CHRONIC FUEL

Bios

	William T. "Billy" Covington III Bass, Keyboards, Vocals	Born in rural Nebraska, Billy is as corn-fed as any lad, with only a single ambition: To play Rock and Roll. Billy started playing bass at the age of 6 stringing his older brother's favorite garrote to an old washtub. Within decades, he was ready for the big time, but reality had other ideas, so he was relegated to working on perfecting his craft, inventing a 2 string bass, with no frets above the twelfth so he could play "fast and hot". Billy's recent forays into the keyboard realm were met with a smattering of good cheer, as he is trying to perfect on stage, playing bass, and at the same time playing keyboards using only the back of his head. In a word...remarkable!
	Todd Williams Lead Guitar, Vocals	A self-proclaimed legend, Todd was playing guitar in the womb. At the age of 2 he was working on a series of extended arpeggios when he had a dream: He wanted to be in a Rock and Roll band. Todd worked on his art, wearing down the necks of countless guitars, his fingers like rough sandpaper, spider-like and probing the entire surface of his instrument until he could play a perfected solo, simply by holding one finger above the B string and willing it to be so. He played night and day, and has a catalog of over 1 million riffs at the ready and can give the weight (to within a milligram) of any pick used by any major guitar player for the last 100 years.
	Mark Whiteley Lead Vocals, Guitar, Cascabel	An innocent lad, quiet and introverted, Mark was raised in a sleepy logging village, where the dulcet tones of the Glen Miller Orchestra always brought a tear to his eye. Skittish by nature and sentimental, young Whiteley learned the lessons of life by reading "Ferdinand the Bull" and was relegated to spend his life giving out weak/milky handshakes, until he had the fortuitous pleasure of meeting Billy Covington in a San Jose McDonalds. Billy got him tinkering: First on the clarinet, then the cello, mandolin and finally guitar, turning him down excellently so as not to interfere with the performance while bringing out his true love: Singing. The rest is history.
	Eugenio Urango Drums, Vocals	"Sonny" Urango studied drumming at the prestigious Rick Matzke Academia de Batteria in Barcelona, Spain and has won many awards for his subliminal style. Sonny has played professionally with over 100 acts, and his Ford Focus recently went over the 1 million mile mark before finding his true home with Chronic Fuel. During recording sessions, Sonny was accidentally locked in his sound-proof drum booth for a 3 week period, without food or water. But he DID have sticks! So after a wild 3 week drum solo, he was finally discovered when Billy opened the drum booth to change the hi-hat microphone.
	Anthony Holmes Percussion, Vocals	A diminutive child, Tony was always a fan of Rock music. He hooked-up with Billy and Mark in their "Larry Mondello Band" days, starting out as just a guy with a tequila bottle, then moved up to soundman/bouncer, when one day they were wondering who was singing the harmony vocal, alas, it turned out to be Tony or "Big-Tone" or "Jerry Garcia, back from the dead". His next foray into percussion was put on hold when Tony was abducted after a gig at the famous Cupertino night spot "The Grovel Room" by female Martians. He was found days later, disoriented and confused, with just a smile on his face. Big-Tone is the narrator on "Happy".
	Tom Kirby Vocals, Trash Bag	Born a complete slob, young Kirby was a fixture at all Bay Area concert venues for decades, and has a penchant for the ancient Chinese art of Shuad-Jiao-Fa which loosely translates to " Headlock". Tom is also one of the worlds pioneering experts on playing "Trashbag" which is a newer form of musical instrument created by careful selection and tuning of various arrays of discarded recyclable materials. Tom, a master with both exacto-knife and Dremel, created a brief stir in the art world with his magnificent tiny carvings of minuscule ducks, and also has a large collection of insects he has lovingly encased in clear flecto-varathane. All of Tom's stories begin with "One time we were so wasted" and they all end with "And then I cut the living crap out of my finger".