If you’ve made it to the body of this post, then it’s likely you know a bit about The Dog’s Bollocks. Until recently, I knew very little beyond the mysterious rumors and unnerving stories that one hears when lurking about at the entrance of the notorious Music & Arts building waiting for the door to open. There were
This local band had been building a great reputation on some of NYC’s most famous – and also most infamous – stages over several years. They were a talented team assembled from around the world. They played real instruments. They performed without turntables or drum machines. They even sang without autotune. I know, crazy.
The Dog’s Bollocks
Not unlike the mighty Spinal Tap, The Bollocks’ drummers had come and gone under a variety of mysterious circumstances. Some said goodbye, some didn’t. Some just suddenly disappeared. Perhaps these are mysteries best left unsolved.
The good news is that I happened to be “drummer seeking band seeking drummer” and The Bollocks (as usual) were “band seeking drummer seeking band.” An email and a phone call from DP about how to count an elusive rhythm turned into a serendipitous “If we / would you” conversation and one thing led to another.
Only time can truly answer that question. I’ve been having a ball (pun intended) playing with The Dog’s Bollocks and they seem to really like the way I show up. They also seem to appreciate how I bang on stuff most of the time. Already we’ve quickly found a strong groove and made some great music together.
I’m very happy to have been welcomed to the pack. I have no plans to disappear like those other drummers, but don’t wait too long to come see us play live. You never know what could happen. I could die onstage due to spontaneous human combustion, or elsewhere in a bizarre gardening accident or by choking on vomit (someone else’s vomit). Your safest bet is to come see us rock The Bitter End on January 25th at 7:00 PM. I’ll be the guy in back banging on stuff.