What happens when a man decides he needs to own a banjo? What happens when that man decides that his friend needs to learn how to construct and play the washtub bass? And what happens. . just what happens when the two decide the best course of action is to assemble the most motley music crew the world has yet to behold and write songs about drinking, drugs, and loose women?
The greatest thing to happen to the world since oral contraception. Thats what.
And so began what came to be known to the world as "Uncle Dad and the Drunken Swimmers." A perfect blend of musicianship and alcoholism is what made UDDS one of NYC's preeminent bands. However, late in 2005, UDDS played its last show, never to return.
Fast forward to the present. . .
For like the Phoenix, UDDS has risen from the ashes newer, stronger, and better. For it has risen as a scaled back, leaner version of its former self, to be known simply as: THE DRUNKEN SWIMMERS.
Long gone are the pretentious ways of folk music with down home family values. Long gone are the beliefs that its hip to be square. For in a medium saturated with squares, The Drunken Swimmers stand alone as a rhombus. A rhombus of unequaled proportion.
Welcome to the next big thing that no one will ever really hear about. And if they do, you can say you were there when it all started. Now pass me a beer, 'cause this one is empty. . .
