by Rums and Bumbletons on Thursday, August 23, 2012 at 10:54am ·
I thought the band would've lost all of their character when they finally found a bass
player, but I was clearly wrong. Bazooka Joe showed up even later than Dick Syn, who
had already called to say he was running 15 minutes behind. I didn't think it would be
possible for anyone to run slower than someone working on "Dick Syn Time". I was wrong.
Dick Syn arrived precisely 15 minutes after our scheduled meeting time, but arrived just
in time to try Stone's newest drink. He was dabbling in a bartender's book and ended up
making a batch of Mutual Orgasms. unfortunately he ran out of Amaretto. he quickly knew
to substitute Kahlua and wala, a new drink was formed, An Intrinsic Orgasm.
it was sweet but had a good vodka flavoring to it, it was served on the rocks
(after all Stone made it), and it included 4 different types of liquor. Liquor. Poker.
from there the night went on a gradual downhill slant until nearly the end of the evening.
The new PA arrived. How many Rums members does it take to set up a new PA? ha, if I told you
you'd call me a liar. yes, it took every member that was in the house and then they even
had to channel Delphi's energy using psychokinesis.
the end result was crystal clear vocals. I actually heard Stone's ranting through the
microphone over the blasting/screeching/noiseness of Dick Syn's 5150 Stack. not only that,
but Dick Syn also had remembered (for the first time in over 2 years) to bring his microphone
stand and I also had the pleasure of hearing him sing too. and then Cowboy Joe broke into
some vocals too. Although Joe had trouble reading Stone's handwritten lyrics. Stone told him,
"when in doubt, sing the words Ro Sham Bo."
Delphi was the only party not involved this evening. he had prior engagements and had the night off.
we missed his silly antics though and got to watch some video footage of his moves and
were all flabbergasted by his neck muscle memory.
From there, Dick, CB Joe and Stoney finished the night out and everyone parted at a reasonably
early hour. there were no breaks, spills or ruckuses.
my time is done,
have a splendid weekend.
Truth.
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Orders, Rules and Regulations.
by Rums and Bumbletons on Wednesday, September 26, 2012 at 11:46pm ·
Stone Catcherye pulled into the driveway with mission written all over his face. I hadn't seen him in this zone since the dog had him cornered on his own porch sometime 'round 2004. My name is Pace, I dabble in magic, writing, esoteric rituals, and although I cannot play music, I can understand and feel it's hold on humankind.
I've been friends with the guys in the band since before you knew who they were. So long ago, in fact, that I probably couldn't even tell you who, in the band, I met first. They call me Pace and where ever the band goes, I am usually not too far behind, as I get paid to write for them and to document just about everything. Chances are if you've met the band, you've met me, but I like to keep to myself.
So back to the look in Stone's eyes....he stepped out of the car with organic bee spray. They never stood a chance. simultaneously he was also cooking some of his world famous chicken legs. Dick Syn and Delphi Finn would later dub this batch of Legs his best yet!
He was wearing camouflage pants and a blue hoodie over a mute colored t-shirt.
Dick & Delphi both arrived at the same time, Delphi in some sort of Bond outfit, smiling as if he was Bond or had at least just killed him. Dick Syn went right into the band room and began to noodle around with his microphone. Delphi and Stone set up camp in the kitchen area for some of Stoney's Chicken Legs 2012. one taste was all it took. Dick Syn was blown away. Delphi was swept off of his feet. the beer began to flow, the wine was destroyed, Jolting Joe came in and dove into a Chicken Leg. he said they were good.
Dick was wearing blue jeans and black pumas with red swipes. I'm not sure what he wore on his upper body. some sort of polo shirt? I'd make an awful detective. I never remember names or physical attributes, but I can tell you this, the pumas helped soften his stomp.
Delphi was, as I said before, wearing a Bond Tux. Joe was in the Catcherye mindset and came to practice wearing camoflage. They were thereby dubbed the Camel Brothers. I'm not sure if there was a connection.
the songs sounded good. I can't go into more detail because I'd breach my contract and have to eat 3 goldfish and I'm trying to avoid fish for a bit longer.
