Here is Judge Nothing's official (I guess) biography, as written by drummer Andy Dykeman.

Hi, my name is Andy and I play drums in a little rock 'n' roll outfit called judge nothing. Recently, the moguls at Thick Records asked me to write a bio for our little circus side show. So here it is...

In 1972, I met a kid in my kindergarten class named Doug. He was as much of a geek as me. We sat together for milk and cookies the rest of the year. Nine years later, in 1981, Doug and I started a band we called CLuB ZeRo. We rocked out to the tuneage of Stiff Little Fingers, Lynyrd Skynyrd, The Clash, and some geeky originals. In the years to follow we played with some of the greatest punk rock bands, one of them being The Descendents. We actually became really good friends with The Descendents, as well as starting a sordid affair with the nectar of the gods, COFFEE.

In 1990, The Descendents changed their name to ALLand ClUB ZeRo changed their name to judge nothing. Notice the nifty contrasting adverbs in both names? That same year, I met a strange fellow named Flea Bodine. We got drunk together and I accurately, though drunkenly, shaved his head. After teaching himself how to play, he put an end to our revolving door of bass players by joining our eccentric line-up of musicians. Shortly after, with college degrees under out belts, a new bass player and a '77 Dodge van to call home, we hit the road in a quest of rocknroll and pig hip samdwiches.

In 1991, as the van's mileage exceeded 200,000 miles, Bill and Stephan from ALL produced a demo and a 7" vinyl record for us. We were touring our asses off and became involved in adventures entailing toilet catfish, beer and coffee, circus midgets, and inflatable women. No arrests were made and the tour machine was finely honed.

By 1994, we received some college airplay and had played with the likes of cool bands such as Green Day, Fugazi, Joan Jett, Uncle Tupelo, and, of course, ALL. We also sold the van with its nearly unbearable tour scent. A day of mourning was had by all concerned tour participants.

In 1995, after making the president of the label shave his butt, we signed to a record company in Chicago called Thick Records. Our first CD I'm a Big Girl Now is named after a song by Doris Day and was released in April '95.

In December of that very same year, judge nothing headed west to the hippie village of Fort Collins, Colorado to work, once again, with Bill and Stephen. Once there, we recorded our latest CD Riveter in The Blasting Room, the coffee-beer-and-blackjack-pizza-fueled studio owned by ALL.

Judge Nothing decided to part ways in February 1997, after eight years together.

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