(NIck: Bass of Peace) (Ricardo: Drums of Love) (Sam: Guitar of Joy)
Influences
rainbows, unicorns, puppies, kittens, pretty much babies of any species, beings of light, leprechauns, bubbles, fruit juice, the President, cuteoverload.com, fairy kingdoms, sunshine, puffy clouds, happiness, smiles, winks, the thumbs-up sign, hi-fives, those little penguins, Family Circus, love, butterflies, church bells, waterfalls, resurrection, the sound of children's laughter, music boxes, sweet nothings, the Pope, Ghandi, Raffi, The Indigo Girls, stained-glass windows, the smell of sun-tan lotion, Precious Moments, walking though fallen leaves, building snowpeople, the beach, clean bathrooms, candy dishes, rosemary in olive oil, cupcakes, flowers, fresh bread, fun
Sounds Like
falling in love, walking hand in hand with G-d, skipping home from school with an "A+" on your spelling quiz, a perfect blend of justice and mercy, being woken up to the smell of bacon, floating in clouds, your car being able to turn into a submarine/plane, superheroes really existing, hugs
Fate. That's the only way to describe the amazing way this band came together. It all started when Karl was walking door to door, trying to hand out sunshine that he'd gathered in a bag. You'd think this would be easy, but people are suprisingly suspicious. That's the trouble with this world: not enough love. Well, along Karl was going, door to door, when he came to Ricardo's house. Ricardo was not in a good place. He'd been working as a waiter at Friday's and playing the drums for hours at a time as his only hobby. The drums were a good outlet for him, but he played along with a few of his then-favorite bands (Bloodgasm, Maleficent, Viral Load, Nun Slaughter -- can you believe what he used to listen to!). In fact, he was practicing along with his headphones just when Karl arrived at his door. Before ringing the doorbell, Karl stood and listened. He heard anger, but anger that could be turned to passion. He heard despair, but despair that could be turned to compassion. He heard hate, but hate that could be turned to love. All it would take is a little sunshine in a bag. When Ricardo finished playing a song by Fleshgrind, he heard a knocking. He thought it might be his neighbor, so he resolved to play even louder, but then he realized it was coming from the door. Boy, someone was going to get a earful when he answered the door. He was so angry he was steaming. But then, when he opened the door, he looked straight into Karl's bag of sunshine. Karl said, "Friend, we have much to speak about." Ricardo nodded and with a wave of his hand invited Karl in. They enjoyed a cup of tea and spoke of the wondrous nature of the world. After talking for half an hour, Ricardo's outlook on life had completely changed. He went to the basement and unlocked his pet, a door-to-door insurance salesman named -- you guessed it -- Sam. When Sam came upstairs he was very nervous and frightened, but then he looked into Karl's bag of sunshine and his pain fell away like a veil. The three of them enjoyed a selection of lollipops that Karl was carrying, and they talked long into the night. The had much to share with each other. They also realized they had much to share with the world. They decided to use Ricardo's furious drumming skills for the forces of good. Karl and Sam learned to play the bass and guitar respectively, and they formed a band. Ricardo wanted to call the band Journey, to describe the transformation that had taken place in his life, but that name was already taken. Sam suggested the name Velvet Underground, to describe the way he felt his underground dungeon had become a plush haven of joy, but that name was already taken. Karl liked the name Jefferson Starhip, to describe the way the third President's ideals could transport humanity to a different place, but that name was already taken.
"Here we are," said Ricardo. "Three cats in a band with no name."
"Cat," said Karl.
"Cat," said Sam.
"Cat," said Ricardo.
"Cat Cat Cat!" they all yelled simultaneously.
And so Cat Cat Cat was born.
Everyone's Forgotten is now my profile song. I will spread your goodness among my hippie brothers. You should connect with Kitty Hawk. They are good eggs. (nicer than Horserider).
I like how Peter Bjorn and John doesn't sound like you singing. Also, I like how I'm not your friend, so I can't post comments on your page and am instead randomly posting here. I'm awesome at computers!
Oh shit, just listened to Everyone's Forgotten. Love how rockin' it gets. But where'd the sexy harmonies go? Whoever sang those in the original version was pretty super awesome.
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That one pic with the 3 cats? Solid gold it is. Your shit is starting to sound like a rockin', more americana, Magnetic Fields. So is ours, coincidentally. Sam, check out our new "War incomplete". I uploaded it for you! Perhaps it doesn't have enough guitar solos?
-ben
Also, I like the new logo for you guys, though it reminds me of a) an electroclash band logo and b) that "special presentation" logo that would swirl at you before afterschool specials. Also, "Cut Your Teeth" could be called "Brush Your Nuts Off".
