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Sometime in the late 1970s a small group of experimental monkeys escaped from their laboratory and established a camp in the Maxwelton Valley. Feeding on blackberries and the occasional family cat, these specialized creatures were able to adapt to their environment and conceal their presence for several decades. One day the main monkey discovered some instruments and other equipment in a drainage ditch, apparently left there by disoriented or incompetent musicians the previous evening. After making an unknown but lasting deal with a local farmer to run an extension cord to their secret lair, the monkeys began to use and play with this musical gear, eventually developing their own sound and style. About a year ago, Wallace and Maurice Buzzettii were picking berries when they heard an unusual howling-type noise. Upon closer investigation they discovered the secret lair of these monkeys on the lamb, and they became enchanted by the curious noises emanating from within. After agreeing to keep quiet about the whole thing in exchange for lessons, Wallace and Maurice were able to study, catalog, and eventually perform these simian tunes with moderate aplomb. Soon the guitar-wielding Buzzettii brothers were joined by Sheb Wully (bass) and Fanta Jones (drums), becoming what the world knows today as Thee Vesties. Based on their songbook of experimental monkey favorites, Thee Vesties are playing hard and making tons of scratch these days. I tried to catch up with them to find out more, but those people can run pretty fast. ![]() "It used to be that people would play
music to relax, to pay honors, or to communicate in nonverbal,
almost ritualistic ways, for a greater good or just for fun.
But now we have Thee Vesties." "Thee Vesties are
complete fakers. Without the gimmicks, these people would just
be average middle-class cogs in a larger machine that they didn't
create, and can't effectively maintain. They all have thumbs
but you'd almost never know it from the music." "Wallace Buzzettii's voice sounds
like Sonny Bono. But without Cher, or oxygen."
***July 20, 2009 ***SOLD OUT! ***August 22, 2009 4PM I'm told it is an open party, and that aircraft will be taking off and landing as we play! Here is a copy of the invitation somebody gave to me: ![]() |
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Our other practice place is a secret, and telling you here right now would be Telling. Suffice to say that we call it The Pig Box. |