The Bus

Born in 2002, The Bus started out as a rock band, like most bands do. That is, until we heard various forms of rhythm emerging from cracks in the walls, pores in the skin, and scents in the air. It was the birth of a new creation, and the death of all things holy in Westfield. We found ourselves blessed with the ability to make all of mankind show their soul through movement, from tapping a foot to crowd surfing (yeah, that was cool) to breakdancing on the high school tile. And they did go forth, yea, and they did spread the word, yea, the word that Funk was in, and all else was out (no matter how hard ska wanted to find itself numero uno in our hearts). Diciples of the one god George Clinton, without who there would be no happiness in our lives, they have spreadith thoust funky message of love, peace, and loose booty. When all was at its strongest, our keeper of the beat, Gabe-o-Tron Magnum Yookahn departed for the Deep South, robbing us of the sacred rhythm of the drum. But all hope was not lost, for it was prophsized in the great scripture of the public school system that the master of percussionary matters could return on vacation days. And as such, the Bus carried on hope, until that day, when the Bus would rule again....And that day grows nearer... day by day....