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In its 6 year span Playground Slap concocted a strange groove, a Jamulian brew of peculiar funk. Rock with many nods to psychedelia, rap and jazz, with sprinkles of country and latin sway, brooding songs with catchy sounds aloft a swingingly stiff, often atonal mess of introspection and parody. The Sartre-riddled kids played some arty shit, and possessed an uncanny ability to drop their pants in unison at the flick of a light switch.
In November of 2004, Dane Scott called me to ask would I be available to sub for the band Tubby while they looked for a replacement drummer. I had first encountered the band when I was doing a web project for a local recording studio and instantly fell in love with their music. Of course, my answer was "yes".
After about 3 gigs, I informed Dane that "If another drummer comes near this chair, I will break their limbs. This gig is MINE." And so it went for almost 2 years to the day.
It's not important to rehash why Tubby disbanded, but I know that it was for the better, and now Neil and I are playing music together in a project called "The Journeymen". It is internet-only at the moment; I compose the drum tracks and he the music.
What happens when half the 2004-2006 Ike Turner band gets together to let their ya-yas out? The end result is a smoldering display of seamless musicianship that transcends all boundaries.
In the Summer of 2004 between tours with the Father of Rock & Roll, drummer Bill Ray procured a weekly gig at the soon-to-be famous Nautical Bean Coffee Company located in a picturesque setting at the harbor in Oceanside, Ca. The goal was simple- come to the gig with no ideas in your head, no preconceptions of what would transpire. No predetermined arrangements of classic songs; a blank slate if you will.