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God Squad

Mark R - Vocal (lead)

Mike Sukys - Drums

Ed Maroli - Bass

Bob Squad - Lead Guitar, Rhythm Guitar

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I'm sitting here at my nice, proper, respectable job in blueblood, rural Connecticut laughing my fuckin ass off at just how much life changes in 15 years and how pathetically SUBURBAN I have become.

God Squad holed up in a shitty practice space adorned with Ed's artwork (which all bear an uncanny resemblance to him...hmmm) above an upholstery shop in PUKE-lid Ohio (that's Euclid for you West Siders). The gold metal Christmas tree decorated with Old Swillwaukee cans glimmers brightly against the cheap wood paneling (in July of course). Drunk and stoned again the usual antics will follow. At some point Lou Vogel will have me pierce some portion of his anatomy, Mark R "hiiiii, how ya doin" will entice all the 15 yr girlies to "take a walk" with him, Ed (Edvis) inevitably trippin results in one of two things, bludgeoning some dumb jock with a mic stand in front of Cebars OR running amuck in his usual paranoid manner, swiping at his pork chop burns, spewing off some philosophical rhetoric about civil war economics. (I have to say if it weren't for Ed I probably would have failed World History in 10th grade, then again if it weren't for Ed I probably wouldn't have been failing in the first place). The brothers Jecovalic bring there own special brand of humor to the room with Bob wailing on his guitar and drinkin more Vodka than humanly possible, Tom and John there to cheer him on. Mike Sukys sits and broods with angst in the corner trying to look mean...but he is so punk-a-licious he could sit on a pile of shit and still be sexy as all hell.

So many stories, so many stories I can't remember, so many I'm not sure I want to remember..."You are the world's worst driver", "Nick of Wax", "Susan's got a new boyfriend", JCU Muffies, JB's Down flooded as usual, Larry Lewis. The list goes on and on.

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So it's '87 and The God Squad is coming down to Ohio State to play a show at singer Mark Furious' college house. For one reason or another Bobby J's guitar amp is not working, so Mark's roommate Joe reluctantly agrees to letting him borrow his vintage '69 Fender Super Reverb. Joe carefully sets all the knobs very nervously. The split second Joe turns to walk away Bobby with one fell swoop of his finger cranks every one to 10 and starts playing. Bob Squad is playing so fast and tight there's blood, strings, and wood chips flying everywhere. After the show my friend asks him, " why do you play like that?" to which he says, "it's just a piece of wood- fuck that thing".

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