I tried to sneak some video of the set tonight, but my camera malfunctioned. Truth.
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The Fisherman's Handshake
by Rums and Bumbletons on Thursday, September 20, 2012 at 12:18am ·
it's not very often that one lives a coincidence, nevermind a
conspiracy, but/and tonight Rums & Bumbletons was a coincidental conspiracy.
Everyone had a bad day. Everyone was doing shots of something.
Everyone needed to warm up. EVeryone rocked. Everyone showed up.
Joe showed up with hands full of PA equipment and beer; Stoney with
soundproofing devices (that didn't really work); Delphi looking as though
he had just had a baby (congrats from the whole Rums family!!); and Dick
Syn dressed like a lumberjack but smiling like a fisherman.
The evening took a few moments to straighten itself out but from there, they began to settle into their normal rockiness.
It's fun to watch them. then off for more whiskey.
they're playing/working level challenges itself.
there was some Zeppelin road tour stories and then right back to the playing.
they finished the set sounding crisp and Delphi was off like a shadow running through
the woods under a full moon. (video Coming Soon).
it was then, that Joe shared with Dick & Stone the infamous Fisherman's Handshake.
Dick didn't get it for the first few times. Stone was weirded out by it. Delphi
would've enjoyed it.
the three of them compared various handshakes of their choice and gave constructive
criticism where needed. it looked like a short bus version of Rocks, Paper Scissors.
I don't know how to say that and still be politically correct so. fuck it.
Stone's leaving as I type and Dick and Joe left about 20 minutes ago.
I'm about to rewire Stone's fridge to pour kool aid out instead of water from the water dispensor.
ha, Truth.
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The Sickness
by Rums and Bumbletons on Thursday, September 20, 2012 at 12:04am ·
9-9-2012
sitting here listening to a band called Thee Ancient Aliens, which is
half made up with one Stone Catcherye. the other half a man named
Roger Berkowitz, maker of magic. I fully recommend the band, no half-nothing.
I'm currently involved in a camping excursion with the likes of Stone Catcherye
and family, as well as the Deane family. this day 3. day two was filled with Sangria,
Beers, Burritos and a magical land called Bar Harbor. Day one was filled with
a hike around (sort of) a place called Long Pond. part of Acadia national park.
a 5.3 mile (or so) ordeal where we all triumphed over and under will power and grace.
and then vodka and beer and wine.
needless to say, we're off to a slow start this morning. or at least some of us.
the Deanes were off early with their guard dog, Logan, to explore Mount Desert Island.
Stone's sitting by the fire pit listening to headphones and dancing like
an injured clown. if you know Stone, then you'll know exactly what I mean.
Stone's better half was the victim here, still aching from the sweetest vodka she'd ever had.
I've been the photographer on this journey and so if I don't get to post another blog, I shall enter my photo journal
as a substitute.
until the next stagnant moment, Truth.
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In Your Grill
by Rums and Bumbletons on Thursday, August 30, 2012 at 11:00am ·
it was a beautiful wednesday filled with nothing but sunshine and good breeze. I made my way over to the Rums & Bumbletons rehearsal facilities to meet up with Dick Syn & Stone Catcherye, forefathers of Bumbleton. the plan was to meet, grill some food, recording some guitars in the studio and hopefully accomplish all of this without a broken bone.
little did I know that the plans would change and I'd have to roll with the punches, if you will. shortly before our departure for all things Catcherye, I made a few impromptu phone calls, one to Delphi, one to Dick Syn and one to Stoney.
