The Out Of Bodies are an odd entity...It can be five of us, but never has been. It can be four of us, but seldomly. More likely it's been three of us, even more frequently than that, two - and it's been speculated that the essence of the Out Of Bodies can even be channeled through a singular unexpecting host, which can be any one of us at any given time. Having been art school chums for as long as we have been, we've discovered it futile to resist this strange phenomena which has brought our like minds together - melding our individual tastes and influences into one strange musical embodiment.
Seldom organized (to say the least) we recorded sporadically, haphazardly, and as Mrs Torrielo across the street would say "too damn loud". Our recording techniques were crude - a beat up analog Fostex 4-Track recorder and when that wasn't available, a Sharp double-deck boom box purchased by a slippery electronics boutique salesman on Times Square. And yet, to our amazement, we still managed somehow to accrue quite a repertory of original recordings and covers of our favorite songs by other artists - in spite of the fact that with the exception of one of us none of us could really play an instrument all that well. But what the Out Of Bodies lacked in refinement, some would say they made up tenfold with spirit.
Music wasn't recorded in hi-tech studios on state of the art digital equipment... but in bedrooms, kitchens, living rooms and even bathrooms. Guitar cases and bottoms of trash cans were frequently used as percussion. Souvenir maracas, toy xylophones, soda bottles and a ventriloquist doll's head - all fair game in an average Out Of Bodies recording session. Lyrics? They didn't need no stinkin' lyrics... why ruin a perfectly fine mess by actually knowing the words? But all of this light-hearted tomfoolery
eventually gave way to the inevitable forces of time, nature and the rising cost of gas and what it costs to cross the Whitestone bridge into the Bronx. By the millenium Out Of Bodies sitings became increasingly sporadic, and by 2008 the anomalous OOBs reached folklore status - perhaps due in part by the near-hysterical fan adulation caused at the ever-hyperbolic outofbodies.com website.
Like it says somewhere on there"...we wanted to be the Beatles... we'd settle for the Monkees... we ended up the Bugaloos." Never having recorded anything outside of our bedrooms it was obvious we were joking (honestly, we were) - but still it moved one writer friend of ours to coin us as "the greatest band that never was" - - - and so there you have it.
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