
Parvo was luckier than most bands; the personnel changes were few and weren’t acrimonious. In 1983, Flip (“I can get into these pants, but I’ll be damned if I can get out of them”) Morse joined as guitarist and vocalist extraordinaire. With Morse’s addition, the band started headlining major venues (bowling alleys in Tukwila, puppet shows at the Woodland Zoo, fundraisers for politicians). In settlement of a threatened class action lawsuit by Stet, the band agreed to change its name to “Neon Lips”—a name inspired by a t-shirt of the huge neon lips outside a Bellevue…ahem…adult toy store. The years of touring took their toll. In 1985, bass player Larry Ransom dropped out to write B-movie screenplays in Hollywood and was replaced by Mike (“Guitar repairer to the stars”) Lull. Sax player Russ Perisho disappeared during a show in Oregon and turned up in the Bagwan Ragneesh’s inner circle. Cliff (“My back is bothering me and I can only lift a beer”) Peterson jumped in to take over the sax duties. Vocalist Jill Lacefield retired to raise ostriches for an unsuccessful kiddie ride venture. And still Neon Lips rocked on, adding more current dance tunes.
With the new millenium has come a new resolve to introduce the Lips to a whole generation of fans who, thanks to senior dementia and drug flashbacks, have forgotten they’ve seen us before. Neon Lips’ latest addition is sax player and vocalist Michael ("Hell, I don't mind carrying that cabinet. I used to carry the whole damn show." and "Who stole my drink?") Kelbaugh, a veteran of the lounge circuit who knows where they make the best—and cheapest Harvey Wallbangers in town. So, as the Seattle Post Intelligencer once said: “Lock your doors..sequester your children…the Lips are coming!”
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