| This
unstoppable force, believe me, people have tried to stop them, was
hatched on a glorious Wednesday night in 1996 when three outstanding
young-ish men met for the first time at Chick Rose’s bluegrass class,
Steeplegrass, in Vancouver, Washington.
Upon striking that first out-of-tune chord, while playing completely
different songs, the boys knew it was destiny. Well, time went by and
their playing ability improved to beginner level. They decided it was
predetermined that they form some sort of band to try and get paid for
jamming together. This lead to the formation of the bluegrass supergroup
Puddletown Ramblers. The heavens parted, the sun shone and the legend
was born.
The guys took it to the next level by adding a fiddle and a bass player
who shared their dream of one day becoming bluegrass kings. With the
addition of the bass, rhythm and timing were suddenly discovered and
their distinctive sound was unleashed upon the world. The boys practiced
and practiced the old-time and traditional songs, and, when one of them
learned to write, they began performing some original songs in addition
to ripping off other band’s set lists. This was the sign they were
waiting for and took the show on the road; pretty much taking any gig
offered to them out of desperation. They paid their dues to the
bluegrass gods and got the experience and gas money they needed to
become international superstars. The boys learned through the struggle
of “the long hard road” that it takes a lot of hard work and effort to
be a band. It’s not like jamming in a la-z-boy at all! They overcame the
long nights, obcessed fans, paparazzi and supermodels, and went on to
over twelve years and counting of incredible shows.
Over the years they have earned at least a few really loyal fans in
Yugoslavia Their CD Black Highway is a big hit in the Eastern Block.
They are currently searching for other songs to rip off for their
upcoming newest release. The band has learned a lot while performing,
including, always zip up your pants before going onstage. Plus, they
found out that chicken wire dices the tomatoes perfectly when thrown at
the rate of at least sixty miles per hour. The Puddletown Ramblers are
survivors and a great bluegrass legend. The legend that just won’t die. |
