Bob ~ songs, singing, acoustic guitar, bells, percussion, sugar.
Paul ~ electric guitar, singing, bass drum, harmonica, tin whistle/recorder, flour.
Luc ~ lap steel & electric guitars, singing, drums, bass, bells, salt.
Influences
We no longer play under the influence.
Sounds Like
Try to imagine the nicest little cutest little boy, just adorable in his school uniform hat jacket and shorts with the knobby chubby knees and whatnot, walking to school and running into some walking fucking sharkdudes that Moitalize the kid to all hell - just make a Mess of him, when outta nowhere comes Kendall "The World's Happiest Unicorn" (who was smokin' Ice behind the school toolshed) breakin' off some with his 'corn' into the sharkdudes and touching his magical bloodied corn into the boy's remnants, making him whole again, then our boy climbs on Kendall's back and they ride into the sunset, where school is cancelled all the time. The End. This is what my pastor said we sounded like, anyway.
Your Loving Tiger: some called us 'avant-garde children's music,' others called us 'The Fugazi of Ragtime,' some said we were brave and brilliant boymen, others 'weirder than [we] really are,' but most bastards didn't call us anything, anytime, anyhow :( those saturday nights sure were lonely!
So now, 'in a coma' you say? Well, Bob's the guy who sings and writes the most and he went home to Pennsylvania to dry out and get fat for an unspecified period. Thus, we find ourselves in a haze or happy dreamland or whatever a coma is..
Fortunately, we got in the studio in Spring '06 and made a time capsule of our odd little lives in this place and time - it's called 'What Gives.' And for a small sum ($10 plus s/h) you may understand what we were trying to do with the free time from our shitty jobs, what helped us wake up in the morning - something we thought was worth creating and hoped somebody gave us the chance to shareblahblahblah. . then we got drunk and hit bad notes and got kicked out of the 400 Bar for telling off the owner. . as they say Up Nort, that was 'mint.'
In conclusion, friends if you like and/or miss us and want us to play again fork over the ducats and buy our pretty alright album. If you won't take our word for it, check out some reviews from various nerds in our blog if you wish - and oh yeah, thanks for visiting.
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We also appear on a benefit cd for Daybreak! Newspaper with 20 other local yokels performing a rollicking live version of "We All Had A Real Good Time" at the Belfry Center - so swell it's Swollen! Find That Thing Here:
verse G B7 C G there's somethin' bout a thursday that hurts my lower back. i be loopin' 'round this podunk town don't nobody wanna cut me any slack. G G7 C C7 but i'm a workin' man and i gotta get paid if i'm gonna buy a ticket to the big parade G D C G but my grandma say: you better buy me 'nother radio D C G oh buy me 'nother radio
there's somethin' bout a thursday that makes me wanna dip makes me think i need to learn yoga makes me fall down the stairs and break my hip i was swappin' recepies with a green beret when he told me all about the big parade and grandma say... E7 Am C D Daug ain't it hard when your lonely and you don't know what to do? i know it is hard on me must be hard on you
there's somethin' bout a thursday that don't make any sense makes me camp in my bed makes me fuck in a tent oh well you gotta tell a lie if you wanna get laid and take your place in the big parade but grandma say... there's somethin' bout a thursday that gives me a disease i handed you and oyester and you handed me the keys but then you stabbed me in the back with an ancient blade when i made my appearance in the big parade and my grandma say... ain't it hard when you're fucked up and talkin' to a tree you said it was hard on you must be hard on me. (slower) there's somethin' bout a thursday sets my spirit free make me want to tell you how much you mean to me i say what i mean and i mean what i say i'd like to take you to the big parade. grandma say you better buy me 'nother radio
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