Graveyard Safari
Graveyard Safari is a band like no other. Now, we know what you’re thinking. Your thinking “I’ve seen a lot of bands. What’s so unique about this one?” Two words: SPECIAL SAUCE. Before every performance we baste each others ass-cheeks with our special blend of spices, motor oil, and Dolly Pardon wigs.
After witnessing a Graveyard Safari show, many people have been quoted saying things like “Man dem boys was off da chain!” or “Oh my God! I’m Pregnant!” or “Is that your finger in my ass?!” and even “What’d you just say to me, bytch?!”
Graveyard Safari is also one of the hardest working bands in the entertainment industry today. We play concerts, parties, birthdays, weddings, anniversaries, baby showers, lectures, bah mitzvahs, funerals, brisses, Nazi rallies, executions, births, abortions, lynchings, strip teases, Sci-Fi conventions, illegal border crossings, D & D sessions, Tupperware parties, congressional hearings, drug raids, retirement parties, hostage situations, Angela Landsbury photo ops, witch hunts, orgies, chess matches, telethons, construction sites, cockfights, and more! All you have to do is ask! usually. Sometime we need stufflike whoresor ping pong balls inside a honey baked ham. Just contact Rudy at Bigyahweh@hotmail.com or at his AOL instant messenger name: XxYahwehxX.
Tell me about your history? How did you get where you are now?
It all started like this. So me and Trip Dashel are coked up and makin' our way down Royal St. when we come up on this drunkass homeless piece of trash askin' "whatever we could spare." Me and Trip had a lot to spare. Trip looks at me and quietly muttered, "Time for a bit of the Ultraviolence." Where would we have been without Kubrick that night. Stan had set us right and inadvertantly set this old geezer on fire. We doused the poor wanker with his on booze and lit him up. He tried to get away, but we couldn't have that. After we'd finished with the old man and the old man had finished breathin' we got back on our way to Ms. Lucy's. With good cause too. We weren't sure if she'd let us in. We weren't sure of that cause we weren't sure if she had figured out that Trip was the one who ruffed up one of her girls 2 months ago. Lucy was never fond of paying hospital bills for her property...
Have you performed live in front of an audience? Any special memories?
We play live in Mobile Alabama, the asshole of the world. Like the website says Mobilesucks.net . Sometimes its a groovy hole, though We have had plenty of special moments involving various farm animals and people who look like they belong with farm animals and male republicans in dresses and a bigass solid oak china cabinet named Roberto.
Your musical influences
My ass is the sole influence on the band. Take Epileptic Fetus. Just out of the blue one day I farted, took a big wif, and said, "Hmmm. Epileptic Fetus."
What equipment do you use?
A can of wd40, cigarette lighter, and the screams of a quadriplegic
Anything else?
Mahalo
