Cracker and I go back to a summer in 1991. Warwick found him first. They worked together in a music store. Cracker wanted to play a Rickenbacker; he and Warwick started hacking out tunes in the back room. I joined in, making things worse and better in equal amounts. The three of us made a band. Fingerhands didn't last long but there are relics. Terrible relics.
