Flesh Colored Crayon

What can I say, we were kids.

Tony Munoz and I met in Germany, in the Air Force. I was looking for some outlet for my musical urges, and walked down to the Catholic service at the base chapel. Tony was doing music there, and when I met him, I did not continue to play in church. I played with Tony.

While stationed at Shaikh Isa Airbase in Bahrain, I met Jim Fugate. Jim had a killer voice, like Brad Delp of Boston. Jim and Tony and I recorded just a few songs before splitting for our post-military lives. Tony stayed in; I went to college. Jim shot himself dead on December 12, 1994. We will never know why. Since Jim was the keeper of the addresses, Tony and I lost each other for twenty years. Facebook brought us back together.

Tony preserved the tapes we'd made back when; here're the tracks.

Several of these are demo tapes, with a drum machine or a single person on all of the instruments. Lyrics were in flux -- I have different arrangements of a couple. It's a snapshot of a half-started project.

Flesh Colored Crayon was:


I barely remember doing these things, but they're pretty great.

Steve Sparks
Atlanta, GA