Stone told me what ingredients he was housing for the grill and what we still needed to bring to complete the meal. I then called Dick Syn and relayed that info to him and he, in turn, called Delphi to relay to him. I showed up to find Stoney pulling weeds in the back yard. surprisingly Dick Syn pulled in behind me about 5 minutes later. (I thought for sure I beat him there by hours). He was donning a four pack of Seventeen and a six pack of some strong Blueberry Beer. he changed out of his work suit into some more comfy "recording clothes" right in the middle of the parking lot. apparently he's a voyeur himself and likes to contribute now and again to the lost cause. Delphi showed up about 10 minutes later with the beef.
Stone was grill master since he couldn't participate, due to injury, in the Polish Horseshoes that Dick and Delphi jumped into. I had never heard of it before. two wooden poles, about 6 feet high stuck into the ground so they stick up to about the 5 foot level. on top of them you balance a beer bottle. the object is to hit your opponent's beer bottle off the pole by hitting it with a frisbee thrown from the area of the opposing pole. 3 points to knock an opponents bottle down. 2 if the opponent catches either the bottle or the frisbee before it hits the ground. you also can get a point if you miss the bottle but your opponent cannot catch the frisbee, pending it was a catchable throw. judging starts off completely compromise-able, until the beer gets into the blood stream.
the real challenge was to avoid the dog mines that were strewn about asymmetrically. I put my money on Syn falling or slipping into one. I lost my money.
Delphi took the game, and they ate.
from there they took to the studio and began to watch Dick Syn work his six stringed magic. or voodoo. some call it magic, some call it voodoo. the two songs in question this evening were a mix of old and new, Out There and Terms.
Out There is a zeppelin-esque riff rock type song with crazy sections of time testing musicianship and Terms was actually one of the very first songs ever penned with Delphi as the drummer. until recently it lay under a layer of dust waiting for them to finish writing a chorus for it. It's a true Rums tune, atmospheric, melodious, and dynamically fun. Dick claims it's his hardest progression to play. if he only knew.
the evening finished with a bang as they finished up the refreshments and went over Dick Syn's new workout regiment he calls Insanity Awaits. something like 1000 pushups in 20 minutes. 1000 situps in 40 minutes. 22 moving pushups. a two minute handstand. 2 sets of curling 250 pounds. a belgian waffle. 69 jumping jacks. and finger exercises with the television remote. no wonder why his fingers are bleeding.
that was it and apparently there should be some of these recordings out soon. be on the lookout...
Truth.
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Modus Operandi
by Rums and Bumbletons on Thursday, August 23, 2012 at 10:54am ·
I thought the band would've lost all of their character when they finally found a bass
player, but I was clearly wrong. Bazooka Joe showed up even later than Dick Syn, who
had already called to say he was running 15 minutes behind. I didn't think it would be
possible for anyone to run slower than someone working on "Dick Syn Time". I was wrong.
Dick Syn arrived precisely 15 minutes after our scheduled meeting time, but arrived just
in time to try Stone's newest drink. He was dabbling in a bartender's book and ended up
making a batch of Mutual Orgasms. unfortunately he ran out of Amaretto. he quickly knew
to substitute Kahlua and wala, a new drink was formed, An Intrinsic Orgasm.
it was sweet but had a good vodka flavoring to it, it was served on the rocks
(after all Stone made it), and it included 4 different types of liquor. Liquor. Poker.
from there the night went on a gradual downhill slant until nearly the end of the evening.
The new PA arrived. How many Rums members does it take to set up a new PA? ha, if I told you
you'd call me a liar. yes, it took every member that was in the house and then they even
had to channel Delphi's energy using psychokinesis.
the end result was crystal clear vocals. I actually heard Stone's ranting through the
microphone over the blasting/screeching/noiseness of Dick Syn's 5150 Stack. not only that,
but Dick Syn also had remembered (for the first time in over 2 years) to bring his microphone
stand and I also had the pleasure of hearing him sing too. and then Cowboy Joe broke into
some vocals too. Although Joe had trouble reading Stone's handwritten lyrics. Stone told him,
"when in doubt, sing the words Ro Sham Bo."
Delphi was the only party not involved this evening. he had prior engagements and had the night off. we missed his silly antics though and got to watch some video footage of his moves and were all flabbergasted by his neck muscle memory.
