Steve Frisbie lends his name, his voice, and that extra shot of anxiety to the band Frisbie. Happily married, intermittently actualized, and moody to a fault, Steve is learning to get out of his own way. Steve is a little sloppy when he drinks, but you find it endearing, don’t you? If Steve could be anyone else, he would be Paul Stanley of KISS.

My name is Hogan. I was born and raised in Atlanta GA where my dad is a policeman and my mom can make a pickle out of anything. I moved to Chicago in 1997 because I had fire ants in my pants and wanted to freak myself out. It worked. It worked real good. I do miss the south, but Chicago has its shit together in a very intense car wreck kind of way that I find very inspiring. I sing anytime I get the chance (when I'm not bartending at the Hideout at night, or tending to the phones at my veterinary hospital job during the day "Diarrhea Hotline, may I help you?") -- and I especially love singing at the Hoot Nights. Like trying on a thrift store housecoat with a magic marker name in the collar where you know someone died at a nursing home and they gave all her cool old stuff to the Salvation Army -- that's what Hoot night is like for me. Other people's clothes. Right on.

www.kellyhogan.com
www.bloodshotrecords.com
www.undertowmusic.com
www.callgirlpr.com

Andy Hopkins is the same person as Rudy Day, also Handy Napkins and the Monster Philabuster. I was born and raised in Atlanta, GA and moved to Chicago in 1998 to really get things moving. When I get homesick I eat fried chicken and listen to Daisy Duke themed bootyshake bass music. I was in a crazy band called FLAP from 1989-1997. Now I have a band called Mr. Rudy Day, and I play with Kelly Hogan and also Andrew Bird's Bowl of Fire. Everyday is Satruday my friend...go to sleep, wake up, it's Satruday again!