Barry the Bass Player Bass, Bass, and Bass S T U F F Born: Yes. Died: Not that we are aware of. Wife: Nancy - she makes the Kleiber compound complete. Kids: Barry: 0 Nancy: 1 (barry) Favorite Strings: Bass strings. Favorite Fish: Haddock - go figure. Claim To Fame: He is the largest mammal in the band. E-mail: barry@ntj.com You know how the saying goes - we learned it in childhood. We use it almost daily. It has saved us all in many a spelling bee. "I" before "E" except after "C", and in the word "Kleiber." His name is Barry Kleiber, and this is his story. He was born a lover, not a fighter. Soon after loving, there was metal. And after metal he went straight into disco - no turning back. It was powerful. Soon seeing a market for an Iron Maiden/ABBA tribute band, Barry (aka Berry, Barrie, Beary, Bearie, Bare E) sold his new wrestling tights, traded a few pokemon cards and other valueables and bought a harmonium. Being not exactly sure as to why he did this, Barry confidentially confided with his closest closet confidant - King Tabor of Ur. Obviously he was unaware of the fact that the Chaldeans had all but eradicated said kingdom several thousands of years ago. but I digress...) Spending the summers in Rangoon did nothing to ease his pain. he tried Donkey Kong, but was left feeling lonely. Vanilla Fudge was useless. He felt lifeless even though he could always triumph in a game of Connect Four with any random fourth grader from the ancient sacred crypts of Egypt. One day whilst following eight sympathetic, apathetic, diebetic old men on rollar skates with a marked propensity toward procrastination and sloth, he found himself in Brussels with a man, 6ft 4 and full of muscles. He said, "Do you speak-a my language." Barry just smiled and gave him a vegemite sandwich. So, off to Chile he was searching for the eleusive "Los Joneses, No" Little did he know that he'd actually find them in Chicago.