To reveal the rhythmatist, click on the face you suspect belongs to the tub-thumper. (And, no, it’s not Chumbawamba.)

How to win a T-shirt:

  • Tell us the name of the band. Or…
  • Tell us which band member will quit the band, and why. Or…
  • Tell us which band member will be fired, and why. Or…
  • Tell us something we need to know about the photo.

Answer any or all of those questions to our satisfaction and a stylin’ T-shirt is yours. E-mail your best guess to webmeister@washcp.com.

LAST WEEK’S MYSTERY BAND (Click link to refresh your memory.)

The Man From the Future reveals that “Those young lads are the Valets. Not a band, actually. They are in fact the valets at the Palm every Monday-Thursday night. Their supervisor took that photo trying to prove they just smoked dope while on duty. The boss is always so clueless. Those boys are too smart to inhale any smoke. And that photo proves nothing. Had he checked the staff
bathroom, though, he’d have found real proof they snort meth like it’s
free cocaine. Why wouldn’t they? It makes them feel the way God feels when he’s snorted too much crystal meth.”

Don’t we know it. Old pal Jon Hamblin was also back to tell us that “This week’s band is the Slack. On the far right, Art Alexis will leave to have a successful acting and political career when the band tries to introduce such novelty songs as “My Piranha.” Are we clear on this? The band changes its name and some words and the rest is history. Get it?”

We get it. And the little girls understand, too. Heh. However, Megan Gallagher was a bit off when she wrote, “Why that’s Cheese on Bread!!!” Well, it was—back in August. But Megan gets a shirt anyway.

The band was actually SHOWING OFF TO THIEVES, from Bath, England, where my peeps are from. The Thieves are apparently “exploding onto the UK scene.” Good for them.

Saturday, May 26, marks the 65th birthday of Band-leader Levon Helm. And Thursday, May 31, would have been another celebration for John “Bonzo” Bonham. Ah, well…

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