Clint Krcmar – Drums, vocals, maniacal faces, shrieks and howls.
Harrison Sweazea – Guitar, vocals, lyrical adjustments and general confusion.

How THOSE GUYS got their name.
a short story by Anthony Pierce
Once upon a time, there were two drummers, Clint and Harrison. Both of these men were talented percussionists seeking gigs, as that is what has kept them young – or at least it works for Clint, Harrison just keeps aging, but GRACEFULLY. They decided that one would play guitar and one would drum and they would bring music to Mid-Missouri and joy and laughter to all of their adoring fans and friends. The only thing that was missing was a good, short, memorable name.

At first, they discussed names and decided since all the other bands that they had been a part of came up with their own names and they were flashy, cute, or themed, that these two wanted just to be plain and simple with their band name. But there’s already a local band name Plain & Simple, so that didn’t work. They decided that if they went with the name Clint and Harrison, it would help with their billing because well, C comes earlier in the alphabet. However, with Harrison being a wee bit older – by like 4 decades – they decided that Harrison’s name should be the lead. And thus the duo, Harrison & Clint, began.
As they began booking gigs, they found it long-winded, like this story, and difficult for everyone to keep saying, “Harrison and Clint”, so it was decided they would use a nickname for Harrison and remove the “and” to get a simple two-word band name. And so launched the new duo, “Harry Clint”.

Unfortunately, at their first gig at the parish school fundraiser, the poster had a slight misspelling as did all of the handouts for the evening’s agenda. There was opening prayer, there was a thank you from the priest, a fun auction of items to raise money, and then it listed closing out the evening with dancing to the whimsical performance of, “Harry Clit”.

After Sister Magdalen passed out, Sister Gertrude turned beet red and screamed, “Who are these musicians with such a vulgar name?” The entire congregation turned and pointed to the duo and said “Those Guys!” And the name has forever stuck!

I personally am sorry that they went through that long, enduring, and painfully humiliating experience – maybe not, they could have been snickering the whole time – as they searched for the true name of this musical genius duo that so entertains us. Although, I gotta admit, having “Harry Clit at the BluTaco”, probably wouldn’t have gone over well either.