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Thanks Kent for recalling me to my task... The Onion Pigs were buddies who lived in LA. Our first times playing out of our garage were at their place. We'd go up for the weekend and jam with them in their living room. It was in that room we got the name Trumans Water. Our drummer, Jeff Jones, came up with it (he would later go on to play in a band in Albuquerque, NM called "Scared of Chaka" - a name he came up with as well). We had a set list of the few songs we had written on the back of a business card. The card was for a mechanic named Thurman Swayner. The card got knocked around on the floor during a jam session and afterwards Jeff picked it up and said, "trumans water, what's this?" He was a little tipsy so it came out slurred like a drooling yak. We all had a good laugh and decided that would be our name (notice, no apostrophe!). At that point we were changing our name daily. A couple I can still remember were Oyster Brain and Debbie Gibson's Butt... There were a whole slew of them though that I can no longer recall... So, at the Onion Pigs' place we played our first outdoor show in their front yard. I cant' recall the chronology exactly but it might have even been our first gig. Trumans decided we'd all wear sweaters. An experiment we would never repeat due to the intense heat they generated. This led to the Onion Pigs calling us Trumans Sweater whenever they got the chance. The Onion Pigs rocked the place and then, I believe, there was supposed to be another band that was headlining but, I think, the cops came and said we had to stop the music. The next day, while walking out to the car, something strange happened. I had the keys to the car in my hand as I walked out. I unlocked the door on the passenger side, then walked around to the driver's side. When I raised my hand to unlock the door the keys were gone. I was astounded. I retraced my steps and still couldn't find the keys. We all searched for hours on the ground around the car. They never turned up. We had to drive in another car down to San Diego, get the spare keys, then drive back up to be able to drive back down again. Somehow they just disappeared in my hand. I never understood what happened there.
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