Why did the band leave the rolling hills of PA for the flatlands of Florida?
Remember “Y2K”? Well, 1999 was full of hype about everything that was going to go wrong when the year 2000 hit. When 2000 hit it was completely uneventful and the last MCFNJ tour just before the New Year had just resulted in un-employment, getting dumped or cheated on by our girlfriends of the moment and losing drummer number four or five. In turn, my brother Eric (bassist/vocals) had just driven down to Atlanta to help my dad work on his house. I think this was also the same trip that Eric got his hands tattooed in Orlando by Scott White. Anyway, on route back to Pennsylvania he pulled over at South of the Border and called me from a payphone. Eric talked about how warm and nice it was down south and suggested that the band should move down to Orlando or Atlanta and look for a new drummer there since we were having no luck at home. I guess it seemed like a great idea because we left in less than a month from that phone conversation. We packed up our gear and a minimal amount of our be
