May 23, 2004 13:59
"Were it not for Steve I would not have, in my collection, a Vai Sikehema rookie card" - Mr. Fuji, professional wrestler
Formed in 1989 AD, Steve Maglione would amass not only body weight, but hair, permanent teeth and a vast understanding of the english language that far surpassed any other human after his time. Looking to end his streak of bad luck as an unemployed greyhound, Steve took his talents and small fiscal remunerations from the track and invested them in a broom and some twine which he purchased at a garage sale off Transit road. While wading through Seneca Creek with his newly fashioned fishing rod in a search of the ever elusive slate party, Steve realized that the same constituents of his tool could be reconstructed to make a guitar, one that would rival, in sound, any Peavey on the market. The sounds that were produced that evening heralded the institution of a hardcore/metal act that would take him to sloan and back, across Harlem road and as far down French as Dr. Huggs car wash.