Long-haired pimply high-school revolutionary psychedelic basement punks fired by prime-quality early-seventies jukebox rock’n’roll, too-readily available Ripple wine and Blue Ribbon beer, and somebody’s older brother’s stash, playing junior high-school and high-school dances and teenage makeout parties, mostly opening for somebody’s older brother’s band.

Crazed college party band playing crazed college parties, down-county fish fries and barn dances, and the scenic dives and crumbling roadhouses of Southern Maryland (the Green Door, Captain Tom’s, the Oar House, Marchetti’s, Monk’s Inn, etc.), barnstorming and blasting out the Stones, the Kinks, the Who, the Yardbirds, the Animals, and other vintage Beat Boom sounds, missing only one gig due to imprisonment (a misunderstanding).

Low-down barrelhouse blues, shoot-‘em-up cry-in-your-beer honky-tonk, and down-home gutbucket roots rock’n’roll all shaken into the highly intoxicating Screaming Elmers cocktail: Hank Williams, Johnny Cash, and Buck Owens mind-melding with Howlin’ Wolf, Jimmy Reed, and Muddy Waters and twirling around the dance floor with Bob Dylan, Keith Richards, and Link Wray, laying down the hot and heavy sound around the Nation’s Capital for 15 years,
and a farewell gig with the great Bill Kirchen.

Backwoods unplugged brothers of the Screaming Elmers, bringing parlor guitars, mandolins, and murder ballads to the halls of power and the taverns that water them: high and lonesome meets high and mighty and finds common ground in the Carter Family, the Stanley Brothers, the Monroe Brothers, Dock Boggs, Mississippi John Hurt, and Blind Lemon Jefferson.

Original Capitol Hill consciousness-raising all-American political folk-rock from Archangel Michael and his scruffy band of ne’er-do-well angels, appearing at union halls, community centers, church basements, soup kitchens, folk festivals, and benefits, mixing clean living and wishful thinking with a dirty blues harp and a snarly guitar.

Is there a doctor in the house? One-of-a-kind, the original, the fantastic Dr. Hot Pepper from Kansas City, Missouri, toured with Bobby Blue Bland, Junior Walker, and James Brown; in a decade-long resurgence with the Fabulous Orchestra, Doc brought his unique chittlin’ circuit rhythm’n’blues review and proto-funk-rock extravaganza to the finest clubs and the seediest joints on the east coast. A glass of rye, a roach, and the Doc: “Everything’s on the one!”

An unlikely arrangement: British beat boom sounds from an English diplomat on assignment in Washington, a South African architect, a Scottish mum, the diplomat's son who is a serious student of jazz, and a real American lead guitarist who rock out in the basement of a Northwest DC mansion all summer, play their first gig at the diplomat's birthday party in the autumn, then disband in winter as the Brits sail off in a 30-foot sailboat back to the motherland to the tune of “Gloria”:
G-L-O-R-I-A!