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Jobe Chocolates

aka, six string psych master and in some remote regions of Asia, geeeetar guru gargantuan! This bad mama jama has been slaying ear drums for over ten years now. I first encountered Jobe C. in the band room back in high school. I was headed up to grab my saxophone and I heard for the first time the unmistakeable snarl of Jobe's ol' Dean Markley amplifier channeled through an og Ibanez tube screamer. You could say that my mind was blown, I remember being facsinated by the pure, raw sound he was cranking. Then I find out my big bro had already made friends with this guy and was starting a band. I immediatley enquired about any postition that they might want filled, only to be thwarted by my brother who said, "fuck you man, this is my band". Anyhow, I knew that I was destined to make music with this guy (Jobes) and before long (after cross country practices) Jobes was giving be rides home and turning me on to real rock and roll. Jobe Chocolates is nothing short of a living legend, he has that effect when you're with him, you know you are in the presence of greatness. His completely unique guitar style is nothing short of pneumonia...sick as fuck! Jobe, we love you. May your guitar always burn with desire and may your fingers never fail to grace it's strings.