This would be my cover shot if I ever finish my book.

Berg started life in the San Fernando Valley in late 1968 when the federal hourly minimum wage was $1.60 an hour and Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated.  That same year Wisk Laundry Detergent escalated the war against “ring around the collar”.  During the 70’s he managed a roller derby  team in Van Nuys. In 1983 at a Sparks concert somewhere in Hollywood he was approached by Marlyn Monroe whom he later discovered was actually Murry Burke, a jew from Reseda.   During the 90’s Berg was a hostage of Young Americans For Revolution.  While studying English Literature at Cal Poly San Luis Obispo Berg met Brian and Alex.  These days Berg spends his time playing banjo, raising a family and practicing the fine art of entropy.

My head is bigger than El Capitan

Brian was born in Santa Monica, CA in 1966, the year that saw the creation of Miranda rights, building of the Astrodome, the first airing of “How the Grinch Stole Christmas”, and the year that Jerry Lewis did his first telethon (raising a whopping $15,000!). As a youth he was an active boy scout and aspiring tennis star. By the time he was 21 he’d traded all that in to be a student, bass player, and traveling Deadhead.  Between classes in San Luis Obispo, he found time to see over 100 Grateful Dead shows. In 1993, suffering from an illness brought on by a bad veggie burrito, Brian shaved his beard and became a land conservationist. When not preserving land and restoring damaged habitats, he plays bass for a local country band and spends time with his lovely wife and 2 awesome stepdaughters.

Artists are residence unto themselves