I'm glad you asked. Recently I had a chance to sit down with the band that attributes their success to power struggles and miscommunications. I was able to gain an insight into what happens when you combine a graphic artist, a teacher, a police officer, an insurance claims adjuster, and a woodworker. This my friends, is the interview that defines the Rocky Mountain Beaver Pond band. So sit back, relax and enjoy a bit of what makes RMBP the magical musical force they are:
Mick: We play an eclectic blend of music spanning several decades and genres.
Papa Beaver: Uh, Mick—don’t you mean electric?
Mick: Well Papa Beaver, we do use electricity to power our equipment, but eclectic means not following any one system, but selecting and using what are considered the best elements of all systems.
Papa Beaver: Ok college boy.
Marc: Remember when Kevin Arnold started “The Electric Shoes” on The Wonder Years? That was a really awesome episode.
Mike: Back in the late 90’s, Brendan, Marc, and I all lived in an area of the Rockies in southeastern Oregon. We had a quiet little cabin right in the middle of the mountains. (pictured below)
Interviewer: Really? I didn’t know that the Rockies went that far west.
Brendan: It’s not necessary to question the geographical accuracy of this story. This is how it happened.
Mike: Anyway, back then we were trying to make it as roller derby superstars; we all played for the Beaverton Wheelers (Thats Mike pictured below after making a sweet slingshot maneuver). Unfortunately, we were attacked by American settlers and were forced to give up our land as they swept west across the country.
Brendan: We didn’t know what to do, so we formed a band and played to wayward folks that needed some soul-liftin'. One year, we were playing to some nice folk up in Hell’s Canyon when a man disclosed that he would tell us a place where great fortune and fame awaited us. All we had to do was to bring him a shrubbery. Well, already being in the forest, we found one in no time and he told us to go to Whitewater, Wisconsin. So, that’s where we went.
Marc: We didn’t think of it until we were on our way to Whitewater. We were jumping trains at the time because we didn’t have any money. We met a really nice leprechaun in one of the cars. He told us that we could find a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow that ends at the famous Rocky Mountain Beaver Pond. It was at that point that we knew we had a name.
Interviewer: Um, there’s no such things as leprechauns.
Brendan: Obviously, you’ve never been on a train.
Brendan: That’s a really funny story...(fades off)
Interviewer: Can you elaborate?
Marc: Nope, we made a promise to Mick that we would never expose his true identity.
Papa Beaver: Oh boy! This question is about me and I’m going to tell the story. It started a couple of years ago when my bicycle was stolen. I looked for it everywhere and I was pretty convinced that Francis, my next door neighbor, had stolen it. I got no help from the police and I knew then I needed to go on a cross country search. Eventually, I figured out that it was at the Alamo. However, when I got there, it was nowhere to be found. So I had to make my way back home feeling more upset than I’ve ever been.
Mick: That’s the part where we saw him crying…a lot.
Papa Beaver: Thanks Mick. When they found me there, Brendan said he had just the thing to cheer me up. He went back to his house and brought something back that looked like a guitar, but it had really thick strings. I asked him what it was.
Brendan: I had to tell him it was a bass guitar, and he said that he wasn’t a bass player.
Papa Beaver: I’m still not a bass player.
Marc: Tree
Brendan: A large, amphibious rodent of the genus Castor, having sharp incisors, webbed hind feet, and a flattened tail, noted for its ability to dam streams with trees.
Mike: Real mature Brendan. That was way more than one word.
Mick: Coors Light
Papa Beaver: Taco
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