Before there was alternative…there was the only alternative. The one place to go to find out where music was headed. Before XM schlock and FM rock, there was the Mighty 1090, churning out progressive rock way after bedtime. Clyde Clifford’s Beaker Street on KAAY from Little Rock, Arkansas was the beacon pointing the way for our music, and we were listening.
We cut our teeth on the music of Eric Clapton, Jimi Hendrix, Santana, the Allman Brothers and the Grateful Dead, and we’re still gnawing on it. Now, we’re going back to where the jam bands came from, to the time when rock, blues, jazz and Latin music met and grew into our inspiration. Call it what you want — post-psychedelic, proto-alternative, protest music (we like that one), retro, southern-progressive-hippie rock, whatever — you can bet that great as they are, bands like Phish and Moe and Umphrey’s McGee would still be punching the clock at their day jobs without the contributions of Jimi, Eric, Carlos, Duane, Jerry… and Clyde.
The Beaker Brothers Band isn’t a nostalgia act or a tribute show. We’re playing music that has been in our heads and our hearts since we first heard it. It’s music of the night from Back in the Day, played by guys who are as awed by it now as when we were driving home from a gig in 1969 and suddenly pulled off the road on a hilltop ’cause Clyde was blowing our minds again, and we couldn’t get the signal down in the valley.
It’s now more than twelve years on from our first practice, and we still feel the thrill when we play the music that helped us learn to love music. Appearing at festivals, concerts, civic events, private parties, cycle rallies, reunions, nightclubs and wherever, we’re thankful for the inspiration we get from our musical heroes, but we play the tunes as if they were our own. As if we possessed the music, instead of the other way around. Come see us, and watch us try to figure it out.
This is not your father’s rock band. No, wait, maybe it is. Anyway, we’re sure you’re gonna dig it. Boogie, children.