My dad always said, “Do what you have to do, so you can do what you want to do.” Let’s face it. We can’t all be Eddie Van Halen. We work 9-to-5, kiss the wife, play with the kids, and if you have enough time before you crash for the night, you make some music. Maybe you have a drum kit in your garage. Maybe you have a guitar in the bedroom and you pick a few chords every night. (First lines of “Blister in the Sun”, anyone?) If you’re lucky, you have a small office, where with a few bass guitars, a mic, and a computer you can put together some pretty cool tracks with friends. That’s us.
When we met, our 9-to-5 was actually a 24-hour, seven-days-a-week tour on the U.S.S. New Orleans. We served our time as “the tip of the spear” (insert eye-roll), but we also found a few hours to make some music. We played our first gigs in front of Fire Station 219, behind Radar 2. Steel beach picnics we call them. Heck, we were even decent enough to play port gigs in New Orleans, San Diego, Penang, Thailand, and Bahrain.
Now, thanks to the World Wide Web (thanks, Al Gore?), we have a slightly bigger pool than the U.S.S. New Orleans. We’ve met independent artists from the Deep South to England to Singapore. We know bass players, singers, drummers, mixers, and every day we are meeting more. Guys and gals who pay their dues but want to leave this world with a pick in their hands instead of a hammer. We match these artists up to make something real. Something professional. Something to share.
You may not be U2 on their Vertigo tour, but who knows? You could be “The Hype” right before that life-changing talent show in Dublin, 1978. We can help you find out.