Matty FX (Vox, Guitar)
Count Davula (Drums, Gang Vocals)
C.U. Stab (Bass, VGB's, Rodie, Water Boy)
Influences
If one night Alice Cooper, The Ramones, The Clash, Rancid, Guns and Roses, Kiss, NOFX, Catch 22, The Stray Cats, Reel Big Fish, Bob Marley, and Blaster the Rocketman had a lovechild it would be Jack the Burro!
Sounds Like
Thrice, The Huntingtons, NOFX, Dashboard Confessional, Tiger Army, System of a Down, Blaster the Rocketman.
OK so you want the life and crimes of Jack the Burro?
Are you sure?
Well I can't tell you all, but I can tell you what I believe to be the truth behind the legend.
It all start in May of 2002 with three friends, one was 22, another 16, and the last had just turned 14. They had come together in Aberdeen South Dakota to record some demos that would be sure to launch all of there musical carriers.
Over the the course of a week and half they had recorded three incredible songs that displayed deep emotion and mature musicianship.
The name of this band? Static Line. What do they have to do with Jack the Burro? Everything! If it where not for Static Line FX69 (or as you know them, Jack the Burro) would never be!
Fast forward two years, the youngest of the unstoppable trio for mentioned had just moved to a new state, He was living with his parents in the one of his dads friends basement. With no friends, and no life he found him self seeking to occupy his time with the pursuit of music, and as fate may have it, one day while he was playing guitar he found a CD with the drums tracks that had been recorded Two years previous, and out of shear boredom he created a new chord progression, as well as new lyrics to go with these tracks. Forty minutes later, he had recorded all the tracks for the new song and had a rough demo.
Several days later, are young hero was at the library (what a nerd), when his eyes fell upon a flyer which read "rock and read, summer tour 2004". After examining the flyer he discovered that are beloved library system was hosting a contest, a rare opportunity if you will, for local bands to turn in songs that would be pressed on a CD, and given to every teenager that participates in the ever popular library reading contest, and more then that these mindless, trend following, MTV manipulated teens would have the chance to vote on which of the fine bands that participate would have a chance to play at the biggest independent music festival in the area.
After commenting to himself (as well as others) about the uselessness of this contest, as well as the inevitability of defeat, he turned in the song that made history on the eastern sea bored. A timeless classic called "Zombies".
It's two months later, a phone rings, a young man, that we now presume to know picks up "hello.... yes I'm Matty..... no FX isn't my real name, its kinda like... oh... um well we can play a pretty solid 30 minute set.... oh you only want us to play one song... how about 15 minutes.... OK 15 minutes it is.... I-uh-we look forward to meeting you to".
Two weeks before the big show Matty is at a loss, every drummer he's called is either busy with school, or non-existent. In a desperate attempt to find members for a supposed band that needed not only to write songs and practice, but to meet Matty went a Church, to pray, and plead that God would send him members for this fictitious band. While he was on his knees begging for a miracle he heard a loud noise, no it wasn't just a noise, it was the beautiful rhythmic sounds of a drummer betting a battered drum set to a bloody pulp. But where was that sound coming from? After searching for few minutes he found a stairway that led to the basement of the Church, and as he finished stumbling down the stairs he saw before him a young man with a halo over his head, playing along with a old vynal copy of NOFX's punk in drublic.
After starring at this mysterious figure for quite some time Matty worked up worked up the courage to speak "Hey... Uh... I was up stairs praying and I couldn't help but.." "ya ya I'll stop, I know 'I'll never get anywhere in life playing the drums' 'the only thing those are good for is praising God on Sunday', but boy I wish that someone would see that I could have a futter with music" interrupted the young man. Seeing his opportunity Matty acted quickly, "my name is Matty, I am an angel, and God sent me here, He sent me to help you, to help you become a rock star, you see He realized that America doesn't have enough petty entertainment, or entertainers, and he wants you to go and entertain the masses".
The young man looked at Matty, with puzzlement in his face, and for a few minuets silence prevailed. After what seemed like forever the young mans look of puzzlement turned to a grin, and then came the words "my names Count Davula, lets be rockin!".
oh matty... you silly goose... I miss you! lol, it was fun in Romania...i still have the flower... its dead, but i still have it!! YAY!! ill see you later! miss
