Pop springs...from the most unlikely of places. Under cushions, under chairs, in stories from old women and dogs.

Pop finds these four gentlemen on the prowl for crafty songs, materialized from wood and electric power (120 vac). B. Patric, "The Emperor" Justinian, Rudie Reyhons, and Rick. Guitaring, drumming, tinkling pianoesques, and crooning. See ourselves, our silly lots, our sad story. Slice together, mix, and seperate. Together they sing and bang, wax and waxer, travelling the amateur sailing circuit in search of inspiration. From canvasses full of wind to the drunken captains everywhere, the song is the song...pop springs...The Marlboro Chorus