Yes. It's what we do. See our schedules here: LST on Myspace and here: LST past shows homepage.

It makes it a heck of a lot more confusing.

If they guaranteed to provide fresh squeezed orange juice at every recording session, perhaps. Realistically - we would definitely sign a contract if we found it to be fair and likely to help us deliver the goods to more people.

A Brief History of
Locust Street Taxi

Once upon a time there were six young Centralia Community College students
studying music, theatre, physics and trumpet. (Some would argue that "trumpet"
should not be considered an academic discipline of its own but we will not enter
into that controversial debate right now. We will also skip an important story
about pasta, pesto and a little blue truck on a rainy night.) It will suffice to say
that these students were inspired to form a band. The tastes, influences,
attitudes, talents, philosophies and physical proportions of these young men
varied greatly. Some of their differences were immediately apparent upon the
first meeting while others only later became evident during rehearsals and pizza
dinners.

But the love of music was common among them. It was deep rooted and intense
in each. So deep rooted in fact, that it drove them to practice their art in all sorts
of exotic places; from an ancient drafty barn in the dead of winter where the
pigeons used the drum set for target practice, to a stuffy, one-window machine
shop attic where few odors went undetected and few egos were left un-assailed.
The band-mates toiled and played. Oftentimes they created musical paradise in
those sweaty spaces and shouted with delight. At other times they found
themselves in a sort of purgatory where everything they played sounded like a
bad version of Elvis backed by a junior-high pep-band.

The band wrote many songs in those early months. Lyrics were written down on
whatever was handy; the back of a cardboard video cassette sleeve for the
movie, "American Beauty," or a napkin at The Matrix Coffeehouse. The horn
parts and chord changes were kept in their heads. Some of those early songs
have survived and become LST classics. Others have not been heard from or
even obliquely referred to in several years. Perhaps that is a good thing.

Locust Street Taxi began playing public gigs at about two months old. What
they lacked in experience and precision they made up for with cow trombone
noises, stage leaps and trumpet fireworks. One of their first public appearances
occurred at a cute and cozy little venue dubbed, "The Electric Chair." It was
basically a glorified concrete coffin with chicken bones hanging from the
ceiling and no ventilation or seating. We don't need to tell you how loud it was.
A hardcore punk band dressed all in black dedicated a gut-twisting tune to
S*#$N (aka: Lord of the Underworld.) Immediately afterwards LST bravely
performed the "Cow Song."

Now six years, five states, two hundred shows, many pizzas and Chinese buffets
and twelve drummers later (don't ask) Locust Street Taxi is emerging as a
beacon of light, and perhaps even more important, as a beacon of levity in a
musical world that is buckling beneath the weight of its own pretentious angst.
While many bands are getting their hair done Locust Street Taxi is busy
traveling the great Pacific Northwest successfully delivering riotous and
rollicking performances to crowds of all ages and dispositions with a flair and
energy that is as sincere and charming as it is musically impressive.

With ever more compelling songs that could not possibly be penned by anyone
else, yet can somehow still be classified as “pop-rock” and a lineup that is
nothing if not entertainingly unique, Locust Street Taxi taps the shoulder, pulls
the whiskers and smites the heart with an ease and alacrity that few bands
possess.

Bobbi McFerrin, The Beatles, Miles Davis, Ben Folds Five, Cake, The Muppets