In his Santa Barbara hey-day, Chris was so slick, that his sax solos and impromptu Frank Sinatra vocals could get even the shyest of wallflowers out on the dance floor. He was also known to have wild and crazy cocktail/casino parties, where he would wear one of his three shirts that are exactly the same except for the color (touch the mouse to Chris to find out for yourself.) Unfortunately for the band, nobody really knows where Chris is right now... In fact, we've even written a song about it appropriately entitled, "Where's Chris Weisbart?". So if any of you run into the Sultan of Ska, tell him to call us, o.k.?