The Weathervane Cocks are a four-piece pop/rock/alt-country band.
Formation occurred when a brilliant, upstart drummer by the name of Rob took two washed-up, lazy, dirty singer/guitarists named Niko (a cheap Leo Sayer clone) and John (a fako Mike Nesmith) and gave them direction and cleaned them up. Then Thom (who thinks of himself as Jerry Garcia reincarnated - never mind that Jerry died when Thom was 17 years old) came to their first show at the State Bar in Detroit and noticed that they didn't have a bass player (the three current members hadn't even noticed) and said "hey, do you washed up, lazy, dirty singer/guitarists and brilliant, upstart drummer want a bass player?" And those three guys said "hell yes - we tried to get a hot chick to play bass, but you kinda look like a chick (albeit not a hot one) so you'll do!"
A week or so later, they got together and played some nice songs. It was magic - like when those two guys carrying chocolate and peanut butter collided to form the peanut butter cup. Or, since there was four of them, maybe more like when the four guys carrying nougat, chocolate, caramel, and peanuts collided to invent the Snickers® bar. Whatever it was - it was something special.
Presently, The Weathervane Cocks are playing out sparsely as they are putting the finishing touches on their debut CD "The Henhouse Sessions." When they do play out, they are known for drawing the largest crowds in the Metro-Detroit area, though not in the usual sense. We're not talking head-count; we're talking about the average weight per person at their shows (238.7 lbs). They are very proud of this "fact," because as everyone knows, the bigger each person in the crowd, the easier it is to pack a venue.
Check them out sometime! (200 lb. minimum please)
