Bio Peter Law's mother was in route to Billings Montana when he decided to come into the world. Pete's mom took a little detour in Casper, WY to have another kid. His early months he was kept in a dresser drawer as his family had no money. Soon he was calling the barber daddy. Mommy moved to Minneapolis, MN - Peter spent time scavenging through his grandpas farm junkyard for scraps. His teens were spent in the dark and cold streets of downtown Minneapolis. He found a guitar for $15 at a garage sale. He bought it. Strings were set way to high, and the old rusty metal strings cut into his fingers as he learned chords from a Mel Bay chord book. At night he would get a babysitting job at a neighbor's house who had a stereo and records. He spun Bob Dylan, the Doors. Mesmerized. While he walked the inner city streets - he heard new sounds like The Clash, Elvis Costello pouring through the record store Oarfolkjokopus. Spending time at 7th Street entry where new acts like Prince and Peter Himmelman would play. Holding money for the hookers in the strip clubs downtown for free drinks - he received an inner city education before it was cool. He met the girl - fell in love - who - horrified by his lack of social skills and general education and earning potential promptly dumped him for one of his best friends. Peter went to his guitar - his friend - and with his pet dog - wrote his first song called "The Ballad Julie Doll and Mikey Mouse". A college radio station picked up the song, and at his first gig in St. Cloud MN, he was terrified to see the crowd outside. He got a quick education about the music industry when the owners quickly adopted a new "cover charge" policy. He played just 40 minutes to a sold out small coffee house for two free irish coffees. At the end of the set he looked down to see his left hand covered in blood, and his ex girlfriend and best friend clapping. A girl came up to him and asked him to go to Paris. Peter Law had arrived. In an effort to escape the now offensive sleaze of the music business, desperate financial crisis and get very far from the unstable Paris chick, he moved to Denver. Putting several bands together. He met the new girl who would not see him - too many issues to list here. He wrote and produced his 1st record called "Skip the Niceties". Released to acceptable reviews - the record drove the faithful to his shows. Playing to sold out houses in the early 2000's. But he succumbed to corporate life, working for "the man" until he was laid off. He returned to his friend, the guitar, and a picture of his dead dog. He culled his song book for memories and wrote new ones. He called his only friend Dan Kayser over to hear the new song "Like Hemingway" (an appropriate song about the true nature of the female species and booze). January 2009, Dan said - when do we start recording...... "The Kid" aka Peter Ferguson came on board, eeeking out just enough time to lay down some tracks between his 6 other bands. Law saw Richard Nelson "The Monkey" walking down the street with some hot chick in one hand, and a set of drumsticks in the other - he pulled his broken down Ford Tempo over to the side of the road and said - hey you - wanna play some music - he was in - hot chick in tow. So here you are....reading this.....a member of the faithful. Buy it. See them live. They are back in force. We all love you. Respectfully, The Writer End