BAND NAME: Hour Past

WEBSITE: www.ratpakrecordsamerica.com/hourpast.cfm

MYSPACE SITE: www.myspace.com/hourpast

NAME: Josh Cardinal

NICKNAME: Cardinal, F*ck Tard, Landfill, J, Upside-down Popeye

BIRTH PLACE/HOMETOWN: Leominster MA

MUSIC LIKES: Industrial Metal, Prog Rock, Angry Mosh-Pit starting crap...oh yeah and Riverdance

WORST HABIT: Finger nails are yummy.

BEST TRAIT/QUALITY: Very Honest. Usually welcoming to everyone. And I have a sweet ass.

PET PEEVE: People who mispronounce stuff…i.e.: Genera “jon-dra”

FAVORITE VACATION SPOT: Somewhere in the back of my mind…or Germany...whichever is closer at the moment.

PETS: Ryan the gear bitch.

WORST FEAR: Deep Water…and Big Fish…and Bad Sushi

FAVORITE BEVERAGE: Vault…or a Mudslide

BEST TOUR STORY:
Here Goes:
New Years about 4 years ago…I think. We had a 2 night show in Manchester at the formerly named Hogs Trough for a label showcase deal. We had booked a bunch of hotel rooms together with all of the bands that were on the bill. We owned the entire east wing on the second floor of this poor unsuspecting hotel…he he he. I had decided to call it a night around am...ish. The next morning when I went out into the hall everything was black…like night. I went back into my room and closed and reopened the door hoping that they would magically come back on. O.K. So here’s what happened. My singer and guitar player thought it would be funny to unscrew EVERY light bulb on the floor…even the elevator. Not all the way out, just enough to put them out. A couple of maintenance workers were walking up and down the hall (for about 3 hours at this point) swearing up and down about the breakers being fine…and “yes you f*%&ing idiot I check the light switch”. I then walked down to my singers' room to find out what happened…I knew he was involved. As I opened the door I saw this:
1. My girlfriend lying on the floor…wearing my singers' shirt.
2. My singer curled up into a ball under the end table
3. “Label” in the other corner spooning with...
4. ...my guitar player
5. Both were covered by the mattress
6. Label had the broken room phone on his head
7. All of the industrial wheels on the beds shattered
8. The shower curtain missing
9. Toilet pack full with hotel towels
(now I’m sure there was more…I just don’t care to remember)

Apparently sometime during the night my girlfriend and my guitarist decided to go a few rounds of back-yard wrestling in the room…and everyone was involuntarily drafted into it. And to top it all off…the hotel room was put on my other guitar players credit card…he was not impressed. I laughed my ass off!

ONE SUPERPOWER, WHAT WOULD IT BE: Invisibility...he he he...can you say locker room?

YOU'RE 15 YEARS OLD AND MAKING A TAPE FOR YOUR GF/BF, NAME THREE SONGS YOU WOULD PUT ON THE TAPE:
Hot for Teacher (Van Halen)
Thick as a Brick (Jethro Tull)
Wasted Years (Iron Maiden)

WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE CARTOON AS A CHILD: Transformers…and Heavy Metal

DO YOU HAVE ANY TATTOOS AND/OR PIERCINGS:
Both ears pierced
An Arch Angel from X-Men on my left shin

WHAT WOULD BE THE TITLE OF YOUR AUTOBIOGRAPHY: 20 Things Not to Touch, Taste, Feel or Smell

YOUR STORY:
I am a drummer. I like food…to the point where I have earned the nickname of “Landfill”. I have an unusual addiction to peanut M&M’s. I have tried food from over 30 different countries (I was in the army for a couple of years) and most were comparable to an oral bowl-movement…and many were less appetizing then a bowl of Cap n’ Crunch covered with Corona and Worcestershire. I have a bizarre imagination and frequently find myself hooked on some new RPG...or...racing game. Other than that….well I have a beautiful…happy…insanely articulate 3 yr old tornado...you know the type: wakes up running and only stops to spin in circles destroying everything in her path. And unfortunately she will be smarter than her dad by the time she’s 5…ok 8 but that’s pushing it. She learned how to tell me and her mom off at the age of 14 months… If you ever had a toddler call you a stinky poop head when you tell her to eat her carrots then you know my pain. But pretty much I’m a boring home body. The only time I go out is on movie night and for the band. I know this section is kind of lame…I’m much more fun in person...kind of the class clown you could say...come to think of it…my Autobiography should be called: