The MOYL story is not quite as interesting as a C.S. Lewis offering. It is not quite as funny as a Brian Regan concert.
It is not quite as touching as a Lifetime Movie. But I am still going to tell it.
It was the early 90's. Mike and I had been toying rather half-heartedly, in fact it was practically a joke from the start,
about forming a really good crunch-metal band. Not hair/glam metal, not grunge, not alterna-rock, just straight ahead heavy
riffs. You know, music that stays crunchy in milk, like Anthrax, Pantera, or older Metallica. We had tossed around several
band names, the first few relating to barbecue pits for some reason. One day Mike was reading a music magazine and they were
interviewing Van Halen. The interviewer was pestering Eddie about their new album that was to be released soon and was trying
to get Eddie to spill the beans on the name of the album. Eddie said something to the effect of,
"It doesn't matter what the name of the album is, if it has good songs, people will buy it. We could call it
Mustard On Your Leg if we wanted to and if it has good songs, people will still buy it."
Mike knew right then what our band name would be -
Mustard On Your Leg
I quickly came up with some logos and a drawing for our mascot - Mustard Man! We made about 20 t-shirts and gave them to our friends.
We even created names for other bands that could go on tour with us:
Chocolate In Your Pocket - one of the first ever rapcore bands
Spinach In Your Teeth - rock-a-billy at its finest
Barbecuemitsfahfits - straight ahead alterna-rock
MelonCollieFlower - dreary depressing rock
Oh we had some good laughs with all of those. Anyway, of course we never really formed a band, but we always were talking about
it and throwing out ideas and such. One year at the Cornerstone Festival somebody overheard us talking and asked us about it.
After they heard the story, they thought it would be funny to interview us as if we were a serious band and they were going to put
the interview in their publication. This was of course very funny to us, so we went along. Every year after that, our little group
of friends was referred to as the Mustard On Your Leg gang by many of the folks at C-stone who witnessed the frivolity of that
interview, so.....
The Mustard On Your Leg gang (MOYL gang for short) is really just a big group of friends. Some of us have known each other since
grade school, others are recent inductees into the "gang". It's just one of those things where it is really amazing how many of us
there are and how much alike we are in so many ways, and yet how different we are at the same time. The friendships created by the
MOYL gang span many age groups and several states. Some of us don't get to see each other more than once a year, or even less sometimes.
But when we get together....it's always just like old times.
Why does MOYL exist?
MOYL would exist even if we didn't choose to call ourselves by the name. We would still all be friends and we would still enjoy hanging out together.
I guess it just helps for the sake of this website to have a name associated with the group. Even though there are many of us who don't see each other
very often, we still keep in touch. When we do get together, we still like to sit around and talk about "the good ole days". In a sense, to me MOYL is
just a way for me to recognize some of the most important people in my life - my friends. For whatever reason, God has chosen to bless me with lots and
lots of friends. I find it weird that there would be anyone out there who would really want to hang out with me on a regular basis. I am often arrogant,
anal, brash, ill mannered, crude, and downright disgusting sometimes. But I have found that there are plenty of people out there who understand that those
bad character traits are such a minor part of my overall make up. They look beyond those things and find something positive in me that has proven to be worth
befriending me. For that I am forever grateful. I cherish my friendships so much and I hope that through this website, you too will appreciate what a great
group of people the MOYL folks really are.