Like most bands this one is an outgrowth of earlier incarnations. Long had the two songwriter guitarists Peter and Phil (recently bereaved of their old band Vellum) sat huddled in their basement sandbox, cranking out tune after tune, only to be abandoned by erstwhile lead mandolinists, lady bassists and zoo-mad drummers. It was indeed a 'Sorry' state of affairs when the vocally-challenged dismal duo was finally annointed by grace and given a new lease on their musical existences by the addition of a true singer, Allison. Though perhaps self effacing to a fault, the newly-minted trio nevertheless embarked upon a grand journey, a journey of personal growth, a journey of vocal legitimacy. The first demo CD was still full of laments, based upon the earlier anguish of surviving a band on the rocks but the re-build was strongly underway. It could be said that this 'new confidence' gelled at an early performance at a local gathering of psychiatric luminaries, wherein one of the audience members told the band afterword that they were 'not bad, not bad at all'. Among the aforementioned laments was, of course, despite Allison's vocal boost, a deep seated unmet need for a 'bassman or a drummer'. This was an on-going challenge for the band but, as luck would have it, and just at the critical moment, the talented drummer Paul came along through the community grapevine, to join up and round out the line-up. With the addition of Paul, the band is definitely on the up and up, and the Pickup Truck album seems proof of he pudding.