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Watsup gangsta. Welcome to our hella site. We are last place heroes, a punk rock band from Flemington, N.J. We sight our collective influences as The insane clown posse, 98 Degrees, Frankie goes to hollywood, Linkin park, and Flock of seagulls. Imagine all those bands rolled into one and that's us. Our lineup is as follows: Jake Meyer (Guitar, Vocals). Jake enjoys imterpretive dance, smokin blunts with the homies, bustin caps in whitey, and long summer nights on the porch sipping ol' fashioned lemonade. Tim Lenscack (Guitar and backup vocals) Tim enjoys rapping with Snoop Dog, pimpin da bitches, and nights spent at neverland ranch. Nick Renda (Bass) Nick enjoys stealing from the poor, setting fire to homeless shelters, and making fun of retarded children. Joe Geiss(Drums) Joe enjoys being a hunk of man, and he has really nice calves. Last place heroes was formed when Jake, Nick, and Pearce Linkroum were freshman at HCRHS. Since Jake and Pearce could hardly play guitar and Nick only had a Yamaha acoustic, that incarceration of the band didn't get much further then covering "Lose Yourself" by Eminem in Jake's basement. Almost a year and a half and about 10 lineup changes later, we have somewhat learned to play our instruments and actually have 3 songs done plus a cover of Punks in Vegas by the Bouncing Souls. Jake has some great ideas for the band. "Im changing my name to a symbol, like Prince," he says. "My new name will be "?" Also, when we play our first show, I hope to have wild bobcats roaming around the stage. That'll be really deep." So what's next for Last Place Heroes? A show? An Album? A sweaty backstage three-way between Tim and two gay midgets? Lines of women crawling on their knees saying, "Please Jake we want your hot body we'll do anything!"? Probably not. But we can play Lose yourself like hell and in the end, isn't that what really matters?