I was a precocious child and decided, when only seven, that pancakes was the life for me… No….no…that Karnie life was the life for me. I traveled with the carnie folk until I was nine when I became an intergalactic cowboy space ranger. Then at age eleven, I took those experiences with me to seek a career as a secret international super spy. Plus, I can juggle.
But all these things pale in comparison to my dick.
And though I’ve held many jobs and worn many masks, none fit me as well as the giant toothless clown mask of the Karnival singer/songwriter. I’d like to think that my musics are changing Nashville for the better. Only recently someone asked me if I was in a band. I said yes. They said that that was cool. And they were right, being in a band is cool. But that’s not why I’m in a band. If someone were to ask me why I was in a band, I would pause, stare wistfully off into space, and say, “ I’m sorry, what was the question?” Because neurotoxins are a bitch. That’s the real reason I’m in a band…neurotoxins.
Our major musical influences are many and varied and also major, too. From Jeff Buckley, we’ve learned several things; from Elvis, we’ve learned the pelvic thrust; from Fred Durst, we’ve learned that a trademark item of clothing can make you famous. I own a pair of famous red socks.
The “UberKarnies’ sound” is easiest explained as follows:
It’s as though Emo meets Funk and says, “Hey.”
“Hello, yourself,” says Funk.
Then Funk says, “How’s little Emo Punk?”
And Emo answers, “He made the honor roll this semester.”
“Okay,” says Funk.
But that wasn’t how they really met. They met at a party thrown by Sammy Wilks, a one-legged mean-spirited man whom everyone called “Gimpo the Magnificent.” Gimpo ran the carnival I joined and fired me within the week because I couldn’t fill milk bottles with cement fast enough.
“Fill the bottles faster!” Said Gimpo.
“My fingers are stuck in this bottle,” I said.
“You’re fired!” Said Gimpo.
When audience come to our shows, I always hope they can leave with a deep and meaningful understanding of why we have our shows. If this doesn’t happen, all is lost. The reason we have our shows is so audiences can listen to our musics and be drunk at the same time! See…Pink Floyd : Pot :: Uberkarnies : Drunk. We enhance, facilitate, and imbue the state of drunkenness upon our audience. This is also the reason we have CD’s. We have an excellent relationship with booze, as well as a fantastic sense of style. Give us ten minutes and we’ll redo your living room using only bats and hammers…it’s Deconstrutionist.
Indeed, our entire approach to life is Deconstructionist: we cut away the extraneous, dissassemble the core, and have trouble reassembling it because we lost the booklet of instructions…except for the one that’s all in French, so we use most of the parts left over for other songs