Grant Henry, aka Sister Louisa, aka The Happiest Man Alive grew up the middle child of Educators in THA South! Following the traditional path of Education and meeting all expectations of others, he received his Bachelor’s Degree in Business with a focus on Hospitality, After marriage and parenthood, he received a Master’s in Education followed by pursuance of a Master’s in Divinity, Pastoral Care (when he got ants in his pants, and bored in life.) Marriage, children, & the fact that life is too short… catapulted him into saying “fuck it” and start expressing himself authentically, and artistically. “Sister Louisa” was born out of a need for Grant to process his thoughts of Religion, Politics, and Sexuality, having grown up in the proper South. “She” realized that art is not neccesarily pretty, it is more about the liberation & preservation of soul, making it visible for contemplation & lubrication for us to evolve. CHURCH is an outer expression of Grant’s inner fuck-up-ness.

Fireworks enthusiast and lover of melted cheese, Jon started at Church as a bartender in 2011 after winning a bet with Grant Henry.  Three years later he moved to Athens to help open and operate Sister Louisa's Church-It's a Glory Hole!

“For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can’t readily accept the God formula, the big answers don’t remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.”
― Charles Bukowski

TT was raised by traveling Church of God missionaries, and began playing the piano in church as soon as he could reach it. As this itinerant lifestyle didn’t really support much in the way of formal education, books from relatives and Goodwills, plus the conversation of the crazyquilt of Americans he came across, sufficed. Now he draws his own conclusions, and invites you to do the sa

This is the first and last fully-semi functional, all analog, all digital, quadro-bipedal, mechoman currently tasked with pouring various flammable liquids into 8 – 16 ounce glass containers. While still incapable of processing verbal cues, it has as many as 7 pre-recorded responses that can be randomly played-back with a sequiter rate of 37%. To prevent escape and the inevitable massacre that would follow, it is melted down and demagnetized nightly after close.

“Thus, strangely are our souls constructed, and by such slight ligaments are we bound to prosperity or ruin.” -Mary Shelly