NICK QWIK: WHAT's LEFT

Members:

Butch : Lead vokes, guitar. gone to college to check the chicks... has a few current punk rock projects.

Daryl : Guitar, vokes. still existing in hometown... "need-to-get-out.."

Bill : Bass, vokes. just moved back from VA, psycho girlfriend still on his trail...

Bryan : Drums, vokes. still in high school playin' the field...



What will become of these budding young gentlemen? What crazy adventures lay ahead them? We may never know...

Nick Qwik rose from the shit pits of North Carolina in early '96. With all members new on their instruments, they produced noisy attempts at Screeching Weasel and Huggy Bear covers. Butch, the cuddly crusader, came from the D.C. area, He usually spent his average day getting jumped on the metro bus to school, and dodging bullets. Bill, our snazzy bassist, came out of upstate New York. He stuck to his schoolwork. Daryl, the three note solo wonderboy, grew up in St. Pete, FL listening to N.W.A. on his walkman while he mowed the neighbors lawns. Bryan, born in Tampa, FL, was sadly given up as a newborn. He got adopted though. Somehow, we all ended up in the same stupid hick town. We instantly bonded due to our differences from the southern genre, producing an interesting friendship(and band) that overcomes many hardships and petty differences
-Daryl 4/18/97





JUNE '97

We just got back from our Florida tour, and it was cool as shit. All the bands we met were ready as ever to help us out with places to crash and what not. Tallahassee had a great scene, and the guys from Girls Can Fight showed us the many sights of Florida's capitol. They were real horrorshow(we love ya Brian, and thanx Danny for the garage.) Leesburg, FL had a great scene with a lot of good people behind it. They gave us a really warm welcome with a swingin' punk show. Dead End Kids are really what punk is about, check em' out if ya can. Thanx also to the Garage Rats and all the people who came to get drunk with us after the show. Thank you Stephan. And Jenny, if you ever get to read this, Bartek loves you.

ENDNOTES

Datona Beach, FL is one fucked up place.


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