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WHO ARE WE

We are a bunch of urban hippies working our way through the world as it presents itself to us everyday. The term urban hippy references the fact that we all work for a living because the days of the full time artist making a reasonable living have shuffled off into the distance like a drunken old geezer in the early evening. We have to pay the bills, we have to pay for a roof over our heads and we have to rock out.

And here in lies the conundrum, work and all that comes with that, potentially at the risk of dulling creativity. Each Rocket has done both and the balance right now seems fine. Work hard, play hard and enjoy the conflict of the two pulling against each other.

And the music reflects that conflict; it can be at times uptight, edgy and jittery and then it drifts into moments of reflection and contemplation. The song “Adult Responsibility” is emblematic of this struggle: the lyric “ Adult responsibility, doesn’t really suit me” basically states that the expectations of us all to lead sensible, responsible lives is not easy and meeting those societal expectations are hard for those who aren’t necessarily ready, willing or able.

Dee, our singer extraordinaire has a voice that comes from the very soul of the earth itself. We have so much pride in her vocal ability to connect the lyrics of the songs to each of our instruments and enhance them.

George, our driver of the rhythms listens first and drums second. He hears every note, every melody, every line and then builds his pattern from the ground up. He is the engine room.

Bo is the connector on bass. He is the tie that binds us all together with the deep, powerful baselines that push upwards from the ground floor of the bass drum into the guitars.

Nick brings the blues and struggle with his guitar lines and riffs. You can hear his angst, feel his depth and recoil in his distorted, tight lines.

Andy fits in between all of this. He likes to drive the rhythm and then occasionally let loose with the accelerator on riffs that elevate and cut into the wall of sound.

Each a part of the whole.