The Ride Home (HOT TOPIC @ BAYBROOK WEDNESDAY)

BIO FOR THOSE WHO NEED AN INTELLIGENT LAUGH. (ALSO SEE RIDICULOUSLY SERIOUS BANDS!)
The music you’re now hearing, the product of a chemical process currently calling itself “The Ride Home”, is really the end result of years of blood, sweat, and less respectable bodily fluids, all of which find their origin point in one mysterious figure: A San Francisco-area visual artist and sometimes musician, known by locals only as “Triangle”. The enigmatic figure’s imprint on the musical world is nearly inarguable, and while no recordings have ever actually surfaced, fans the world over agree on the artist’s most important work, a seminal 1998 performance in the basement of Triangle’s family home. Norma Woodycook, Triangle’s mother (and only confirmed attendee of the famed show), could barely contain her enthusiasm when asked to describe Triangle’s genre-defining sound, calling his work “really super!” and even going on to proclaim “how proud of him” she was. Strong sentiments, the likes of which only music as emotive and innovative as Triangle’s can produce.
Tiring of the Bay Area, Triangle would eventually leave the west coast, making a series of moves before eventually settling in the balmy, topographically homogeneous suburbs of Houston, Texas. Eager to continue his musical endeavors, the already-prolific artist first sought out the help of strong, like-minded local talent, posting countless fliers around the city’s numerous bathhouses, menageries, and all-male brothels. Receiving hundreds of calls and emails from Houstonian musicians, Triangle finally settled upon five youthful, semi-competent up and comers. Calls were made, and a time was set for the group’s first practice. Expectations were high, and fans were desperate to see what the “Trés from the Bay” would do next.
Unfortunately, they never got that chance. While all five of the Houston-based managed to show up to the appointed practice time, Triangle was nowhere to be found. Even in the months and then years following that first session, the much-loved artist was never heard from again. Chase DeMaster, the de facto leader of the group Triangle fatefully left behind, says that he, along with the other four group members, was hardly surprised. “Triangle man, he played by his own rules,” says DeMaster, “He was a comet blazing across the surface of humanity. We were just lucky to get a taste of his star dust.” DeMaster and the four other unknowns decided to carry on, doing their best to honor Triangle’s indelible legacy.
Though most fans describe the group’s music as a “meager ripple in the puddle of their progenitor’s brilliance”, the five members of The Ride Home have found themselves a niche audience, continuing to write and perform to the (admittedly slim) limits of their abilities. Oh, and the moniker they now carry? DeMaster ascribes it to Triangle’s immortal catch phrase, uttered at the close of every legendary show: “Hey guys, my mom’s not answering her phone. Could I get a ride home?”
MORE SERIOUS BIO FOR THOSE WHO DONT GET BIGWORDDRYHUMOR!
"THE RIDE HOME WAS A WET DREAM IN THE TWINKLE OF CHASE DEMASTER'S EYE UNTIL A SOLIDIFIED LINE UP WON THE BATTLE OF THE BANDZ MAY 16TH 2009!!!
WITH A NEW FOUND ESSENCE, AND A POCKET 500 DOLLARS RICHER, THEY HAVE ESTABLISHED THEIR PRESENCE AND ALL MADE A TWITTER.
WITH THE 500 DOLLAR PAYOUT, AND THE REALIZATION OF SERIOUSNESS, THEY ROCKED A LEGIT LAYOUT, AND GOT DOWN TO BUSINESS.
SO LISTEN TO THEIR PLAYER, AND TELL ALL YOUR FRIENDS, BECAUSE THE RIDE HOME IS HERE, AND THE PARTY NEVER ENDS." -Ghandi
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