CENSOR THIS!! (LOS ANGELES) INTERVIEW 5/99

Q and A with The BAR FEEDERS

Q: Where did you come up with the name BAR FEEDERS?

A: Our name is the brainchild of one Almon Smith Bundy the third, a complex, well built OX of a man with an ancient love of beer in church and sex with vegetables. We all shared a good laugh over it one madly drunken balmy evening at Rocker Rehersal in San Franciscos’ tourist-plagued Huners’ Point District by the thick and slick shores of the San Francisco Bay. So there you have it.Next?

Q: How long have you been together?

A: We have been together since early 1994. Soon after our initial assembly, however, Jimmy broke ranks following a tempting voice North into the Alaskan bush beckoning him to catch salmon and be chased by big bears. After this life-altering adventure, he returned to find his bandmates laying in wait to capture themselves a fat former Alaskan backwoodsman, and returned to duty in the vibrant underground punk dumpster of S.F. Since then, we’ve been on six northwest U.S. tours, four So. Cal tours, three western U.S. tours, a southern U.S. tour, Germany, Denmark, Hawaii and Argentina and Canada.

Q: Where are you all individually from?

A: Jimmy has spent 90% of his life in the S.F. bay area. He was born in NAPA, California, home of white trash, fine wine, extreme mental fragility, cheap floozies and obnoxious drunk tourists farting on hot air ballons. Cecil Shandor Lossy was born a proud BERKELEY boy, but also felt the call of the great north durring post-adolescence and found himself in stunning HUMBOLDT county in Northern California playing a dual role as H.S.U. art student and regulator of the U.S.A.s’ number one cash crop! Almon (a.k.a. Trey) was born in steamy GEORGIA but came to the Bay Area at an early age as a result of his parents’ desire to find him some friends that wouldn’t beat him up.

Q: What’s that Wyoming song all about?

A: That Wyoming song is about my fantasy of tipping cheap wine at midnight on the back forty by the river with the cows and crickets and the big dipper and you.

Q: How was your tour? Any wild road stories?

A:Tour Highlights: Getting tattooed and going night sailing on the Rio Del Plata in Buenos Aires, receiving 7 free cases of Redhook at the brewery in Seattle, having our oil pan explode as a result of an inept mechanic in Montana (and fixing it with a Bar Feeders T-shirt), Playing at the Ali’i brewery in Hawaii, using a keg as a snare drum, Drinking all day at the Indy house in Pueblo, Colorado with the SHITBASTARDS, scammin’ free buffet in Vegas by claiming, in a barely decipherable drunken splatter, that we know “Jennifer”, the stargate machine and Beroths’ B-BQ at the Portrait of Poverty house in Tacoma, Washington, Anyplace where the Dennys has a bar in it (especially Hollywood), Jula Bells’ hospitality in Silverlake, Jimmys’ aunts’ pool and wet bar in Dallas, and robbing mini marts throughout Oregon.

Q: Who is that guy on your C.D. cover?

A: That guy on the cover is the infamous big-daddy macho-man Scotto, an exalted highly sought-after drinking buddy who has mysteryously supported the band since its’ incarnation. A native of central Los Angeles, Scotto enjoys free-form booze fests and yard sales while managing somehow to keep us all in stitches. He also never gets hangovers-WOW!!

 

Dude, this is a really fun CD.

I don't know what they were smoking when they recorded it, but judging by the way they sound, if it could be smoked, they probably did. The Bar Feeders are a real favourite all over the place, and while they didn't work for me at first, one morning, I was listening to it, and it just stuck in my head.

They yell a lot, and they have little melodic bits, and you can sing along with it. It's not old-school hardcore exactly, and it sure isn't pop punk. It doesn't sound like Rancid, NOFX, Green Day, Sunny Day Real Estate, or Weezer. So I'm going to try and make up a vague description that won't come close to doing them justice. Imagine if the Smugglers were in a truck, say, like a milk truck. And this aforementioned milk truck was driven by a drunk Dropkick Murphy's roadie, and it fell off a cliff. Ok. That doesn't really make much sense, but it would have blown up real nice.

So they don't sound like anyone, which is good, and they actually are fun to listen to, which is better. If you drink, you'll love this. And if you're straight edge, you might not like a lot of things, but you still might like this.

Summary for the Attentionally-Impaired: Good CD. Me likey. You likey.