Captain Darby O'Bill & His Matees 3

Bio:

The grandest of tales, ye landlubbers beware! Aye, haven't ye blokes er ye wenches beheld? -- that of me Cap'n, nay, me friend, bravest of all sailors known by me (an' known by ye too, if ye yer wits behoove)! Now Cap'n an' his crew, three scurvied scallywags they be, they been a-float fer decades. They've hopped an' skipped from ship to ship, from port to port, 'cross sea an' bay. Cunning they be, aye, to elude ye Armada, to outsail ye British fleets, to o'erthink ye Freebooters. BEWARE the Cap'n Darby O'Bill an' we, his rumbustious crew!!! ::Booking and Information:: captaindarbyobill@gmail.com

Member Since:

October 29, 2006

Members:

Dead Jim [Jason Eisert]: Drums, Percussion, Vocals. Blackwater O'Flatkeys [Ryan Bohac]: Bass, Accordion, Vocals. Penelope Plank [Gwen Bradshaw]: Fiddle. Peg-Leg Greg [Greg Rhodes]: Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Harmonica, Jaw Harp, Kazoo, Vocals. Scarlet Night, Sailors' Delight [SaraEllen Hutchison]: Finger Cymbals, Belly Dancer. Swashbuckling Larry [Chris Eisert]: Acoustic Guitar, Trombone, Vocals. Evil Ezra [Ezra Kaufmann]: Flute, Saxophone. Nasty Nate Montoya de la Vega, el Segundo [Nate Foerster]: Mandolin, Bass, Vocals. Regular-Leg Greg [Greg Berry]: Percussion, Bass, Recorders, Vocals. Brandon "Hookhand" Hafer: Cabin Boy, Photographer, Graphic Designer, Webmaster. Percy Lancastershire: Imprisoned British Officer, Diarist, Scribe, Linguist, Landlubber. R.I.P.: Long John Bowen, Cabin Boy Corwyn Wilky, Ivan Nightingale, Andrea "The Dread Black Widow" Blair.

Influences:

Bonny Billy, Rum, Ale, Treasure, Wenches, Sailing, Cannibals, Pillaging, Plundering, Rape, Sodomy, Sacrilege, &etc., &etc., &etc., and so forth and so on...

Sounds Like:

..And now the STORM-BLAST came, and he Was tyrannous and strong : He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, The southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold : And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald. And through the drifts the snowy clifts Did send a dismal sheen : Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken-- The ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around : It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound ! --Samuel Taylor Coleridge--

Record Label:

Little Dutch Boy Records