so, I'm this one man banjo guy....
it's kinda weird, but I've been really passionate about it & I've gotten pretty good in the 3 years I've been playing around the bay area. the thing is, I started getting my shtick together & I thought it was the greatest, or at least had the potential to really rock so I really went for it. I was a one man band who played the banjo. I carved my own style out of sloppy rhythm. my feet do the basics & I sing my heart out. there you have it, the part that gets me though is the tradtion that I have enterd. the banjo has it's connotations & a cultural style which accompanies it. I was never bluegrass, nor am I (though I've been working on my bluegrass medely). singing came the first in my life , along with the allure of rhythm followed later by song craft with the stringed instrument, at first a guitar and then as soon as I obatined one, the banjo. the banjo, the banjo. I've tied my destiny to these five strings. I played it with my nails until the frequency of shows lead to bleeding fingertips & then I made my way into fingerpicks. I sat behind my trashy black drum kit playing the banjo, working out the foot work. the tamborine was a logical choice for me, for it's portability, it posesses a sleek & streamlined quality to my senses. I decided that this was what I was going to do, I grabbed a name, generic though it be, it is self explanitory, I use the number 1 though many prefer the o-n-e, It's pretty much the same to me, & by the way, I would have used my name (sean lee) but it was taken. so, this is how I constructed the pigeon hole, my musical comfort zone, high seat of the monkey band as I have called it in song, mr good foot on the drum, lefty on the tamborine, banjolismo mysterioso & m.c. witchdoctor microphone jazz jam singing lead. an idea I must thank esmerelda strange for. you see, in esmerelda's one woman band, there is a girl who plays the drums, the accordion player & the singer. so, spun the idea into my "bandmates" & that all just part of the structure. I play a funky mix of tunes, a style music I call zig zag blues, banjo funk, souped up old timey tunes, spooky, cooky, gobbelin music, and a patchwork assortment of tunes from all over. My gratitude to the hobo gobbelins & especially dylan mc puke for his hard work and producing the hobo gobbelin song book, a gate way to a legacy songs from the ages. I take them in & transmit my own version. that's where I'm at & you, you are a part of my tribe, you joined this, maybe I asked you or maybe you came here on your own, perhaps to keep up with my activity (if that's the case, you should key in to my myspace page where I keep my active calendar). otherwise, give me some sense of why you are here, what you seek, the nature of your interest or merely a few good words.
it's kinda weird, but I've been really passionate about it & I've gotten pretty good in the 3 years I've been playing around the bay area. the thing is, I started getting my shtick together & I thought it was the greatest, or at least had the potential to really rock so I really went for it. I was a one man band who played the banjo. I carved my own style out of sloppy rhythm. my feet do the basics & I sing my heart out. there you have it, the part that gets me though is the tradtion that I have enterd. the banjo has it's connotations & a cultural style which accompanies it. I was never bluegrass, nor am I (though I've been working on my bluegrass medely). singing came the first in my life , along with the allure of rhythm followed later by song craft with the stringed instrument, at first a guitar and then as soon as I obatined one, the banjo. the banjo, the banjo. I've tied my destiny to these five strings. I played it with my nails until the frequency of shows lead to bleeding fingertips & then I made my way into fingerpicks. I sat behind my trashy black drum kit playing the banjo, working out the foot work. the tamborine was a logical choice for me, for it's portability, it posesses a sleek & streamlined quality to my senses. I decided that this was what I was going to do, I grabbed a name, generic though it be, it is self explanitory, I use the number 1 though many prefer the o-n-e, It's pretty much the same to me, & by the way, I would have used my name (sean lee) but it was taken. so, this is how I constructed the pigeon hole, my musical comfort zone, high seat of the monkey band as I have called it in song, mr good foot on the drum, lefty on the tamborine, banjolismo mysterioso & m.c. witchdoctor microphone jazz jam singing lead. an idea I must thank esmerelda strange for. you see, in esmerelda's one woman band, there is a girl who plays the drums, the accordion player & the singer. so, spun the idea into my "bandmates" & that all just part of the structure. I play a funky mix of tunes, a style music I call zig zag blues, banjo funk, souped up old timey tunes, spooky, cooky, gobbelin music, and a patchwork assortment of tunes from all over. My gratitude to the hobo gobbelins & especially dylan mc puke for his hard work and producing the hobo gobbelin song book, a gate way to a legacy songs from the ages. I take them in & transmit my own version. that's where I'm at & you, you are a part of my tribe, you joined this, maybe I asked you or maybe you came here on your own, perhaps to keep up with my activity (if that's the case, you should key in to my myspace page where I keep my active calendar). otherwise, give me some sense of why you are here, what you seek, the nature of your interest or merely a few good words.
