We’re the Travelers.
We’ve been around the block and among greatness, behind the eight-ball and before a jury of our peers, under suspicion and up on a pedestal. We’ve been out of touch, in the know, through the wringer, over a barrel, and we’re still a barrel of fun.
We're the bohemians who wax rhapsodic. We're the folk-singing opera-loving madrigal-toting classical-liturgists you love to love. We’re that bunch of fun-lovin' hippies who keep coming back for more of whatever lovin' it is we think we got the last time we were here. Mostly we love your applause.
We sing, we improv, we mess up stuff so it sounds like no other music you’ve heard, and faintly like that song you can’t remember the lyrics to but aren't able get out of your head. We’ll make you laugh, make you cry, but we’ll never make you put money in our hats.
And... once in awhile we do a show. We'll do our best to let you know.
AND... once in awhile we lay down a song or two. We'll do our best to put them here for you.
