GREAT MOMENTS IN TRYME HISTORY Read up about your favorite group and their most important, most rock starish, most dorky, and most uncomfortable moments.

The Wheelchair bit- Probably the most inapropriate breakup that TryMe ever concieved.  Mike, in a wheelchair, was dying, or so TryMe claimed, from a terminal urinary tract infection.  We thought it was funny at the time. . .so sue us.  Everyone makes mistakes.  Live and learn.  Gosh-Golly do people hold grudges forever or what.

The Milwaukee Auditorium Show- Thanks to Jessica Pesano, we ended up getting a gig in one of the midwest's largest venues, the Milwaukee Auditorium. We were told we were playing with a band called "Buck" and some guy named Johnathon Redmund.  Well, we were terrified. At least most of us were. We were expecting a crowd of  5000 or more people. So we got dressed up in our best rock star attire, said our prayers and got there. basically it was us, 2 punk bands,  a white rap guy named "Agape" who kept dancing, a country band, and Johnathon Redmund. Well, the first 2 bands took the stage, and no one was there.  Then we got on and, like in some campy 70's movie about dreams come true, 50 kids who liked us came pouring in. Now, I know it's not 5000. But it was really awsome.  Girls were dancing...the gospel was being sung, and best of all a white rap guy break danced for us.

THE ACURA MISHAP!- It was TryMe's 3rd concert and we had been playing for...oh, about and hour and a half, when we were just about 4 songs near the end of our set.  Our break up was ruined when Brad got locked out of the concert site by a punk kid.  Then we thought we should kick into one of the first TryMe songs..ACURA, which we thought would get the party started or whatever. Problem is, Mike started playing absolutley the wrong chords. Jason looked at him puzzled trying to whisper "NO! NO", Jacob was bobbing his head, oblivious to anything. Ryan (one of the original TryMe members, now in Elemint.) looked confused, and scared. We were awful.  But who cares?  I'm over  it...

It's Raining Chairs. . . - Perhaps you've heard the legend of the horrible TryMe concert.  Well, it's all true.  We were almost done with our set, and it was BAD.  Jason decided to liven things up a little, so during the "crazy part" of Static, he threw some chairs off the porch and into the audience.  One of them broke, and rather than get sued for destruction of property, he blamed it on the preppy kids.  He apologizes heavily and we at TryMe no longer act this childish and/or immature.  Preps everywhere, U-N-I-T-E.

Llama's Steal the Show - Jacob was fortunate enough to get us a gig at harvest time at the Retzlaff farm.  We set outselves up next to the petting zoo on a stage the size of a card table.  The show was fun, but the audience was nonexistant.  MR. E was the only loyal fan we had.  The petting zoo, with baby goats, cows, and llamas, got the crowd.  But, seriously, who can compete with bunnies anyway. . . they're cute, they don't eat much. and if you put them on your head, they look like hats.

Home, please sir?

The Ozaukee County Fair- For the recored, we don't play "Free-freaking-bird" you dirty dirty hicks. To start off with NO ONE could hear Jason's vocals as we stood on a 10 foot piece of wood. Well, things got cooked, cooled off, then got cooking again. Then unfortunatley after a rousing version of LFO' s "Summergirls" one of YOU people came up to us and said "umm, so what do you play man." Jason looked confused that a person would just walk up to our piece of wood during the middle of a show. Jason replied "Instruments?" The man looked startled, confused, and slightly in love with us. Then he curled his lip into a snarl, then into a smile....looked Jason dead in the eye with a coldness that keeps him comfortable to this very day and said..."NO, man....what do YOU play...man, what do YOU PLAY?" Then Jason replied with uncomfortable certainty "Well, we're kinda folky kinda..." and with that the man snapped into attention..."BOLKY?" he said. "Folky" Jason said. "KOOLKY? he said."No, FOLK." Jason said. "Folklore?" replied our drunk, proud of his German heritage friend. "Yes." Jason replied. Then the man noticed that Mike had put the microphone in front of him the whole time. And with that he grabbed his baby and his beer and went on his merry little way. Moral of the story. We WILL NOT PLAY FREE FREAKING BIRD. You heathen.

MIDNIGHT STROLLING- One night after a long band practice we were pooped. But not so pooped that we didn't have a hankering for playing out. Now, we were stumped as to where to get a gig at 11:00 at night. So being the self motivators that we are, we just walked down the streets of lovley cedarburg. Events progressed as follows: 11:00- After listening to "Whiskey in a Jar" we got pumped up and did a two acoutic, plus congas stroliling set up and down the streets." 11:15- Justin gets hit in the head with a quarter. 11:30- We work up the nerve to see who hit us with a quarter. 11:31- We approach a group of Hip hop loving kids and play for them. We make $2. 11:45- A guy rusheds out of a bar to play tamborien with us. He plays kinda wierd. Then he asks us to go to the woods and play drums with him. We say sure, but later. 12:00- A girl asks us to come by her. We can't make out who it is, because she shrouded in blackness. We cautiously approach only to find a hand full of sausage pizza outstretched to us. We look at each other and stare and the blackhaird girl with the nose pierced bald young man, who both were wearing bathrobes by the way. So eat pizza, and learn that they jsut got married and it's their honeymoon. So we play Elvis for them and leave. $5 made. 12:06- We decide to go to George Webbs. 12:45- We arrive at George Webbs. 12:47- An Indian waitress wants us to play for her. Jason, being a sucker for a pretty Indian woman obliges. We play. Jason drinks a Carafee full of OJ. Then she makes us play Bush covers till 1:30. $3 lost. 1:49- Mike suspects we are being followed. 1:53- Justin suspects we are being followed. 1:54- It is confirmed. We are being followed. 1:56- We find out it's only the news paper girl and her grandma doing their nighly route. 2:01- We comment on how late it is for a girl to be out doing a paper route. 2:30- We head home, having to use the restroom badly.