Andrew has been working on the night crew at Superstore for about a hundred years. They keep on offering him promotions but he keeps on telling them to stick it. Fight the power, Andrew! He lives on Saskatoon's east side with a redhaired girl named Ralanda and a giant cat named Noodles.

Happily underemployed, Michael spends his days playing Scrabble and watching old movies. He also writes sometimes. He sleeps on the sofa in a one-room apartment he shares with a mannequin named Amelia.

Dean studied hard to get his engineering degree. Then, just when we thought he would finally dedicate himself full-time to being a rock-n-roll drummer, he went off to see the world. After two long years, he came back, dragging along a Scottish girl that he picked up somewhere in Cambodia. Dean and Anne tried Canada for a while, and decided that they didn't much care for it. Now they're gone again.

Olin, who made my songwriting infinitely more complicated by teaching me how to play augmented and diminished chords, once attempted to walk from Oregon to the southern tip of South America. He made it as far as California, was attacked by a puma, and came home. But he grew tired of Saskatoon soon enough. Odds are that, as you read this, he's off roamin' the world again.

It was Brad and I who, one recess in eighth grade, dreamed up the idea of forming a rock-n-roll band. We were going to call ourselves "Beenz". Eventually Brad moved to Nelson, British Columbia, and got married. He's still into music, but he doesn't play guitar any more - nowadays he generates ambient electronic grooves on a little magical toaster.

Back in the days when we played punk rock and went by the name Peter, Paul & Pus, Mark was our lead singer. He left the band abruptly in twelfth grade when he realised he could get more chicks if he didn't associate with us.

Karryn and Olin had, um, a complicated relationship, which sometimes spun into awkward fights in the middle of rehearsal. Andrew and I could only watch in terror and amazement.

Sharon sang with us during the brief interval when we were known as the Drobotics. We performed once together in public, at the Lydia's open stage. I believe she's living in her hometown of North Battleford now, working as a teacher, and presumably still belting out Patsy Cline songs at the least provocation.

I've known Jason - or Jordan Haze, as he now likes to be known - since we were little kids. We hired him to play lead guitar and make skronky sound effects for the first incarnation of the rock opera. Since then he's moved back to England, where I heard he was working on a rock opera of his own. Ride on, Space Cowboy!

I'm not really sure what happened with Raelene, who played flute and cello and sang with us for a while. She stopped returning our phone calls for some reason.

Honourable mentions to the casts of both versions of our rock opera: Room to Breathe & 404