The legend of the funky-dangerous party music
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Some stories have a moral and should be repeated. Some stories, well, seem to live at the edge of that stagnant pool of ditchwater off a dirt road in the panhandle of Oklahoma, just on the other side of the Colorado state line. And some are the stuff of legend. This story, however, is none of those. This is the story of Gumbo le Funque, a band so dirty, so funky, so dangerous, you’ll slap yo’self for not seeing them live, sooner!
They knew Jason’d be a sax player, ’cause his momma would give him rib bones with barbecue sauce to teethe on as a baby. You see, that kind of behavior is as common as black-eyed peas and greens where he comes from. He cranks up Barry Manilow, not because he likes it, but because it pisses off the Justin Beiber crowd. He got the idea for a New Orleans kinda sound on the bandstand one day after some idiot asked him for the 537,256th time to play some Bon Jovi. “If your band is so funky-dangerous,” he thought to himself, “people might forget the Bon Jovi thing.”
And so the legend of Gumbo le Funque began to grow. A funky-dangerous group of musicians and miscreants. These misfits, if you will, are not throwbacks to another time or space people of the future, but timeless and passionate. A Gumbo le Funque show is an experience, a happening, just like life in New Orleans. So now they need you in order to complete their musical quest.