Oh Well
we are oh well. we're what you say when all is lost, when the end is near. we're the shrug of the shoulders. we're the last sigh before the skies fall down. we are ghosts. we have no hope, no drive, no motivation, just harmony and dissonance and the thin rift between the two. we exist in that border region, we thrive on the sweet and the sour. we want to destroy something beautiful, just so we can sit back and say, "oh well."
Tell me about your history? How did you get where you are now?
the concept of "god" has always been a fragile one. is there a god? and if there is, does he like to rock? in 2001, nathaniel mahan answered both questions with a resounding "affirmative." the "cult of the rock" declared that all things not rock are not right, and that nate is the true god of the rock. no one really objected, and his cult grew. eventually, an inquisitive youth called daniel cronin joined nathan's illustrious ranks and, intrigued by dan's one-string guitar soloing prowess, nate agreed to begin a band with his disciple. joining them in their quest was a curious fool called bob. bob quit once he realized that the band didn't write hits, so nathan banished him to a life of wandering aimlessly and school-lessly while he pretended to be wasted. also banished was anonymous drummers numbers one through seventeen. soon, two leiges named pol de martini and andrew sloan arrived, ready to begin the crusade to retake the cotati holy land. nathan's squad of angels and sinners was finally complete. there are gods, and they like to rock. jonestown was nothing. sonoma state university is the new heaven's gate.
our amplifiers ooze cool-aid. drink up.
Have you performed live in front of an audience? Any special memories?
no, we play dead.
Your musical influences
We are trying to get the sound of things like coughing angels, the king and queen of the prom setting themselves on fire, losers getting laid,
high hopes being ripped down and fizzing out.
What equipment do you use?
guitars, bass, drums, meat flute. eventually we'll become pretentious yuppie progsters and we'll play the iBook or something.
Anything else?
daniel = guitar, keyboard, sing
nathan = bass, keyboard, alot of sing. hehe
pol = sing, guitar
andrew = drums
we love you. we hope you enjoy our music and that it makes you smile and cry and doubt and believe. thank you.