From there, Dick, CB Joe and Stoney finished the night out and everyone parted at a reasonably
early hour. there were no breaks, spills or ruckuses.
my time is done, have a splendid weekend. Truth.
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The Bronx Cowboy
by Rums and Bumbletons on Thursday, August 16, 2012 at 12:33am
just stopping in to say that the rehearsal went well and we found out that Joe was once referred to as The Bronx Cowboy. of course it stuck and we'll be calling him BC from now on. it's always a good night when Stone Catcherye spills beer everywhere. Catcherye also brought it upon himself to supply personal cooling devices to some of the band members. the chef had the night off and beer was the local favorite. brooklyn brewery was sponsoring the evening.
I sat in to listen to the band and to record via strange setup. I had a video camera set up with rearview mirrors as well as a regular mirror to record a video of the rehearsal but in 360 degrees. I'll have it up in the coming days, despite Rums' refusal to let me back in the room to grab the footage. they ran about 82% of their songs. which is pretty good considering they have about 30-some odd songs.
The Cowboy also got on the others' case about they volume levels, dynamics and knowledge of jazz players.
some good things in the works, they had to turn down a festival show this evening because someone would've been out of the country, but it looks like some live opportunities are already in the works. off to steal back my camera.... Truth.
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Another Story of Sugar
by Rums and Bumbletons on Wednesday, August 15, 2012 at 4:04pm ·
greetings earthliens alike, my name is Pace and I'm here to fill you in on all things "Bumbletons". I'd like to start the day by wishing former bass player of the band, Kramwell Ellavalled, a very happy birthday!!! he's 23 today. ha.
also in the meat grinder for this evening is a FULL band rehearsal for the first time in about 2 years. I know. I know. Bazooka Joe has taken the job as Rums' new four stringer.
I plan on giving you a whole blog dedicated to getting to know Bazooka Joe, perhaps I'll have a chance to interview him tonight.
this will even be the first time in about 2 months that the other 3 members have been in the same state at the same time. Delphi's been on tour with his other "outfit" as well as taking classes to further his educational welfare. I'm sure he's doing well in his classes, simply because I'm sure all of his teachers like apples.I briefly spoke with Delphi the other day and he sounded exactly like Stone when I talked to him an hour earlier. dead to the wind. He will soon be entering fatherhood and so we have a few pranks planned for him soon.
I had the pleasure of speaking with Dick Syn this afternoon for a few moments and he seems to be excited about the jam tonight. I'm calling him to be the second one in the door tonight, I'm saying somewhere around 7:44. Delphi will have pulled in the driveway earlier than Sinner, but will wait to walk in holding hands with him. Bazooka Joe will be even later than the Sinner, simply because he's Bazooka Joe.
here it's one of our first actual rehearsals with the new guy and we've dubbed him Bazooka Joe. this may or may not stick, at this point it's up in the air. perhaps he'll be Butter Joe or Joe the Birdman or even Bull's Bridge Joe.
we simply have to throw him in the water and see how he swims with us.
and as I say us, I mean them, because I'm merely their grammatically rebellious spokesperson.
Last I talked to Catcherye, he had emptied a whole can of bee spray on a nest on his house and the bees didn't die. He then went out and attempted to gain control with a fly swatter. last known score....CATCHERYE - 75 • BEES - 0.
Catcherye now thinks he has special bee fighting powers. this will be a long night for sure. I've been here for about 2 hours now and all I can hear is him making buzzing sounds from the other room. wonderful. gas on the fire.
I shall be back to tell you more of this Grand Rehearsal once I've witnessed it.
until then, be.
Truth.
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Miles Down and My Engine's on Fire
Good afternoon and evening ladies and gentlemen and those of you who fall in between. I hop eoyu have all had a pleasant introduction to fall, the colors here in Northwestern CT are kind of cool at the moment. Not as vivid as I've seen in the past, but it always looks nice on any sort of drive.
