Nick, Chuck Smiley, and DaveO. Plus a bucket full of kick in the nuts punk rockery.
Influences
Basically we are all influenced by the cool kids and they way they make a man feel nauseous. You know how a band can play some total ass-style of music, but then dress cool, and add the word "Punk" to their self description? "My name is Theodore and my band plays rectum/electro punk." Sorry Theo, eat a big bowl of dick cereal. Unless you're Fonzy, you're probably not very cool. We in the Baby Arms have come to terms with our un-coolness, and have in fact embraced ugliness and stupidity. I got fat on purpose.
Sounds Like
Really, humbly, I would say we sound like a rip in the underpants of time and space. Embarrassing maybe. But really very undeniable. Have you ever had to buy new underwear for existence? Didn't think so. So how would you know anything?
What is there to say, really? The Baby Arms are just four of your average Non-Deformists* who decided to be way hotter shit than seems reasonable. We all played in other bands, went to each others shows, drank beer, managed illegal gambling establishments, gave tigers their stripes, taught midgets to read, showed vaginas how to smile, (and not just a few how to frown), just, you know, you're basic small town punk rock and rollery. Then, blah, blah, blah, something happened, blah, blah, blah, we started practicing, blah, blah, blah, something, something, best band ever, now, us, we are it. It seems ridiculous to start, at this point, reeling of the list of insane-o, awesome things that we've done. It's just not doable at this juncture. If I were to type it all out my fingers would double over and vomit off their nails from exhaustion. My herpes would go into, back out of, and back into, remission. They would invent outer space and then go to it and then wait awhile and then claim it was all bullshit. Time, my, space friends, is of the essence, and it is starting to smell like Elizabeth Taylor in here. And not Elizabeth Taylor the actress, god damn it. Elizabeth Taylor the local homeless lady who gives all the young punks new boots and blow jobs.
Suffice it to say the Baby Arms are pretty fucking awesome. In fact I don't think we can even write a bad song. I believe it was last week at practice, maybe the week before, we were sitting around talking about that very thing. Someone said that it ,basically, wasn't fair to the other local bands that we could only write killer songs. We were using up all the gold and the other kids were stuck with semen and silly putty. So we decided to try and write a bad song. Just an off the cuff, who gives a shit, piece of petrified puke. Next thing you know, cocaine and prostitutes. That only happens when you are really good. It took about ten minutes for them to show up. But...I digress. Four guys. Punk rock. Check it out.
*Non-Deformist. (noun) Someone who's not deformed, dummy.
Great fucking show Saturday at the Vista, thanks for playing!
Here's a cheerful little ditty by Bukowski for you kids..
Alone With Everybody
the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and the men drink too much and nobody finds the one but keep looking crawling in and out of beds. flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh.
there's no chance at all: we are all trapped by a singular fate.
nobody ever finds the one.
the city dumps fill the junkyards fill the madhouses fill the hospitals fill the graveyards fill
Hey you guys- Awesome set last night at the Alibi. I took some pictures and posted 'em on my blog... Use them if you'd like, just give me photo credit, por favor.
