By J. Buck Williams
The Triangle started as just another bar band from Seattle. But as the country exploded with righteous rage, they found themselves with a headlining gig at the revolution. From their jagged first tour, through their trials with a zombifying psychotropic drug and the destruction of a national treasure that sealed their infamy, The Triangle stayed one step ahead of the law . . . until one fateful encounter with luck and love taught them the true meaning of rock and roll.
Praise for The Triangle
—Patrick O’Neil author of Gun, Needle, Spoon, and former road manager for Dead Kennedys, Flipper, and Subhumans
“The Triangle has everything you wish your band had—chops, fans and an attitude to go with it. They do what you always wanted to do (except for the being wanted by the FBI part).”
—Scott Colburn, producer, Sun City Girls, Arcade Fire,and Animal Collective
“If J. Buck Williams writes songs like he writes books, then his inclusion in the Rock ‘n’ Roll Hall of Fame is a foregone conclusion. The Triangle is a riff-heavy, rockin’ good time.”
—Chris Walter, SNFU: What No One Else Wanted to Say
About the Author: J. Buck Williams is a writer and journalist living in San Francisco. He played bass for almost twenty years in Seattle and San Francisco, including hundreds of live gigs and a half dozen recordings, and has studied sound engineering. The best concert he ever saw was Roger Waters at The Gorge in Washington State in 2000.
