Ghettobillies

Ghettobillies

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Discofunk-punk. A full live stage performance complete with spread eagle kicks, "Diamond Dave" stage presence, long hair, head banging, 3 part harmony, and choreography. No shit.

Biography

Ghettobillies Biography 2006

Hailing originally from Ann Arbor Michigan, the band Ghettobillies have seen and done it all. Reverend C. Cobb (AKA: Robbie Conaway) and Pope D' Licious (AKA: Derek Kramer) moved to Chicago to seek out better opportunities for their band. From working the mean streets of Chicago as bike messengers to working the old, bitchy women of advertising on Lasalle street with massage oil, the GB's have earned their rightful place as a band that has stood the test of time. Except perhaps for a brief stint in Bogota Columbia where one of them worked as a gun runner for Juan Garcia Abrego (an infamous South American drug cartel who smuggled some of the largest shipments of pure Columbian snow into North America), touring nonstop over the past 6 years has brought this band to a skill level and maturity rarely seen on the local level anymore. Once the 5th and final drummer, Holy Maloney (AKA: John Maloney), joined the not so well known supergroup back in 2002 and rythm section "life partner" and child prodigy bassist Bong (AKA: Matthew Longbons) jumped on the preverbial bandwagon, the circle of ridiculousness was complete. Masters in each of their chosen fields, the band Ghettobillies knew no musical boundaries and in the words of one famous writer from Rolling Stone magazine, "...Those guys play whatever the hell they want!...It's ridiculous."

And so it is.

Ridiculous that a band might play 2 songs that don't sound exactly the same. And ridiculous that they make a conscious effort not to gear their entire image, lyrics and sound towards 1 specific microcosm of teenage subculture. Ridiculous that they refuse to bow to the obvious might and glory that is the magnificent recording industry. Utterly ridiculous that they continue on their hopeless quest of recognition, quality, and artistic integrity.

Since that time, the band Ghettobillies have tirelessly toured all over the midwest, east coast and United Kingdom and succeeded in creating their own enormous underground cult following without the help of any record labels, supergroup managers, well known promoters, or really anyone actually legitimately involved in the music industry at all. They have been largely ignored by every major and independent record label that exists from time immortal and most likely will continue to be. But "why?" you might ask-

Why do these men of genius not receive what seems to be so rightfully theirs? Why is the world so unfair to men who work so hard and deliver so much to so many?

Why?

Because "@!%&*$ 'em", that's why.

Lyrics

Hiding Out

Written By: Ghettobillies (Still in the Pink c.2003)

Are you waiting for the day when all your problems disappear? when everything around you suddenly is clear? when all your dreams are realized and gone is all your fear? well, i'm here to say you'll be okay. today that day is here. that day is here. it's never gonna get any better than this. you can spend your whole life making wish lists and hiding out. hiding out. but no one cares and neither do i and if you watch your life go by you'll never live before you die. you'll go out in a dream and a breath and a scream of your death and i doubt that's how you want it all to end. everybody wants what's just out of reach, it's never enough and it never will be. you're always going to want more than you need. from one tiny seed to a garden with weeds; you're feeding the need and life is "all you can eat". it's never gonna get any better than this. you can spend your whole life making wish lists and hiding out. hiding out. but no one cares and neither do i and if you watch your life go by you'll never live before you die. you'll go out in a dream and a breath and a scream of your death and i doubt that's how you want it all to end. if you want to know where i am, just spin a globe and point to land and if you want to know how i feel, just ride inside a ferris wheel, and if you want to know who i am, look in the mirror. you'll understand. because truth is nothing you can see. it's everything. infinity. well, it's never gonna get any better than this. you can spend your whole life making wish lists and hiding out. hiding out. but no one cares and neither do i and if you watch your life go by you'll never live before you die. you'll go out in a dream and a breath and a scream of your death and i doubt that's how you want it all to end.

Light as Air

Written By: Ghettobillies

We'll be cruising at the altitude of 30,000 dreams. Our estimated time of arrival is another week. So sit back, relax and enjoy the flight. I'm really quite drunk, but it's all right. You're all among the stars and one with the night and tonight, you don't have to remain in your seats. Our attendents will be coming around. To bring you your drinks and turn your frowns upside down. Feel free to move about the cabin and enjoy the sounds. And if you look out the window there'll be nothing to see, cause' the party's right here at 30,000 feet and it ain't gonna stop till we touch the ground. So take a ride in the captain's chair. Bring your friends, there's room to spare. You won't regret getting in the cockpit, I swear. We're as light as air. So take a ride in the captain's chair. Bring your friends, there's room to spare. You won't regret getting in the cockpit, I swear. We're as light as air.

Pushing Tin

Written By: Ghettobillies

So you just can't wait to quite your job. Everyday doing nothing at all. Your eyeballs bleed from the TV screen and the same 4 empty walls. And another weekend has passed you by at the same old bar with the same barflies. You pray for fame and all it brings: money and power and shiny things. And everyday you're more in debt. The more you spend the less you get. You just can't do this 9 to 5. This town is going to bury you alive. It's going to bury you alive. Now all your dreams have been toned down, so you're not sleeping on the ground and every inch that you give in, is another link that chains you to this town. They tell you that it's not that sad. You've got your health and your jobs not bad. What more could you want in life than that? Your friends are going nowhere fast. You know the one you love won't last. And if you stay, you won't survive. This town is going to bury you alive. It's going to bury you alive. Till you just can't breathe, till you just can't leave, till you just can't scream, till you just can't dream, till you can't get out, till there's no more doubt; this 9 to 5 is going to bury you alive.

Discography

Cockpit - 2005
Bootlegs (Live) -2004
Still in the Pink -2003
Butterface - 2000
EP - 2000
Some Rezeev - 1998

Set List

We can do anywhere from a 45 minute set to 3 hours of all original music. No covers. If there are people in the room, we will have them dancing, laughing, drinking and taking their shirts off. Guaranteed.

And if you don't believe us, just check out the photos.