Some time in the dead of a Flint, Michigan winter, The Boss and The Coug we… Read Full Bio ↴Some time in the dead of a Flint, Michigan winter, The Boss and The Coug were drinking draft Coors in a dive bar. In stumbles Tom Waits and sprays whiskey in their faces, cursing them and chastising their lack of depth and innovation in the past decade. What followed was a long and bawdy drinking, cussing, battle of wits that lead the trio to stumble into a recording studio populated by a few local kids. All three of them sobered up a few weeks later, just in time to watch Stephen Wisniewski walk out the front door with a few reels of tape labeled "Here Lies... Empty Orchestra".

Or in their own words:

"Screamin' Jay Hawkins f***ing Tom Petty in the bathroom at a Sixteen Horsepower concert. at least i hope so, because that would sound amazing"