by a “Doc Brown” and consisted of nothing but ramblings about 1.21 jiggawatts. I tossed it into the fire beside me which I had started by rubbing two tortoises together. It was at that instance where a traveler-by noticed an odd smoke signal rising into the air. It read “Patuljak” which was Serbian for something…I can’t remember exactly what, but a small dude crawled out from behind the dune…,nearly scaring the heebie jeebies out of me. Well, long story short (nudge-nudge) he handed me an odd envelope which had an even smaller envelope tucked inside. In that small envelope was a tiny piece of paper that read “Dude, call me…we need a drummer”.

And voila…I joined Jaded Angel. I of course had to skip the part about swimming back to the US with a porpoise named Jackson, carrying all my drums…trying to get through customs, and that uncomfortable search of “my persons” which is, I think, illegal in at least 20 states. But here I am. A little sore, groggy, and a desire to yell “Zeveli” every time I hear the pop-a-top of a beer can. But I will prevail. And to you…the one’s out there on the dance floor rubbing your bellybuttons together…I play for you.