Blue Desert Savant (fictional band)

Todd the Villain and Wailin' Mark started playing music together in the apartment above Todd's step-mom's beauty salon back in the late nineties. Heber City, UT was no place for aspiring, young musicians, but the apartment was a good place to be when they were supposed to be in dear Wasatch High, and playing tunes seemed to be a fun thing to do after one had emerged from a car thick with slightly minty smoke. The two friends wrote such timeless classics as "Close, Personal Friends With Lamont" and "My Baby's Made of Celophane" in those halcyon days, and thought that was about as good as life could get.

Enter Steve and his magical drums. Steve was a merchant of sorts, and Todd one of his faithful customers, so it happened one day that the three were in the old apartment together while Todd and Mark were jammin like an overstuffed sammich. Steve saw dollar signs, and decided to join the kids and make them stars. ...Once he had come back down to earth, he decided to bring the world of synthetic drums to the rapidly congealing band. Steve is rather lazy, and he drinks as much as Iron Man in those old Twisted Mego Theatre cartoons (hence his nickname), but without him the Blue Desert boys probably couldn't stay in rhythm long enough for Artie to drop in one of his rippin geetar solos.

Oh. Artie. Artie was a friend of Steve's (more of a business associate really than a friend), who enjoyed trying to emulate the distorted sounds of Mark Arm and Steve Turner on old Mudhoney CD's. He still hasn't gotten it down, the poor sap, but his geetar certainly adds some depth.

And so the band was born. They pride themselves on the fact that they never have, and never will play any sort of official live show. Just jammin up in the vacant apartment.