Once upon a time in the small retirement community of Port Charlotte, FL...

It started in 1992 in Cory's bedroom on Saturday afternoons. We would get together and "jam" the same two Minor Threat covers and a few Misfits songs. The lineup was Brian Carpenter (he and Cory had been friends for a long time), Cory, Chad Young (C.Y.) and me. Cory would scream "NO MORE" to signal the end of some song. As the music died down, we heard Cory's Mom echoing back "NO MORE" (obviously a plea for mercy). But it stuck, and has come to mean much more.

Soon after hearing local bands such as Big Fat Grandpa, the kids from No More realized they could be writing their own songs with curse words and everything...

A year later, No More played their first show--Dylan's B-day party at the Beach Complex. We played with fellow friends and local bands Regret (included Mr. Shawn and Jesse), Give In (included Tim Hartman, Dylan, and Jay Smith) and Herbal Tea and the Breeze (members Chuck and Cathy went on to form The Real Fisticuffs). More shows followed at local clubs. One night, coming off stage, I was presented with a card from Truth Recording Studios. Unknown to her, the man presenting the card was no other than Dan Destructo of No Fraud. I laughed it off, thinking it was a joke, but six months later No More recorded their first cassette tape: Just the Beginning.

No More continued to grow up and broaden their musical horizons. Mr. Shawn left to pursue other projects such as John Q. Public--"Saving the World One Town at a Time." Cory was homeless a few times. We continued to play shows in the sleeping retirement town and occasionally get shut down by the police. No More also began packing their cars full of equipment and venturing to other towns to play shows. Around this time, the local skate shop that I worked at began having small punk shows in the back room--thanks to the owner Jon Morgan, who only needed a little coaxing. He built a stage with full track lighting and a new skate ramp. It was here that No More met up with partners in crime the He-Man Woman Haters (NOTE: The Heman Woman Haters have risen from the dead!).

Years of fun ensued--including an experience in Deland, Florida:

The bands booked a show at a college pizza parlor. The He-Man Woman Haters began complaining about the pizza they ordered while they were onstage. They were being their usual charming selves. The bands got shut down a few times, angered some fraternity brothers, and needless to say, were lucky to make it out alive with the eight bucks they paid us. No More went back into the studio and released a now very hard to find (you'd have to pry it from my dead hand), Just The Recording.

Now the band starts to go through some changes. I graduated from high school and began using using my intellect (haha) to write more socially conscious songs. I began to think that gov't, society, and life was smelling a little corrupt and you know all that-edge-of-18-what-am-I-doing-in-life stuff. Chad left the band to play for John Q. Public. He also put out a zine with Chad Dille called Underworld. So this great kid Bobby started playing drums for us. But soon after, tragedy hit when his father was killed. He took a leave of absence from the band (after playing one last show right after the funeral) and he's sure to return some day. That kid rocked. So then our current drummer, Christopher R. Weingarten, came onto the scene. `Nuf said. So just when No More is starting to resemble The Misfits with their repitior of drummers, Brian gets offereda position in a pretigious Jazz/Funk/Blues band. Being as talented and bursting with creativity as Brian is, we couldn't hold him back in the punk mold. He offered to train a replacement to play his talented and technical bass licks. Along comes Jesse from Regret and the Go-Devils. Both bands were broken up by this point so he was ready and willing to join (he was also my friend since pre-school).

Jesse and I spent a few weeks trying to harness and learn Brian's bass parts--all in all the transition went well. No More went back in the studio with their current lineup to record American Coverup. Then they toured with The Real Fisticuffs in August `98 before moving to Gainesville, FL. After that, they took over the world. THE END or is it?