Loaded with old favorites and originals that someday will be,
and armed with a batch of low tech whizbangs
that can barely be classified as instruments,
The Smokin Fez Monkeys
are a special ops unit in the war against seriousness.
If you force us to describe ourselves,
we might evade you with something artsy and esoteric like,
“Cheapshot trashophonic retrovaudevillian gypsy hobo quackeristic
wackhouse with a twist of Spike on the cutting edge of cornball.”
But you can just call us a jug band.
Our mission is to do to music what the Wienermobile did to the auto,
what M.C. Escher did to the third dimension,
what Bugs Bunny did to Elmer Fudd.
We're trying like crazy to put the fun back into live music
and bring the audience back into the mix.
So give us a listen.
Better yet, come and see us. And prepare yourself to
clap your hands and stamp your feet and sing along;
be part of the show, make smart remarks, and have a barrel of fun.
We were going to say something about our great talent
and brilliant technical skills, but we're out of space.
Oh, yeah. Don't buy anything from Rattletrap Jack.
The Grateful Dead and the Beatles *both* started out as Jug Bands. What does Bob Weir (from the Dead) think of Jug Band music? Watch this video at 0:04.
SO glad you'all had a good time!!! Now that you've dunked your toe in the international folk pool, don't be surprised when Brussels calls......... I'm just sayin'...... xoxoxoxo Cindy
Hey Monkeys. Thanks for befriending us we have some working titles for this
season! Coconut Christmas, Merry Christmas I'm Pregnant! and Oh! New
Years Eve. We'll stay in touch it's gonna' be a heck of a season!
You need some hillbilly music, I think... with a nice shot of Doc Snock, a soupcon of that ol' Clam music and a taste of Portland in the good ol' days when men weren't old enough to look like monkeys, and the Fez wasn't a venue yet
