Fan video from our show at Pappy & Harriet’s. Thank you!
See that white spot at the top of the picture taken at our show at Pappy & Harriet’s Pioneertown Palace? That’s Venus, pal. No doubt about it, they were watching us from Venus.
We had a great time at the show, which also featured The Bullfighters, Gram Rabbit, and Sons of the Lawless. I’ll say that we had the prime time slot, though, as the desert twilight transitioned into night during our set.
Maybe we got our shoes dusty (I’m definitely buying some cowboy boots the next time we play there), but that was a great venue and and an even better crowd.
In advance of our show this Saturday at Pappy & Harriet’s, we’re proud to announce that Marty Barrett made the August cover of Baritone Player magazine (in the back you can send away for sea monkeys that will live in the tuning slide).
For four years of high school I did not clean my Baritone Horn once, nor my trumpet, nor my trombone. I was what is known as a “lackluster musician.” Now, that million$ are at stake, I made the connection between the otherworldly, Cthulhu-summoning sounds emitting from Bucephalus and the notion that perhaps the horn was innercaked with years of sludge.
So I learned on the Internet how to clean the thing, and above you see Step One: Bathe That Shit. 36 hours later my horn is loud, sweet, and clear, slathered with essential oils and greases, and rid of decades of Only-the-Los-Angeles-DWP-Knows-for-Sure.
See you this weekend at Pappy & Harriet’s.
When Robert Plant wanders in the desert, let’s say to find inspiration for “Big Log 2: Even Bigger Log,” he takes the stage at Pappy and Harriet’s Pioneertown Palace. That is where Fogelfoot will play June 19.
Pioneertown was founded as a vast western movie set in 1946 by Hollywood investors including Roy Rogers and Gene Autry, and more than 50 movies were shot there before the nation lost its heart to “Free Willy.” Pioneertown simply couldn’t compete. But now the town is a vibrant piece of meta-Americana and Pappy’s, which opened as a cantina in 1972 has been host to hundreds of acts, including Plant, Cracker, and Eagles of Death Metal.
The occasion is a benefit for Roy’s Desert Resource Center and four bands will be playing, including Fogelfoot and Sons of the Lawless, a band whose drummer is Jake Busey.
I said to Jake Busey, I said: “If your band kicks the fraction of ass you and Michael Ironside did in ‘Starship Troopers,’ well, it’s gonna be a good show.”
Now Pappy and Harriet’s is one of those places with license plates covering the walls, sawdust covering the floors, and an enclosed, open air performance area that resembles a rectangular bullfighting ring, with the stage at one end and a bar (Thank God) at the other, with Joshua Trees on either side, coyotes in the distance, and the California stars wheeling overhead. Also? An even bigger log.
The group is staying in nearby Desert Hot Springs for a vision quest.
The show begins with a band called The Bullfighters at 6:45. Suggested donation is $10.
These Fogelphotos were recently snapped by our good friend Paulina Merekiova.
Elusive preeminent power trio Fogelfoot are captured in this rare clip from an undisclosed location. Here we can see them laughing, crying, creating, and engaging in hand to hand combat with the Muse in order to subdue Her to the band’s will. And yes, the Muse submits, floridly. Then Kennedy is shot.
Fogelfoot is a new band, despite its international stardom and influence, and we are always looking for documentation of our existence. These photos were sent to us by Cheri Elliott, a photographer from Santa Barbara, who saw us at Jensen’s Mainstage.
What is odd is that Ms. Elliott is something like 4′10″ and Fogelfoot as a band is something like 19 feet tall, so I’m not sure if she was trying to photograph us or keep from being crushed.
Despite what we can only imagine as the abject fear we inspire in those who attempt to capture our image, the show was great.
For the Friday, April 30 show at Jensen’s in Santa Barbara (the opening night soiree of the Santa Barbara Minute Film Festival), we are debuting our version of the Stagger Lee legend, told so well by everyone from Ike & Tina Turner to Wilson Pickett to Nick Cave. Ours has the Stag going to space and becoming a constellation.
Here is the demo of the song. You have to imagine it with castrati choir, theremin, Thera-Flu, and chain gangs.
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Constaggerlation
See also: Jensen’s, Santa Barbara Minute
Like Mother Abigail in “The Stand” – and yet absolutely not like Mother Abigail in “The Stand” – Fogelfoot makes a desert journey to the famous Pappy and Harriet’s in Pioneertown on June 19, where it will play its haunting murder ballads, horror pop, and alternative history ditties on a bill that also features Sons of the Lawless, Rabbit And Riutherford, and the Bullfighters.
We’re very excited about this show, the proceeds of which benefit the Desert Resource Center, because we need to return some peyote.
See also: Pappy And Harriet’s
We had a great time and great show at Club Fais Do Do last week. Fan Jamye Waxman sent us this iPhone video of “Ann & Hope” in which, most significantly, we acknowledge Lance Crow’s singularity among Los Angeles drummers.
While we are fans of all viral video, our talent and sound seemed to overwhelm the iPhone’s tender sensibilities. Still, viewers can get an idea of our sheer majesty, both onstage and in the hearts of people like Waxman who, as you will see from the video, is multidimensional in her affections.
Fogelphiles