Artist description Quirky wacky musicians seeking to produce mind expanding music

Music Style Rock, psychedelic, folk, jamband... huh?

Musical Influences Grateful Dead, Jerry Garcia, Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan, Frank Zappa, Jeff Beck, The Police, Tom Verlaine, Roxy Music, The Beatles

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Artist History Look for Glory and Resolution by Dave Fink, 1999. Dave Fink now records and plays with the band Jerry Rig.

Group Members David Fink Todd Rundall Sam Knudsen

Albums Unidenified Flying Lasagna, Little Green Meatballs from Martys

Press Reviews Date: May 1, 1994 17:27 cdt Via: 1 To: 1 Eris Discordia / POPE ID: 235-5517 Subject: The rest of the story I'm glad you like the tape. The title comes from a mysterious experience I had a few years ago for some unknown reason. You could call it a close encounter of the food kind. I was driving down a lonely country road in Iowa when suddenly my car stopped mysteriously for some unknown reason. My faithful dog, Mutt, was with me and suddenly started growling mysteriously for some unknown reason. I felt compelled to get out of my car and run naked through a field of daisies - whoops! Wrong story. I felt compelled to get out of my car and walk like a robot over a hill in the middle of a cornfield (mysteriously for some unknown reason). When I walked over the hill I remember the sight: A giant lasagna on a plate had landed there with a bunch of little green meatballs from Marty's bistro all busy and bustling about with activity around this monstrous Italian nightmare. Have you ever seen little green meatballs from Marty's? FRIGHTNING! I was mysteriously compelled for some unknown reason to walk closer to them. The meatballs barely seemed to acknowlege my presence and just kept doing their business until I was so close to that gargantuan lasagna that the smell of ricotta was starting to make me have hot flashes and I became dizzy. The whole world seemed to swirl around and for an instant I thought I might be falling right into the sauce. Next thing I know, I was lying on my back on a cold, flat hard white ?porcelain? surface. I tried to move and found that my arms and legs were wrapped in spaghetti. I was trapped!! Those evil meatballs were there also and then the real ordeal began. It was so horrible, my fingers are shaking as I type this. I can barely cope, excuse me........;ad Whew! I'm back and ok now. I'll make it. Anyway, I was then subjected to some crazed experiment and the whole memory is mostly a blur. First they started with the pizza. They had pepperoni, sausage, anchovy, C.B., almost any topping I've ever eaten was stuffed into me through a big cold metal tube. What must have been at least a gallon of beer was then washed all over me and injected into me by IV. Those evil meatballs were really enjoying this too. When they dowsed me in beer, I wheezed and sputtered and those giant meatballs gave out high pitched squawks and giggles. Next came the tortellini. I just can't go into much detail on this. I guess I have some more therapy to do before I can really feel ok recounting this whole story. Anyway, after they stuffed me like manicotti, they flushed me with gallons of red wine. I was bathed in it. That was actually kind of enjoyable, but I then realized that the wine had softened my spaghetti bonds and while a group of the meatballs had gone off to get what was presumably the dessert, I snapped my bonds and jumped up to face my assailants. They saw that I was free and at once formed a wedge to attack. I saw that I was on a giant plate and that we were hovering about a hundred feet off the ground. One of the meatballs made a roll for me and I did an impressive soccer move using the meatball's momentum and kicked it right off the plate. It went screaming to a demise on the open cornfield below. It was right then I noticed the giant fork right next to me and I realized I had a chance. So I grabbed the end of the fork with both hands and as I did the other meatballs started for me, but they were too late. I pronged the first one to get close and seeing this, the rest stayed at bay. What happened next is all academic from there, but briefly, I found an unused strand of the giant spaghetti, threw it over the side. The giant lasagna was there through all of this and suddenly the plate started to lift higher. So I threw the fork at the lasagna and all at once the meatballs and lasagna let out a collective shriek. I took this as my exit, grabbed the strand of spaghetti and rappeled as quickly down to the ground as I could. When I got to ground my dog, Mutt, was there and licked me cautiously. When he tasted the sauce, he started licking me ravenously. I watched the plate of lasagna fly away but it looked like they weren't going too far. It was all wobbly and flying right for town. By the time I got to the town, it was already too late. The plate crashed into Marty's bistro and the scene there was just a mess. Restaurant diners were emerging from the remains of the building with spaghetti sauce mixed with ricotta. There were reports of people choking from garlic gas. When the authorities arrived on the scene, they immediately called for the Mario brothers to come in conduct an investigation. I tried telling the police my story but was immediately discounted as a disoriented eater who had been breathing too much oregano smoke. The cause of the accident was officially attributed to the exploding garlic gases by the newspapers but they never could explain why there was so much lasagna mysteriously everywhere for some unknown reason. But I know the real cause of this disaster and have spent the last two years trying to make sense of the day that changed my life. I started the U.F.L. tape as a form of therapy to deal with my trauma and now am starting the Unidentified Flying Food outreach center to help other victims of food abductions, sightings and encounters. If you have any similar experiences, please write me at the address below. We still don't have any explanations, but maybe if we pool our knowledge and share our experiences we can at least support each other in each of the rude awakenings we have all had to the knowledge that there is actually intelligent food out there and it seems to not like us very well mysteriously, for some unknown reason. t h e e n d

Additional Info Look for Glory and Resolution by Dave Fink, 1999. Dave Fink is now recording and playing with the band Jerry Rig.

Location Portland, OR - USA

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