Ann Arbor, Michigan, USA

FUBAR embraces British Invasion, psychedelic, soul, and folk rolk. The Yardbird's "Over Under Sideways Down," The Parliaments' "Testify," Love's "Alone Again Or,"and The Byrds' "Girl With No Name" are representative. If you don't mind stock eclectic, you'll like FUBAR.


About FUBAR:

FUBAR is one heavy band. Our combined weight probably approaches a ton and a half sans clothes and instruments. We typically practice on Mondays.

I’m already there. Who am I? Just your average suave and debonair cool guy looking for adventure in all the wrong places, or is that “love?” Did I also mention I was born to be wild, or is that “alive?” I’m confused. It must have been the acid I took at that last John Kay, Patrick Hernandez, Borders concert. But seriously, when I play the guitar it’s like ringing a bell. Problem is, I’m talking literally. I get more out of one note than most people get out of two. I sing with a growl reminiscent of the wood chipper in Fargo, and I’m a back-door man, as well. And remember, if you don’t like my chickens, don’t shake my tree. That’s the way I roll. I simply can’t be topped, unless we’re talking in the Othellonian sense of being 'tupped,' you know, like your you, or me, or ewe, yeah, that’s it, ewe.

Jim, or Andy, arrives first. Jim’s infectious laugh and Andy’s jocular good humor always bring a warm smile to my face. Just mine. Beer and tequila, two critical components in the pre-ceremonial, dithyrambic rites that steady us for rehearsal, are then dispensed. Cacophonic discussions commence regarding world events (Rush Limbaugh’s chequered past), local gossip concerning the other members of the band’s weird foibles and strange quirks (mine and Dave’s snapdragon fetish, and Shadow’s litter eatin'), musical news (Prince’s blockage of Radiohead’s tubes), and other cool stuff. The British Columbians from next door often visit, bringing fresh Absinthe, Mushroom Quiche, and other world delectables.

Jim’s a pro. He’s a Tai-Chi master and garage sale guru. He knows what’s up, and how to keep it up there. Wanna know more? He regularly channels Gene Krupa’s ghost as a way of letting off steam. And what steam he lets off, sha-na-na-na, hey-hey-hey, goodbye. His drumming provides the perfect accompaniment to Sophia’s angelic warblings and my dust-devil leads. His maraca work has been compared with that of the world-renowned triangle ensemble, the Square Roots. But even this skill pales in comparison to his cowbell work. He brings a freshness to “Mississippi Queen” that only a true student of the Sixties could pull off. They don’t call him Mr. Tambourine man for nothing. I don’t want to say he likes hippies, but he plays in a band called ‘Deep Space Six.' Jim Rules (right on)!

Andy is the brains of the outfit. He puts the man in Mensa. His glissandos flutter and dive like deranged birds on a kamakazi mission from Beelzebub. He plays good, too. Black keys, white keys, he can play ‘em all. He’s callin' the rain as he walks down the road to ever ‘cos he’s an artist who don’t look back. His accordion work on “Brand New Start” is so strong he received a glowing endorsement letter from Myron Floren. I recall a funeral gig where his organ playing revived a dead man. The shocked widow demanded her money back. His effusive affection for fusion fandangos fuels the full-throated fanfares he serenades his fulsome bride with. He can make a half-note sound like eight notes. He’s that good. He’s a sauna-building family man, too.

Next come Sophia and Oni. I typically have a bottle of vintage white wine awaiting our diva, Sophia (that means “wise” in Canadian).

Sophia has a sparkle, a wit, a grace, a charm that is so, so exquisite as to be, be, be, beyond words. Her voice is like the Zephyrs’ breath in birth of a nation, I mean, Botticelli’s Venus. Her subtle countenance belies a passionate intensity that is infused with Celtic drenched Bjork-like undertones that embellish her Foundational overtones. This not-so-swirling chanteuse will build up your buttercups and tear down your snapdragon (not snapdragons again!). She’s like the Wal-Mart of femme fatale torch singers: “Best Voice, Always.” Her sensitive treatment of Joan Jett’s “Bad Reputation,” and Wanda Jackson’s “Let’s have a party””…well, they laughed, they cried, they fell on their bums. Need I say more? No? Okay, I will. Won’t! Psyche.

The sound Oni gets on the bass was first heard on ancient Mt. Olympus when Zeussy topped Callisto. Their hoochie-coochin' was so thunderous, Hera turned her into a bear. Imagine the mating grunts of walri combined with a sassy sousa-phone, and you begin to get a vague idea of the country-whale-like backbeat this guy provides. An imperfect analogy for Oni’s and Jim’s steady presence would be if the rock of Gibraltar and Pyramid at Giza had a baby. Bruce Jack once studied at the feet of Oni, whose hands are like giant, graceful sausages poised to stoke your soul’s griddle. We be griddlin'. But seriously, Oni was playing the 13 string banjo-bass when Noel Redding was in three-cornered, or is that eight stringed, pants. He’s so good he makes Jaco sound like me. He’s a house-cleanin', Jamersonian, Huffington-huffin', hobgoblin that specializes in soul. He knows ribs.


"Tell It. Think It. Speak It. Breathe It." Benefit CD Compilation for Michigan Peaceworks. Recorded at Big Sky Recording by Geoff Michael. 2002. FUBAR performs "For What It's Worth" (Stephen Stills).

"Suddenly FUBAR." Full-length CD on Country Whale Records. 2005. Available through CD Baby.

"FUBAR Four-Song Mega Single: Clean House." Country Whale Records. 2006. Available through www. thisisfubar.com.

Set List

A typical FUBAR setlist:

Psychotic Reaction (The Count Five)
Clean House (Oni Werth)
Maybe I Know (Leslie Gore)
Jackson (Johnny Cash)
Resignation (Randy Tessier)
Sing a Simple Song (Sly and the Family Stone)
Pledging My Time (Bob Dylan)
A House is Not a Hotel (Love)
Bad Reputation (Joan Jett)
Power Failure (Procol Harum)
Girl With No Name (The Byrds)
You and I (Andy Adamson)
Johnny Appleseed (Joe Strummer)
Build Me Up Buttercup (Foundations)
Lonely Teardrops (Jackie Wilson)
Use Me Up (Bill Withers)

We play an eclectic mix of obscure songs that people remember once they hear them. Our sets are typically an hour long, and we play 1-3 sets.