How we were made.
Faculty:
Joe Berkman Bass (as in guitar, not fish)
Mike Krenner Guitar, perspiration
Barry Knudson Drums, good deals
Previous faculty members (2001-2005):
VomitGod (drums), Scara (percussion, screaming)
Bio: Version #1 (short version)
Iced Ink was conceived in 1998 by by a dude who was rather fond of playing weird music. He met some other people that liked playig weird music too. They practiced, played a lot of shows, and made a CD and Iced Ink stickers. It is 2007 now and they still play shows and stuff.
Bio: Version #2 (extended dance mix version)
Iced Ink is/are/am an instrumental surf-jazz-metal guitar - drum - bass - percussion group that are slowly emerging from the snowy bowels of Minneapolis, MN. It spawned in 1998 when Mike (guitar) abandoned all contact with outside musicians for a few years to focus on writing music he wished he was hearing more of in the Twin Cities area that couldn't necessarily be written by just "jamming".
Let's move ahead to July of 2001: Freshly transplanted to the Twin Cities from that one famous music school in Boston full of gifted wankers, VomitGod (drums) along with his wifeperson Sara T. (percussion) were lured in by shameless Iced Ink promotional bait printed on the back of Minneapolis' premier weekly alternative news source, City Pages. He contacted Mike, and 6 months later, Joe Berkman's skillful (and very audible) bass manipulations won the Iced Ink Bassist Pageant to complete the lineup. They bought a colorful bus, were driven around by their mother and manager Reuben to perform to the delight of many screaming fans, and compelled families across the world to tune in every week for a half hour of pure watery comedy and bad lip-synching.
In the spring of 2005, VomitGod and Scara moved back out East which caused Berkman and Mike to search high and low for replacement drums/percussion. Iced Ink fan and CEO of HighTide Music Doug Kasper was kind enough to refer a lovely and talented drummer to them by the name of Barry Knudson. Barry proved to be an eggsellent fit for the band and they are now playing as a boner feed power trio.
In closing, if you obtain a copy of our CD "There's A Bee In Here", "ALIVE!", and/or come out to see us live, you may find yourself wondering: "How come nobody told me weird music that people can't dance or sing to could be this totally bitchin?!!"
The answer, my friends, is ketchup.