BooB was formed in Richmond, VA during the heat of the summer months of 2002 as a songwriting team. Due to lots of alcohol and the appearance of a 4track, a crotch-rock sound was created and (some may shudder) recorded. Everyone in BooB brings a wide range of diverse roots both musically and personally which allows for an amazing ocean of subject matter to draw from. Due to this fact, BooB concentrates on original matter but keeps a few of the favorite covers around for smiles.
"The Bust of Boob isn't a $1,000 a day studio album, we did it with no drums, one mic, whatever instruments we could scrounge together on a 4 track in our living room in one eve to sunrise stint."
This band is held together by something stronger than money, obviously. It is the music and a lot of alcohol that keeps them stranded together throughout the recording sessions says Slicky--former guitar/keys for the national touring band Gray-V. "I used to play with this great band, Gray-V, man it was hot, oh so hot, but then the tour demands started to kick in. And with my 1957 Falcon....I just couldn't make it, so I sorta ended up stuck here, really, they {points to other members of BooB lying past-out in various positions around the room} keep me really drunk and they feed me, so what more do I really need?" (A slightly confused/distressed look fleetingly passes over his face.)
Constant Creek brings a rich and varied musical career, from a brief stint as "Judas " in Jesus Christ Superstar, to his heavy metal days with "Crushed Carnations," to his more relaxed folky days where his music was a backdrop for the group sing alongs during his days in Commune Swamp. He will be the supreme ruler one day.
Whoops Waldman has proven her prowress on stage after stage, litterally bowling over people in the first 4 rows with the pure force of her voice. She has recorded with artists such as "Moosa" and "Glasseye Sugardaddy" and was once part of a band that never got named but she is very happy to finally be in a band without a stupid jackass in it.
Rollargirl & Gloves were once part of the threesome "McMurphy and the Pussywillows" and the world is hard pressed to find a better trip/happy band now that they have stopped the late nite jams in The Commune. The world of the drum machine will never be the same.
