The Vulgar Boatmen

I thought for some reason I would talk today about how much I like the band The Vulgar Boatmen. Sure my littlest boy has a cast on his leg for the next three weeks and my other boy is bored out of his skull because his friend from across the way is in Main visiting for the next two. Sure that means a lot more stress in our little singlewide. Heck Sweetie and I haven’t hardly even found the time to give each other a peck on the cheek before our heads hit the pillow lately. Our life is such a jumble right now that opening a can of Chicken Noodle Soup seems like a hard cooked meal. Like we’ve been slaving over the stove all afternoon. So why waste my web breath on talking about an obscure band that only a hand full of people have ever heard of? Um…so I don’t have to re-read the paragraph I just wrote again?

The older boy and I went to a birthday party the other weekend. Corlis’ daughter was turning four and since we were looking for distraction we bought some art supplies and went. It was race weekend and the boats were on the water. I say this because my friend Corlis lives right near the lake so it was a bit of a mess getting to his house, having to circumnavigate a number of barricades and more than a few drunken race goers to get there. Glad we went though. I guess he had gone though some of his old cassettes for the party and one of them was “You and Your Sister” by The Vulgar Boatmen. It was really nice to hear. Somehow my copy had made it into my cassette box at home and never made it out again. Cassettes are fast becoming the LP of the nineties. Now that you can burn a CD quicker and cheaper than you can record a cassette they have been delegated to live in a dark corner of my recording studio.

After we got back home I fished that tape out and have been playing it ever since. Spent yesterday on the web trying to see if there was a site and came upon the one above. They got some mp3’s that you can download if you want.

TVB are a band out of Indiana and when they came to Seattle in the early nineties our good friend Minnie (who was living here then) knew the drummer so we all went. I’m not sure how exactly but I had already scored their tape and liked it quite a bit before we even went to the show. My memory has us seeing them at Rock Candy, a now defunct rock club near I-5. The put on a good show and Andy, the drummer, was pretty surprised to be seeing Minnie so far from home. We hung out afterwards and listened to the two of them go on and on about mutual friends they knew and drank beer in plastic cups.

I felt pretty sure that the band would have broken up by now, but by the looks of things I guess there still getting together every now and again and putting on a show. I wish them well. Not fame, but happiness.

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