I would be lying to say that this wasn’t an odd show. The stage was next to the entrance of some hip hop club which was playing good music (Tribe Called Quest, Jay Z) but had young patrons with anatomy bursting this way and that. The air was dense with body spray, properly fitting clothes were scarce and our attention was elusive, but we played on….
Big thanks to Content Magazine though, this footage is dope.
This past July, The Rum Diary played their first show in five years at the C.A.M.P. festival in Guerneville. Huddled in the middle of a redwood forest, they resisted the primal urge to chant the Ewok Song (Yub Nub) for an hour straight, and played some songs. Thanks to Joe for capturing the nice sounds.
The Up Town is to B. Hamilton what the Cavern Club was to The Beatles…
Anybody got any bits about airplane food?
We at Parks and Records made a little video for the song “The Many People Never Resting,” from the album Parhelion by Silian Rail. Enjoy!
You can purchase Parhelion by Silian Rail here on CD or:
Ah yes, the good old days. The boys have gotten back together to assemble a greatest hits of Rum Dairy tracks along with a short documentary as well. There are 17 tracks total, 4 are very rare and 3 are totally unreleased.
You can purchase the cd from our store or
“One of my favorite Bay Area bands”
– East Bay Express
“We may be able to definitively say that the Rum Diary was Cotati’s greatest indie-rock export, adored by a wide swath of the population—from SSU stoners to dive-bar denizens to serious music fans.”
– Gabe Meline, City Sound Enertia, Bohemian.com
Take a hearty stock of of rhythm (as in TWO rhythm sections), add a liberal dose of dreampop-postrock guitar (a la Mogwai or Three Mile Pilot), drizzle in a tincture of emocore (of the ethereal harmony variety) and voila! you’ve got the formula for what ails ya. Borrowing the catchy if not exactly applicable title of an early tome from the Good Late Dr. Gonzo for their collective monicker, The Rum Diary were on a quest to make as many friends and blow as many minds as possible, from the wilds of Sonoma County divebars to the crumbling decay(dence) of urban outposts and warehouse lofts they have unselfishly and uncompromisingly brought their message to themasses. And the rest is history: scattering through-out the country, impressing at least one member of Fugazi (has David Gilmour heard this shit?) and setting the bar ever higher with every new release. “Retrospective” captures it all and then some. 17 tracks total.