It's true!  The Squad has been hiding things from people who weren't a the last show, and we can't take it any more!  It's been eating us up inside like chest-busting parasite, so before we set the acid-blooded offspring of our conspiracy of confidentiality loose upon the world, we must come clean.

We have a new bass player.  His name is Reed Oliver.

I know.  I know.  You're saying, "Isn't Reed Oliver the name of the Squad's lead singer?  The platinum-topped paladin of playfullness?  The tin-whistling troubador?"

Yes, that's who Reed Oliver was.  But he has been transformed into a man on the down-low, who reaches for the heights, but does it not a little down and dirty.  Reed Oliver is ... a bass player.

Who sings, too.

See the emerging glory of this new identy, WRS as a Power Trio, at two, yes two gigs in the coming week:

First, return for a last hurrah to Solar Tuesdays.  When a star dies, it either expands like a Red Giant into the ether, or it collapses, producing black holes, white dwarfs, or maybe even neutron stars.  As the sun gods collapse from the effort of sustaining so much Rock and Roll, how will it all go down?  Come find out!  It's BYOB, free and easy, and a great stage to rock on.  Jazz surfers Rusty Montana open!

Then, join the party as WRS kicks off the birthday celebration of the Barebones Orchestra at The Parlor.  If you haven't seen BBO, you don't know the 12-member majesty of their sweet sweet jams and tawdry grooves.  Lotsa folks will be there, so come early to get a table and a slice of The Parlor's truly excellent pizza.

See you there,
Isaac, Bruce, and Reed