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SIX FEET HIGH AND RISING was originally formed by Jim Lacamp in late-2002. His first and best move was to recruit lead guitarist Steve Montgomery, who had just recently been transferred to a work release program. Other members were Rob “Thumpy” Adams, John Giordano and Danny Darr. Several names were tossed around, but none agreed upon. Daniel Hernandez later joined the group, replacing Darr ... at that point the band began rocking harder, accelerating Giordano's departure.

John is now in a jazz band, we would tell you the name, but we don't know it, we are too lazy to look it up, and come to think of it, we really don't care. Giordano came up with the band’s name, paraphrasing an old Johnny Cash song “Five Feet High and Rising.” Other names considered were: PRIVATE DICK, RAT TRAP KELLY, EPILEPTIC CAESAR (Jim's favorite), PUPPET SHOW and TWO WORD REVIEW.

In late-2003, “Thumpy” left the band to pursue other interests, including small animal gynecology and haberdashery. OR DID HE? Rumors are swirling that he escaped to Paris, and/or died in a bizarre gardening accident. Jeff Pardue, replaced him, and now HE'S GONE (the police said it was “better left unsolved”). Hmmm... it seems that playing bass for this group has become a very hazardous occupation. Pardue has been replaced by Scott "Jeff" Thurman, that's Dr. Thurman to you!

We found Susanne Swift, on the streets of London selling flowers. We felt we could transform her from a Londoner with a thick cockney accent, to a more refined individual-a singer with a rowdy rock and roll band, but only after she passed the rigorous initiation rites. After a hiatus, she is now back with us, once again, she has gone through our initiation and we couldnt be more satisfied!

Each member of the group brings unique interests and perspectives to making of the band’s “sound.” Lacamp, who sings, plays guitar, and blows ... a mean harmonica, is the captain of this rocking ship, and guides this vessel much as a blind drunk fixes a watch, there is no telling what he will do to get the party going, you need to watch out for him and you need to watch your beer.

Montgomery, like a ruthless thug with an evil gleam in his eye, tortures his guitar, extracting the occasional wicked screams of agony and despair, but the yelps actually come from him. That's right ladies, he is single, and he's the Chairman!

Hernandez, well, simply put, beats the living Hell out of his drums, leaving them begging for mercy and the rest of us begging him to tone things down and for earplugs. Requests that are routinely ignored. Thurman, brings the throbbing bottom (you can interpret this), after all, he is a(n) Urologist.

The band lives by a few simple mottos. First and foremost is “The more you drink, the better we sound.” Also, “There is a thin line between clever and stupid.”