Freddi "Mahatma Boom Boom" Price: vocals, trumpet, guitar, flutes, tablas, whistles, cittern, baritone horn, can-jo, toy piano, erotic historical discourse on iconoclastic philosophers, fantastical architectual prowess//Kirk "Captain Feedback" Lombard: vocals, harmonica, sousaphone, jawharp, Teignmouth Electron 2- string wonder, uke, ichthyology facts and boxing tutorials//
Larry "Reverend Wupass" Henderson: drums,percussion, vocals, tenor and baritone uke, marimba, homemade bass, neo-classical facial expressions, ability to tame the minds of the tortured//Max "A.Million" Baloian: accordion, guitar, bass, banjo, washboard, saw, mid-east uke,unpredictable moments of physical collapse, exquisite bourbon collection.
Influences
Ossie Schreckengost, Roy Smeck,Johnny Cash, Harry Smith's Anthologies, early 19th century nautical gossip, Tin Pan Alley standards, Atilla the Hun, the anthropological juggernaut and pie eating champion CF Hibben, Douglas Mawson and the crew of the Aurora in 1912, Doo Rag, Cambodian Stan, Tom Waits, William Shatner's effortless rolls during the first 4 seasons of Star Trek, Obrien's "Third Policeman", Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy, Mannix (as played by Mike Conners, aka Krekor Ohanian),Eugene V. Debs, the Viking Demon, Joe Hill, Bukka White, Miss. Fred McDowell,bottom-feeding sea life, Primitive Folk and Garage Musics from around the globe.
Sounds Like
The Three Penny Opera as interpreted by George Jones, Harry Partch, and Little Walter after a 3-day binge on Rye and Monkey Face Eel; Son House fronting a Salvation Army band on a whaling expedition.
The great George Edward "Rube" Waddell (1876-1914) was a fire engine chasing, hard drinking, alligator wrestling,baton twirling (to name a few) eccentric pitcher who played his most prolific seasons for the Philadelphia Athletics from 1901 to 1910. His true legacy, however, cannot be contained, grasped, or truly understood by his time on the diamond alone.
RUBE WADDELL the band is a quartet from the Mission District of San Francisco, CA that has taken him as their patron saint. Performing and recording their own breed of modern Americana music, they mix Blues, Gospel, American and Irish Folk, Country, Rock, Punk, comic Vaudeville, German theater, Mexican Banda, Mid-Eastern and Asian ditties into a raw junkyard stew stirred by their varied array of traditional and homemade instruments.
Whether in their street performances, club appearances, or puppet shows, The Rubes invite audiences everywhere to dance, drink, fall down, drink, nail well-done steaks to the ground, remember conquests of days gone by, and embrace the aural mixed bag of confusion and good times that is Rube Waddell.
Keep a sharp lookout for us showing up in your town so you know when to hide the silverware. As well, be on the watch for the definitive biography on the life and antics of the actual pitching phenom Rube Waddell, a weighty tome that is being penned by our very own Captian Feedback. It might be awhile, it has been nearly 5 years and 1000 pages and our story thus far has not even got us to the point of the oft thought "simple-minded" genius' entry into the minor leagues.
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Live At Leeds was once again a smashing success! Great to see you guys again. Maybe one of these days I'll get around to seeing one of your actual club gigs...
will see you at leeds...need you like i need water and fresh air. you make me dance and loose myself which feels great..ok maybe james brown also. love always j
kudos on Dunord show, it was a great bill all the way around, & you guys did your part, if the Chronicle article was complimentary then thats good, if not, I will never read it again....(wow)
I am left to wonder if I have been accursed or enthralled by exposure to the extraordinary music produced by you illustrious gentlemen. There you were, serenading me in a dream with Mawson's will, and since Jesus didn't die for me either, (a painter of scandalous images), I think being accursed sits just fine. therefore, thank you for your night-time visitation...
Dearest Rubes (or is that Wadells) Thank you for including us in your fine list of friends. Missing the Odeon Bar, as we do, it is almost like being brought back to the warmth of hearth and home, after a long day trudging through winters indigence. For the add, our thanks. Go Van Gogh
