Pet Motel
Cataclysmic destruction of the indie folk regime of northern Colorado resulted in the scattering of refugee musicians without a home. we emerged again and found each other in a dark musty theater on east Colfax under the opaque fog of Marlboro funk and alt-rock. and in that finite moment the spark for Pet Motel was forever ignited. Musical styles range from the tobacco stained Virginia-back-porch-banjo-pickin-stank to the refinement of high class Nebraska rock elegance. Pet motel is a synergy of slack jawed Virginia jug band, Illinois cock rock, Nebraska porn soundtracks and Colorado mountain grass. Danimal- guitars, vocals, common sense Dan is a bonified musical aficionado. He has a musical pedigree (all pun intended) as long as your arm. He can write a symphony and/or can swift kick the stankiest cock rock solo in the ass. He has been known to defeat the Japanese grand sumo champion in thump wrestling. Without Dan’s genius we would all be bumming for change on the musical curb, stinking of mad dog. Joe-guitar, vocals, skin flute They say that God invented whiskey so that the Irish would not conquer the world. Joe has set forth to prove God wrong and single handedly kick the world in the sack. Well versed in Chicago blues and all forms of modern rock Joe is versatile soloist, most notably….a face melter. If not for the potato famine it is likely that Joe would be president of the United States. Mango- bass, vocals, dulcimer, triangle, belching Folk lore has told of a man running through a cedar security fence unscaved. But we for a fact have in our possession the rare and beautiful creature that perpetrated such a feat. He can sing…he can dance…he can write lyrics….he can chug….he can jive sucka jive…. and if you think you recognized him in an adult film…..you were right, its to the left. Brook- drummer, vocals, Aeolian Wind Harp Being the oldest member of the band Brook has played in many. And by many we mean 56. 17 years on the drums this lop-eared hillbilly has played everything form ass-punk to fusion. Schooled by Kofi Baker, the son of legendary Cream drummer Ginger Baker. He has successfully overcome his battle with shitty indie-folk rock and dedicated himself entirely to kickin rock fans square in balls. We play it all…If you don’t like a song, wait for the next one, chances are it will be completely different.
