Full disclosure: The Flying Bobs is not a band full of young people. Make no mistake, this is music by four old men with nary a f*ck left to give.
March 2020. The end of the world was underway. Most people were locked up in their carpeted hidey holes, swilling the last of the NyQuil, using leaves from the backyard for toilet paper and nervously awaiting the knock on the door that would surely be the Reaper. But not four old men in upstate New York. They decided that if this was to be the end of days, they would leave something for eternity. Something for the robot overlords to uncover in a few hundred years. Something magnificently useless, deliciously pointless. And thus, in those bleak late winter days of 2020, The Flying Bobs were born.
The Brothers Graf wrote a slew of songs, each one more meaningless then the previous. Chris and Ray Graf recorded their parts remotely, not because they were terribly afraid of the COVID, mainly because they didn’t like each other that much. Soon they welcomed old friends to the group. Jon Cohen, a legendary bass player, who had actually been in lockdown since 1994, found the grooves to his liking and joined the fold. And then Dave Berger, a drummer with chops and sunny disposition in equal measure, was brought on. Jon and DB provided a rock steady foundation for all that would follow. And what followed was dozens of songs fit for the apocalypse.
Here then is the “High Fidelity Virtue Signaling Party,.” the first of two (possibly more) volumes from the Flying Bobs. You will hear some amazing friends lending a hand throughout. Crick Diefendorf, Andy Baker and Chuck D’Aloia bring some remarkably fancy guitar work. Rob Lindquist played some deluxe electric piano and very pretty baritone sax work was delivered by Daniel Ian Smith and Jeff Nania. Don’t try to read too much into the lyrics. Make up your own meaning. As Bob Ross said, “this is your world, find the freedom on the canvas.” We’ve provided a smooth backdrop of partly cloudy skies. You paint the happy trees – wherever you want them. It’s a Free Your Mind Lockdown.