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Re: pigeon hole
Sat, July 22, 2006 - 9:04 AMI enjoy your music and your vibe. I'm on this tribe so I can hear about and enjoy your future events. -
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Re: pigeon hole
Thu, July 27, 2006 - 10:39 PMHey!!! Let us know where you play Center Camp again!
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Re: pigeon hole
Mon, April 9, 2007 - 2:43 PMin the pigeon hole, there is only room for one. & that's the part I wish to expand from, ther could be more, but what to call it? if not a one man banjo, then what? perhaps a hudu jug, or maybe the multiform cabinet of obscure oddities created by the legendary dr. leopold in days of old?
could it be another hobo gobbelins or maybe a processional band not unlike thee boggey beat? more strength to the cheshire rock opera as it continues to focus & refine, reeling in it's 5th year.
I am thinking about a rhythm section, junk percussion, tin can, wash board, gut bucket. I've been meeting a lot of bass players lately. looking forward to the right connection.
loosing my voice slowly & by degrees, will you still love me when my voice is but a wheeze? I will sing these songs for you as long & strong as I can. I will be your one man banjo man, but if you are the kind to jam, I'll tell you that's just what I am. so, if you have the notion & are willing to give it a try,drop me a line. I must also mention that (if you didn't already know), I prefer projects with aesthetics, so be ready to dress up & play a part in the magic theatre. forge the ritual. I am putting out the call, some have answered & I expect a few more. I'm willing to make the connection & create an association in hopes to find new mebers of a krewe. there is so much to do, especially here in the bay area, every night is a monsters' ball. heed my call if you might seek a similar source as my own, which is (oh bare upon the table) an old spirit of earth, mad poet channeling my stanzas of the great logos. oh river of time, oh flower of fire whos' wellspring feed the human spirit,... there I said it. on any account, I hope you get a sense of what I'm going for, sort of an accoustic hobo party which can also rock it live and electric or play a variety of differenet moods or modes to produce a otherworldly & timeless atmosphere. and to encourage creativity, magic, storytelling, songcraft & rhythm. there, that's basically it, if this sounds like something you would like to take part in, please let me know. -
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Re: pigeon hole
Mon, July 9, 2007 - 1:55 AMyou are not losing your voice.
it is changing.
kentucky bourbon depends on the changing of the seasons in the aging process. the hot summers and the cold winters facilliate the passage of the corn mash in and out of the barrell as the wood expands and contracts.
after the changes of the seasons it tastes different. maybe you can't hit those same notes, but the ones you do sing still resonate and are as flavorful as a rich and mulit-textured bourbon.
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he was stupid to be walking there at that hour
Wed, July 11, 2007 - 5:00 PMIf you meet the buddha on the road
don't kill him
but rob that fucker, for sure
I don't see what's so great about
being
the stupid
buddha
i'd rather be one of them there demons
I figure
four heads are better than one
if you know what I'm saying
but then
I'm alone all the time
so I could be biased
I can't seem to bring myself to do anything like that, all by myself, I mean
it seems to lack... something important
I'm a person of people I guess
we listened to you whilst driving to LaGrange recently
it was nice
'yammlerammlerao'
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