Halvorsen’s Loves

Meet the ladies that stir Hans Halvorsen’s heart.

Holly Hinkley
Red-headed Holly Hinkley is the Halvorsen’s first love. She is responsible for his pilgrimage to Seattle. Holly abandons Hans during the darkness, but her memory haunts him throughout the story.

Loraine Getter
The first time Hans Halvorsen laid eyes on Loraine Getter he was rendered speechless. The entire event was like a slow motion scene in a movie, when the protagonist first sees his heroine. But his scene wasn’t fancied up with a cotillion gown and a winding staircase. Nope, it was hidden in the mundane. Hans had walked up to the store to grab a cold sports drink on his third day of work. Fresh off her final exams, Loraine was making change for a kid buying sunblock and sunflower seeds. Intuitively, after catching a smile from the beauty, Hans began whistling his favorite Beach Boys tune.

Luscious Loraine Getter, with her dark honey-highlighted hair is proclaimed the ‘Queen of the Illinois’ by the buckers at Bob’s. She is a college student hell-bent on cleaning up the chicken waste dumped into the Illinois River by Capon’s factory.

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March 6, 2016

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Meet the Flat Tail Pickers

FTP

FTP is simply Bart playing anything he can get his hands on, Unit 3 banging the skins, and Hans strumming an acoustic and lending his voice. The sound of the Flat Tail Pickers is best described in this excerpt from the Tahlequah Times.

“…Imagine if a choir of angels got wasted on low-end booze and found out, at the peak of drunkenness, that their babies left them for some jackass demons. Then imagine that they picked up honky-tonk instruments and played songs that mean a heck of a lot to a wounded, but highly pissed off, heart. That, my friends, is the Flat Tail Pickers sound. It’s like a train is coming and you ought to dance right on the tracks. Drummer Dusty Spetz kept a savage beat, and Sammy Hagar of the week, Hans Halvorsen, did a convincing if not spectacular job. Yet again, it was Featherstone’s wild talent that carried the show. He’s a true musical wizard and the best picker in these parts. The FTP sound has the sweet undertones of a finely tuned 1970 Ford truck that gently rumbles your soul…”