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I did my
piece on Thymme Jones because he is by far one of my all time
favorite musicians. He is an intensely powerful composer that can
pull the rug from underneath you and put it back before you even
fall on your bum, and for that matter, before you even notice that
you are about to fall on your bum. Spitting out complex musicianship
that will not compromise for sake of banging out cheap music to
those who are willing to hand over their money for cheap music, he
plays an array of instruments including the drums, trumpet, piano,
voice, vacuum cleaner, and apparently as of late, the microphone
stand.
I first witnessed
Thymme in action at Ryan's Ballroom in Combined Locks, WI, with the
band Cheer-Accident. First off, this place is in the middle of
nothingness; the Fox Valley in the northeast part of the state. The
band rolled into the venue and brought their instruments upon the
stage. As they were setting up and sounding their instruments, being
the judgmental jerk that I am, I thought maybe these guys weren't
going to be much. They were a little bit older; Thymme wore a bushy
beard, which I never have seen on him since. They were not about to
let anybody know their might while warming up. And I remember reading a review of Cheer-Accident a while back where it was written, something to the effect of, 'Cheer-Accident will give you the impression that they are performing a pop tune which they are proceeding through nicely, then they turn, not only into left field, but straight off the cliff'. I love that aspect of this band. They have not 'made' it successfully due to |
their fearless experimentation and strong will to uphold the absurd. By 'made' of course, I mean rolling in dough, buying girls and shiny things. I'd say they have been extremely successful at accomplishing the improbable. The people in this band I have
met are Thymme Jones, Jeff Libersher, Dylan Posa, Jayme Fillmore,
Alex Perkolup (last 3 are no longer members), and Todd (can't
remember last name); they always seemed very nice and down to earth.
There are others who join in on the stage for various songs. I once
remember seeing a show of theirs in Chicago at the empty bottle.
After about two or three songs, they went a rant, |