BAD KARMA-guitars,vox, anecdotes
ADRIANN FALCON-drums, positive feedback
COMPASS-bass, a "can-do" spirit
Influences
People we know, books we done read, movies we seen, friends bands ALASKUS, THE AX, TOURIST music we like such as (but not in any ways limited too)--
Frank Zappa, Sleepy John Estes, Bad Brains, Rudimentary Peni, Peru Ubu, Dire Straits, Willie Nelson, Rolling Stones, Talking Heads, Eno, Elvis, The Kinks, Roy Orbison, Ricky Nelson, Devo, Judy Garland, The Fall, you get the idea,
Sounds Like
The unarranged musical notes that pee makes hitting the back of the toilet, if you arranged them into some kind of order.
People can talk all they want about the day Paul met John, or the day that Eisenhower met Patton, but a truly sweet day in the history of our Planet was the day that Bad Karma met Adriann Falcon. It was the Willamette Valley, during the holiday season of 2004 and it was so cold that even the locals described the weather as "really cold". Bad Karma was on the courthouse lawn gazing at a tree that had been decorated with white lights and assorted ornaments that had been donated by the community. Behind him and to his left was a small church choir rehearsing songs for a yuletide gala of some sort. Behind the choir, the sun sank quietly behind a large grey cloud, never again to be seen for the remainder of the day. The choir ran through O' Christmas Tree and O'Tannenbaum in rapid order. Across the street from the courthouse was a small blacksmith shop. Outside the blacksmith shop stood Adriann Falcon. He could be found here on most days listening to the ringing of the anvil, and the kind blacksmith tolerated his presence, and on slow days he would often step out to chat with the Falcon about interesting noises they had once heard or hoped to hear. As it was Christmas, the Blacksmith was much too busy to chat, and Adriann Falcon simply busied himself listening to the fall of the hammer and the ring of the anvil.
Presently, Adriann Falcon spied Bad Karma, and his interest was piqued. "Why does he stare at that tree so," wondered the Falcon. He wandered cross the street, sidled up to Bad Karma, and asked him "Why do you stare at that tree so?" Bad Karma looked at the Falcon. "You see those candy canes?" he replied. The tree, in addition to lights, and non-edible ornaments, was generously decorated with a variety of candy canes. "When the choir isn't looking, I'm going to take a few of those candy canes off of the tree, and later I am going to eat them." Bad Karma nodded at Adriann Falcon to show that he was serious. "Listen," said the Falcon, "I take candy canes off of this tree every year, and I don't care if any choir sees me or not!" The Falcon stepped forward and grabbed several candy canes off the tree. He gave two to Bad Karma. A small child from the choir ran up to Bad Karma and Adriann Falcon. "I saw what you did," he hissed. Bad Karma kneeled down and stared at the boy. "You didn't see nothin!" The boy stared back, and it seems possible that this staredown may have continued for quite some time had Adriann Falcon not bribed him with one of the Candy Canes. The Falcon, without saying goodbye to Bad Karma, returned acroos the street to his spot outside the blacksmith shop. History has no evidence of how Bad Karma spent the duration of this fateful night, but that is not important. What is important is the cosmic coalition brought about by a blacksmith and a Christmas tree, and although the two did not discuss music, or so much as exchange names, this day established a common ground upon which future conversations could be built, most of which began with Bad Karma saying, "You shouldn't have given that kid that candy cane."
