Uncle Tarquin Learned on the guitar and vocals, Jim Robertson on bass, Matt Hauser on drums, Ian (Smitty) Smit on squirrely guitar, Steve Feldman on percussion, Chris Mooney on piano
影響
Your mother's part-time lover
風格近似
Like a soggy-bottomed noodle slapping the bristle of your nape
This ain't your run o' da mill daddy's garage band. Wanna get down, get strange, get funky? Then you best get FELT. The tunes come at ya from all angles; be it Garcia to Lovett to Raitt to Waits to Bono and his boner and all tricky thangs in between. Just come meet us and FELTify. And have you seen our drummer ... too freakin cute!
Contact Uncle Tarqy at tlearned@gmail.com
We like your song on the PWR CD. Our track on the CD, "Love's Lost", was the 1st time we ever played it live. We're currently recording our 2nd CD which hopefully will be out this Spring.
By the way, the 12/8/07 comment on your page was not from us. Someone hacked into our account - sorry.
"MusicLocker LOUDLY Presents" ... FELT with special guest guitarist Glennn Alexander on Friday June, 13, 2008, at Tierneys Upstairs. 136-138 Valley Road, Montclair, NJ 07042. FELT plays 8 to 9:30 then @ 9:45 pm guitarists Jane Getter and Glenn Alexander "Six String Heroes". If you havent seen them do yourself a favor. www. tierneystavern. com
Whats up? I found this site and thought i'd tell everyone, it shows you if anyone at school likes you. I dont know how it works but its really cool, it told me a couple different people who have crushes on me since gradeschool. You gotta try it!
Krapadoodle and greetings from the planet of Kissamabutt!
We have traveled across many galaxies and myriad solar systems to survey this puddle of mud you call earf!
Upon arrival we sensed both inner and outer conflict on this rock. We therefore took counsel together and after one excruciating long microsecond of debilitating deliberations, decided there was nothing either on, in, or around this planet worthy of existence. Therefore, annihilation of the peoples of your planet was not only an excellent option but an imperative act of mercy for the rest of the surrounding universe.
As we entered into our cyberspace chamber to charge our weapons and ensure your mass destruction, a glitch occurred and the my space page of Felt appeared. The Earf alien started singing "Volcano" (the song of the universe), forcing us to reconsider our heavily pondered decision and overturn our previous verdict of total annihilation.
Your song has saved your planet!
You shall be rewarded by abduction from this puddle of mud and transported to our beautiful planet Kissamabutt, where each member of your musical group shall be ceremoniously injected in your buttocks with song juice (except for Uncle Tarqy who will be injected in the rectum with the highest honours because we love his voice so much), and hung by your genitalia from our highest edifice (our greatest honour and privilege) where you will sing the song Volcano redundantly until your life force runs out and you fall into the crowd of our adoring planeteers, who shall thereupon bless you with the honour of tearing your bodies to pieces and eating your remains.
Congratulations! Saviours of the Planet Earf!
