ZEN FRISBEE:
Kevin Dixon-Guitar,Vocal
Laird Dixon-Guitar
Brian Walker-Vocal
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Chuck Garrison-Drums
Shawn Albert -Bass
Clint Curtis-Drums
Andrew Maltbie-Bass
Jack Hughes-Bass
Mike Cowan-Piano
Crow-Drums
Jimbo Mathis-Drums
matt murphy-Drums
Paige Ivey-Bass
More??????? i forget....
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ZEN FRISBEE EXTRA CRISPY- circa 87-88
Kevin Dixon-Guitar,Bass,Vocal
Jim Freeburn-Bass,Guitar
Chuck Garrison-Drums
Brian Walker-Guitar,Vocal
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ZEN FRISBEE CLASSIC-circa 85-87
Kevin Dixon-Guitar,Bass,Vocal
Chuck Garrison-Drums
Brian Walker-Bass,Guitar,Vocal
I don't think these dates are right, we broke up a couple of times,
I think Kevin Mighta gone solo once....... if you remember, let me know.
A blatant plug for our upcoming show at the Cave in Chapel Hill on 4/25. Four all-instrumental bands goin' at it in a pile of lyric-free Ambrosia. Hope you can come by--I miss making faces at you on stage!
I had a wretched life. In the beginning as I grew; grew into the most vibrant skinned Cucurbita Maxima, I thought my life idyllic. Warm days in the summer and autumn sun. All the moments of my day spent listening to the sweet nocturnal sounds of cicadas and the master violinist simply known as Opeia Obscura. Blazing orange, the night filled me with blood. Then it happened. My worst nightmare. It is my only hope that my story, my life, will end this tragic tale.
Glad you finally put something new up there, if you can call a 15 year old music video new. How about changing the songs once in awhile. Did you see there were at least 3 zen frisbee fliers or photos illustrating the Independent's 25th anniversary thingy. More proof that ZF was the most important and influential band of the generation.
Have you seen 3:10 to Yuma? The kid in it looks just like Andrew. Decent flick, although at the end (spoiler alert) the bad guys suddenly can't shoot worth a damn.
Halloween '94 (Local 506 or the Cave?, I can't remember)-- ZF wearing flaming pumpkins over their heads, a totally smoking set but they kept bumping into each other on stage... Marc Sloop came up to me wearing a dress and a bonnet, and holding a shepherd's crook. "What the hell are you?" I asked. He snickered: "Little Bo Poop."
Wish y'all would release some more music, you were the perfect soundtrack to my misspent youth.
Where can I score the last disc? Record store folks just give me strange looks whenever I ask about tracking down a Cd by a band called "Zen Frisbee".
It makes me uncomfortable...
Hey Guys!! Thanks sooooo much for stoppin' in and throwin' us the add! We appreciate it more than ya know!! Keep listenin' and and keep on rockin'!! Best of luck to ya!! We'll talk to ya soon!!
I warned you: don't play in the fire, Marsha. But you're no fraidy cat, and you sure ain't no lady. No, you're crazier than Steven or the bad monkey. Man, they couldn't hang. Too many bad prescriptions... So, thanks to you, tonight I'm cruisin' with Randy Travis, and tomorrow I'm having lunch at Laird's again. Or he and I might eat at the Burrito Bunker. Is that good enough? Baxter Jones thinks so. And he's old enough to vote. Hell, we can't help that we're jonesin' right now. And then later, when there's a big train a'coming, Skeletor and Spoonman and the dolphin and truckstop girl and the headless horseman and Rakiesha and I plan to pass through Chatham Co. en route to West Virginia. With pit stops in the midwest and down south. Perhaps Chicago and Alabama/Good Gippi Miss Ippi will do? And we might even visit King Dooji's Fair. Ockknows. That is, before we all eventually return to Point Break. Did you know that that's where we go to fight the pipe these days? 'Tis there that I'll put on your clothes, and we'll celebrate Kaunji Kaunji Christmases, all the while remembering our glory days as 8th grade idols. Before retiring as old dying millionaires, of course.
portland is great so far. can't complain at all. if you're really thinking pittsburgh, just make sure you eat a lot of those sandwiches with french fries inside them at that place everybody remembers the name of except for me.