Some Back story on the Hogwaller Ramblers

   

      

         
What
         (where) the heck is Hogwaller??

         

          Hogwaller sprawls in the east end of C'ville like a
         permanently out of work brother-in-law crashed out on your sofa. It used
         to butt up against 
Monticello Mountain until Interstate 64
         severed the intimacy that existed between the high-born and the
         hoi-polloi.


         Home to the livestock yards, the sewage treatment plant, a
         cement factory,a multi-level trailerpark and my friend Roger, 
Hogwaller is the mnemonic that reminds the gentry that 

"the gutter is
         only five feet down."

         

Sadly, Much of this area has fallen victem to yuppie-fication
         in the 90s

         
      
      

         


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The band began as a lark circa 1991 and quickly became an albatross. It started as an 
exercise in stress management, mostly through chemical abuse and vandalism. The original 
members (Jamie Dyer, David Goldstein, Rick Jones and David Wellbeloved) have all gone 
on to careers in institutionalisation, cirhossis and short order cooking. The current 
members do their damnedest to hide the pain, wondering all the while where the hell 
Dan Sebring is. 

Update: We found him. All is well. Move along; Nothing to see here.

Marketing dweebs and A&R tools might call us an "Americana" band. They obviously
haven't shown up for any gigs lately. Metalheads might call us a Country Band. Any 
self-respecting bluegrass or oldtime purist would wonder what the hell the band was trying to pull.

The Ramblers are a loose collective of reasonably talented, late-sixties-acid-casualties 
with a strong pop music sensibility, and We would, in all likelyhood, 
whip your sorry butts playing the RPM edition of Trivial Pursuit.
 This is, however, tempered by the desire to avoid
 (many of) the cliches of pop music.  While not automatically precluding us from 
playing songs that you would recognize, it is highly unlikely 
that you will recognize the songs when we play them.


"The name of Poet was almost forgotten; that of Orator was usurped by the
sophists. A cloud of critics, of compilers, of commentators, darkened the face of learning, and the 
decline of genius was soon followed by the corruption of taste."

-Edward Gibbon, The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire


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