Andrew
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Andrew
Mastering the recorder and triangle in elementary school, Andrew Gulovsen saw an opportunity to bring joy to the world. Junior high brought the trumpet to the mix, but an overbite and braces quickly brought an end to brass as a joy delivery agent. Enter a bitchin flamed destroyer knockoff guitar and the mystic sounds of Randy Rhoads.
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Mastering the recorder and triangle in elementary school, Andrew Gulovsen saw an opportunity to bring joy to the world. Junior high brought the trumpet to the mix, but an overbite and braces quickly brought an end to brass as a joy delivery agent. Enter a bitchin flamed destroyer knockoff guitar and the mystic sounds of Randy Rhoads.
A late social bloomer from an improper attachment to guitar and all things Pink Floyd, it was two years into college before an acoustic guitar and the moisture inducing warbling's of James Taylor brought the next musical pivot.
Fingerpicking and the granola centric music of early 90s jam bands brought the final pieces of influence to start a career playing to the inebriated student population of Springfield, Missouri where Andrew met future Riddled Liver Band mate, Dale ‘the mustachioed dandy’ Franklin.
Over the next decades, Dale and Andrew traveled and saw various incarnations of the RLB, finally landing in the outskirts of St. Louis to perfect their craft.
Dale
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Andrew
Youngest of six boys, Dale grew up in the shadow of the All Saints Church steeple in St. Peters, MO. His exposure to music consisted of church hymns, his dad’s old Eko 12 string that collected more dust than tunes, and bouncing around in a beat up old 1967 chevy pick-up listening to country on the AM radio stations.
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Youngest of six boys, Dale grew up in the shadow of the All Saints Church steeple in St. Peters, MO. His exposure to music consisted of church hymns, his dad’s old Eko 12 string that collected more dust than tunes, and bouncing around in a beat up old 1967 chevy pick-up listening to country on the AM radio stations.
Any musical talent Dale possessed lay dormant for years. In college he began working at a bar call The Outland in Springfield, MO that boasted beers from around the world and live music. One fateful evening, inspired by the live music he listened to every night, one too many shots of Jägermeister, and the $200 limit on his credit card, Dale dialed a 1-800 number from an infomercial and ordered Steve Ross’ Play Guitar Overnight VHS tape.
Since Dale didn’t own a guitar at the time he did not learn to play overnight. Dale spent the next few years hacking his way through every 3 chord song he could find, playing for drunken campfires and BBQs until one night Andrew “Cat Gutz” Gulovsen invited him up on stage to sing with him. The rest is Riddled Liver Band lore.