It may seem like a brand-new Fantastic Product, but The People have actually been Doing That for quite a while now. The People Who Do That started in 1994 in Tucson, Arizona, where they quickly gained a reputation for their brusque and fearless brand of sketch comedy. In their Tucson years, The People were privileged to be the in-house sketch comedy troupe at Laff's Comedy Caffe, and they won the coveted and glamorous Best Entertainment Program in 1995 from the Arizona Cable Awards. A few references to our desert glory may be found here, here and here.

The People disbanded in 1997 to pursue a life of crime. The People have since reunited, and it feels so good!

In addition to their regular appearances on KiLLrAdIO, The People have produced three live shows in Los Angeles: Fantastic Product, The Thanksgiving Special, and National Corporate Radio. The People also appeared at the San Francisco Fringe Festival in 2001 where they will be appearing again in 2005 with their new show, CornTato.

In short, The People Who Do That are shiny things that take off your pants and explode. The cast currently consists of the following freaks:
The first time I met Miles Hindman he was covered in his own filth and women’s undergarments, and panhandling for spare change at the monkey house of the local zoo. After a few hot bowls of soup, and several blasts of the hose, he set out to seek gainful employment. He quickly got a job wearing women’s undergarments and asking for spare change at the monkey house of the local zoo. Since he was self-employed, it wasn’t before long he had to fire himself for sexual harassment. These days he’s taken to stealing my newspaper and pretending to read, and ranting endlessly about his plan to build his secret robot monkey army to steal the brains of the non-believers. He is also a certified falafel massage therapist and figment of your imagination. Bigfoot lives in his basement.
Derek Iversen can only count to three. However, that hasn’t stopped him from becoming one of the most admired and accomplished kazoo players of his generation. He has conquered more planets in the last few years than most people visit in a lifetime. He is also personally responsible for the death of George W. Bush, in his mind. Derek doesn’t find it ironic that he is both the inventor of the microwave gun and a peace activist. He just wanted to make popcorn from a safe distance, okay? Anyways, he’s done a bunch of amazing crap that you’ll never understand. He can make a taco out of old newspapers and floor polish. Can you? Derek has rocks that glow and pants that zip. He didn’t come here to cause no trouble, he just came to do the Superbowl Shuffle.
Once upon a time there was a little girl named Kimberley Mooney who was a no good, hooch thieving, pie eating, tart tongued harpy. She lives a brazen life of hoboing and train hopping. When’s the last time she did an honest day’s work in her life? Never, that’s when. And don’t get me started on church going. She might as well up and go to hell right now for all her demon soul is worth. Don’t never let that floozy play you one of her ukulele “lullabies,” or you’ll wake up to find yourself naked, bruised and covered in cat littler. And if you’re fool enough to let her sleep in your tool shed, don’t come crying to me saying, “What happened to my best sniffing glue!?” Well, guess who? She’s a maniac, maniac on the floor. She has the power of Greyskull. Knife to the eye!
Merry Resnick passed away centuries ago in a tragic yoga accident. Immediately upon her untimely demise the gods of this world deemed her too valuable for the Earth to lose. They draped in her the finest gossamer weave and shiny rhinestones, and sent her back to us in our time of greatest need. She has returned, in her current form of perfection, to fight injustice with her powers of love, understanding and cold-blooded revenge. What are you gonna do about it, punk? If you would like, she would be happy to read out loud from the works of Shakespeare, Mamet or the Yellow Pages. Merry knows way more about George Clooney than you do, and has more shoes than you could possibly imagine. She’s buying gold. You will fall in love with her.
The story of John Seymore is a sordid and ribald tale, filled with murder, lust and confusion. His adventures on the seven seas, throughout the jungles of deepest Africa, and on the mean streets of the greater San Fernando Valley area are filled with madness and squalor. For instance, John once ran a stop sign and later that same day lied on his tax returns. Yeah, take that, copper! He’s not paying that parking ticket either! John is a ruthless master of the pan flute. And you want to talk fisticuffs? Ha! If he wanted to, he could totally kill you with his gong-fu, but he recently injured his ass-back-neck. And it’s got this weird kinda green thing on it too. He’s gonna see a doctor about that.  Big Bad John, love you all night long. You know you like it. (Sorry, girls, he’s married.)

In times of crisis, how often have we all asked ourselves, “What would Steve Shannon do?” The answer is long and complicated, but may best be said, “You, if you play your cards right, baby!” His loose moral standards have made him a favorite with the ladies at juke joints and gin houses all along the (vegan) chitlin' circuit. Sure, his love skills are world renowned, but what about the private Steve Shannon? Or should we say, Starskee Suave? Yes, ladies, it’s true, this cat’s out of the bag! Put on your boogie shoes and you just might win a dream date with this funk DJ extraordinaire and legendary lothario. He will turn your world upside-down, look up its skirt, then spin you around and do it again. Available for parties, weddings, Bar Mitzvahs, and divorces. Awww, yeah.
all biographical info researched, written, and revised by
Bios Réal™—Miles Hindman, Proprietor