My name is Pace, I write the Rums' blog for them while they sit on the other side of the room and make fun of me. Little do they know.
I haven't been here in a while. So let's get up to date with everything Rums. The guys have been frequenting the studio and working on some recordings, which I just uploaded to their page. It's all sounding great. They are still auditioning bass players too, but so far they had to throw 5 out, 4 threatened to sue them, 2 asked if they could come back every week just to hang out, and 1 was perfect but decided last minute yo go to tibet to practice to be a monk.
In the meantime, I'm told a good friend of the band will be filling in for a couple appearances that have slid past my radar. Dick Syn has been covering all bass duties in the studio. Badass.
So where are they? what are they up to? what color is their face?
Delphi Finn has been all over the map. He's been lending his negotiation skills to anyone who needed to get shit done and therefor was hard to get ahold of. I did however get to see him last evening, he was lending his drumming skills to Stone Catcherye's Fluidum Letale Project. We threw back a beer, or at least half a beer and a 1/6 of a glass of wine. I had to drive.
Dick Syn has been sick. He is currently under doctor's orders for serious rest. We hope him a speedy recovery from all that ails him.
Stone Catcherye has been all over the map too. He's been working on his Fluidum Project, soundproofing his bathrooms, trying new and better beers (only IPA), as well as probably a million other things that he hasn't told me.
I hear there is more studio work to be done as well as a session here and there. I know Stone and Syn have been writing lately, but what they're writing has been a secret. I think Delphi's even been writing.......writing notes on Stone's bathroom wall.
More news soon, sorry the time lapse between blogs, won't happen again, as long as the guys are paying me.
be what you do, Truth.
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When I Hit The Ground Running
NOTE: for all new readers, my name is Pace Truth, the writer of this here B.L.O.G. I have been kindly asked to write this blog for the band, as they tend to be pretty busy with their signature stretching routines. all names have been changed to protect the feared, and all opinions are subject to dismissal. I hope you have a sensational day. -Truth.
Wow. it's been a while. Good Evening all. I left you all hanging with that last one, eh? So how did everyone end up sleeping at the rehearsal space? Well, a good old fashioned evening of drinking, that mixed with a more responsible thinking pattern equals Sleep now, drive later. Although, I'm sure it was more they were tired from the extreme work put into the rehearsal.
There were songs played that I didn't even remember being in their repitoire!! The evening began with an impromptu jam on a song written by a very young Stone Catcherye, a song entitled: Walk of the Divine. which may very well make it's way into the rums set in the near future. They then jammed upon a new ditty by the name of Peerless Social Lion, and finished things up with a song written by a very young Sinner, a song called: In My Mind.
3 songs. 3 musicians. 3 tears. 3 drinks more than you. 3 rights make a left.
Most of the evening was boring, business talk, but the music, though brief it was, was a kick in the ass. A hotbed of raw energy and enthusiasm. Sorry that Kram had to miss it. I believe he had a very formal engagement to go to with Princess Air B.
Ahhh, but where does that leave us? It's Monday, the day after Sunday, despite the best efforts of the Green Bay Packers. I can't imagine walking to my car in -2 degree weather, nevermind playing football in it. Cheers to all you guys, badass!
I am actually at Catcherye's house, though he's in bed with a cold. Actually everyone here at Camp Catcherye is sick. Right down to the guard dog.
Which reminds me, Rums & Bumbletons have tickets for sale!!!! Friday February 29, 2008, Rums & Bumbletons live, Blind Melon live, and a few other local bands live! at the Webster Theater in Hartford, CT! contact the band through their myspace page to find out how to get tickets or email their Management at thom.nubabik@rumsandbumbletons.com
What else is new? Slate has hit the 21st century. Catcherye got a new pigskin. one of Kram's Teams finally got to a championship game. Delphi wasn't involved with road rage during our last car phone conversation. Sinner, I need a cheeseburg Grinder.
I'm sure there's more, but I'm forgetting it all right now......
be nice, Truth.
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