Rusted Root Neologisms

Disappointed this poll doesn't include an option for the phrase that he repeats in the verse, which I believe to be ehbubadeesaybubadeeyon.

― Mario Meatwagon (Moodles), Thursday, July 19, 2018 8:33 AM (four hours ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

I named my high school band Desert Ice and as bad as I feel about that I'm glad I somehow did not think of Rusted Root.

They're still touring, and judging by recent YouTube videos, they sound just as good now as they did then.

They burst on the scene in Pennsylvania when I was in college - 1994/5, Saw them 5 or 6 times in 1994. Each show was magical...they had it back then.

I have "When I Woke" and "Welcome To My Party". I love the WIW opening track "Drum Trip". It's so anti-commercial! Vocals are a bit David Byrne-ish.

I happen to be listening to that track right now (when you search Rusted Root on Spotify, playlists that come up include "Have a Great Day!", "Totally Stress Free", and "A Perfect Day" -- sounds like my vibe)

Ultimately they may have damaged or certainly limited their careers by allowing themselves to be exclusively lumped into the Deadhead / jam band circuit.

Only one of the members in the photo posted above is still in the band. How DARE the current incarnation call themselves "Rusted Root."

Is that true? Looks like the same folx -- https://www.rustedroot.com/

Rusted Root has one original member, the others are all collected bits of twigs and rope shaped into person-shaped figures.

i recently went on an ill-advised revue of woodstock 99 videos and pretty much every part of this is exactly what you'd expect

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=on_JmSwh5NU

a drum circle is like a river

always moving, always...so refreshing

and you need it to live

More like a dirty puddle

but it doesn't belong to you, at the same time

Got my sandle wet and muddy

Sandal

I have a halo of drums tattooed around my heart so that the beat of life will always sustain me. Well, around my right nipple, actually. I was too baked to remember which side was my heart side but I'd like to think my heart forgives me.

I have 'RUSTED ROOT' tattooed on my thing.

Exactly how much hemp must one smoke in order to rust a root?

the phrase "rusted root" refers to what happens when somebody with red hair frosts their tips

this thread has made me reconsider my stance on the legalisation of marijuana tbh, these fucks need a haircut and a job asap

Old Lunch, you are so damned funny

I thank you, but as you can see, the quickest way to demolish a thread's momentum is to encourage my dipshittery.

(I'll get the unamused people in my life to give you some pointers for future use.)

Rusted Root go on Chapo

Is that true? Looks like the same folx -- https://www.rustedroot.com🕸/

Members
Michael Glabicki
Bobby Schneck Jr.
Zil Fessler
Dirk Miller
Daisie Ghost Flower

Past members
Jim DiSpirito
Liz Berlin
Jim Donovan
Jenn Wertz
John Buynak
Ethan Winograd
Preach Freedom
Colter Harper
Jason Miller
Wendy Beile
Nery Arevalo
Cory Caruso
Patrick Norman

Preach Freedom

I'd never seen this video before and it's way less dated than I would have expected, like hippie shit is removed from all usual pop culture time signifiers.

A friend of mine ended up hanging out with these guys in a desert somewhere in like 1993 and I assume did a lot of shrooms. And this record was a staple at my wife's college house in Ann Arbor circa 1995 thanks to our shameful sort-of jam band past, but mostly from her hippie roommates who sometimes had random people and tanks of nitrous in the basement. I won't lie, I didn't hate it, though drugs were usually involved. I also had sex at least once while this record was playing.

Anybody here have some salient facts about əkoostik hookah?

This band, who I've never actually heard, was the breaking point for my wife's jam band era. I think she might have ended seeing them with the hippie roommates and fucking hated it so much that it made her suddenly and jarringly realize how dumb so much of that shit was and how obnoxious and idiotic and mindless and snobby all the hippies who frequented her house were.

She used to sing the line "take the train to HOOKAVILLE" to me as shorthand for "my hippie roomates did something stupid or irresponsible again" or to make me mad but it would fill her with shame to do so and she'd get angry at herself about it.

PS. I still love the Dead and refuse to strongly denounce Phish.

I also had sex at least once while this record was playing

Thread took a rather dark turn. I'm so sorry. The therapy bills alone must be astronomical, but really you never fully recover.

Even now you still hear that loathsome voice whisper in your ear.

"joygoat...

ehbubadeesaybubadeeyon"

She used to sing the line "take the train to HOOKAVILLE" to me as shorthand for "my hippie roomates did something stupid or irresponsible again"

I've never heard ekoostik hookah, but that's great.

Ahem, it's 'əkoostik' thankyouverymuch.

I'd like to think they're huge primadonnas about the exact spelling of their band's name in marquees and college newspaper ads and what have you. 'Excuse me, does that look like a schwa to you? Do you know who we are? We're əkoostik fucking hookah, you piece of trash. Don't make me crush you like a bug. (bows) Namaste.'

Ohhhh, yeah, the other band that used to come through town all the time was Umphrey's McGee. Like, I understand that you're probably high when you name your jam band. That's just as god intended. But there isn't some point along the line where you manage to avoid being high for 5-10 minutes and realize what a horrifying assemblage of phonemes you've saddled your band with? Just typing the words 'Umphrey's McGee' kinda makes me want to punch something.

I am finally this moment listening to Rusted Root's hit single 'Send Me On My Way' for the first time since starting this thread (for the first time in years, probably) after realizing that it is, for some reason, on my iPod. I have no recollection of putting it there, but I guess I have to accede that the Root moves in mysterious ways and I cannot predict how or when they will manifest in my world.

I can tell that this singer has never used the top button of a shirt in his life. I might even go as far as the top two or three buttons. You gotta let the good people see the pukka beads, man.

I want to change into a knit hemp poncho so badly right now, I can't even tell you. I'm going to have to content myself for now with the tie-dyed tapestry I just draped over my work station.

Four minutes and change? That's it? I feel utterly shortchanged rn. Need. More. Rooooot.

I would like to hold my little hand.

I would like to sing about a thing that I would like to do which would take less effort to actually just do than to sing about. I would like that.

I would like to type some words on my keyboard.

Oh Maceo, oh Matteo

I thought forever that this is what he sang but all of the lyrics sites seem to disagree. I still think it. I still think it, lyrics sites.

Yep, cross-referenced the names in the photo with the following from Wikipedia:

Must be hella challenging for the dude to
find age-progressed facsimiles of his former bandmates.

Pretty sure he makes them all undergo extensive cosmetic surgery toward that end.

Also, pro musicians are generally happy to
stick with a band that can reliably book gigs, no? Why is Rusted Root membership such a revolving door? Maybe the guy’s a germophobe, and doesn’t pass his pipe around.

He probably sits around harshing his bandmates' mellow by bragging about his stock portfolio all day or something.

he doesn't fire anybody, he just... sends them on their way

Dude's always like "buylowbesellhighoway" and everyone just kind of nods despondently.

'Oh, so you...you really talk like that, huh? All the time? Huh. Hmm. (sigh)'

Can’t say I’ve heard this song. This thread is definitely a warning not to :P

If you've seen a commercial for like a travel agency or maybe a cruiseline and the song you heard wasn't the B-52's song 'Roam' you've probably heard this song without realizing it. It's the 'Solsbury Hill' of Generation X.