Rusted Root Neologisms

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.

vile slander of 'solsbury hill' u heathen

(opening guitar line plays as a perky couple puts their luggage in the trunk/boot of their car)

VO: 'You work hard, so when it comes to your vacation, leave the work to us.'

Ommaway

(car cruising down the highway as the guitar line continues)

Ommaway

(medium shot of our couple who, while driving, turn to one another and break into spontaneous laughter)

VO: 'At Bleeple-Blorp Travel, we go that extra mile to send you on your way.'

Ommaway

(random shots of the couple frolicking around a bonfire on a beach and sampling local cuisine at an outdoor bistro)

Ommaway

('Send Me On My Way' briefly morphs into 'Solsbury Hill', no one in the audience notices)

Ommaway

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It's worth noting that in Lunch's lovingly rendered travel-agency commercial, the listener is only treated to the beginner-level mantra of ommaway.

It's probably best this way. The casual TV watcher is likely not ready for the mystic Toltec wisdom enshrined in oombayseeyou. Let alone the expert-level incantation ehbubadeesaybubadeeyon.

It simply won't do for mere initiates in Rootism to summon the spirit of seemoobadeeyah before they have properly undergone The Five Trials.

"son," he said, "grab your bong, I've come to take you home"

I have cancelled all of this weekend's plans so that I can devote myself entirely to creating the 'Send Me On My Way'/'Solsbury Hill' mashup that bizarro is far too modest to explicitly ask for. I'll just say: message received, my friend.

YMP, the agency in question had an extended cut of their commercial which they tested on some focus groups but, as expected, the invocation of 'ehbubadeesaybubadeeyon' was causing investment bankers and regional managers to abruptly quit their jobs to focus on aligning their chi and finally building that hydroponic greenhouse they'd been idly dreaming about for years. It was too powerful a weapon to be unleashed on the general public.

Legit lolz @ upper miss and lunch. Dying here.

BTW does anyone have ready access to historical archives of their touring schedules, and (if possible) any information about their preferred mode of travel between concert venues in the American South?

Specifically I want to know if they were ever booked to play in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, giving rise to the famous song that begins

Rusted Root in Baton Rouge

Waitin' for a train

addiction to bookmarks nearly caused me to miss this important poll. alas, I can't vote because "Well, cool breeze Baby raam, raam, raam Baby raam, raam" is not an option

looking forward to the next poll: At which line in Dispatch's "The General" do you begin sobbing?

Starting to realize that these guys basically picked up the Cocteau Twins baton and ran with it. Who needs words when you have feelings?

This is the best thread.

I am not going to listen to the song again but I can't for the life of me remember where "seemoobadeeyah" shows up if it is indeed different from "ehbubadeesaybubadeeyon".

you guys woke to their song “Ecstasy”? That was the first one I remember hearing, before SMOMW.

Taken' away your companies
Takin' away your societies and go.
Get me off this backwards ride,
Takin' away your fictitious books of fact.
Yeah, do mum-ba-si-be-ah

I am not planning on listening to it any time soon either, but "ehbubadeesaybubadeeyon" is closer to what I remember.

Wait...they have another song?!

You're gonna have to give me a minute to collect myself here.

love the AllMusic review for their 20th Century Masters compilation, it’s the first time I’ve ever seen the existence of such a collection questioned while bemoaning that Poi Dog Pondering has yet to get a similar treatment.

I can't for the life of me remember where "seemoobadeeyah" shows up if it is indeed different from "ehbubadeesaybubadeeyon".

If you look at the original quote he seems to be saying that "oombayseeyou" is the one (one!) word he made up, and that "seemoobadeeyah" is his onomatopoeic evocation of how the melody goes?

Which brings us to the mystery of "ehbubadeesaybubadeeyon." Numerous Rootologists have posited that "ehbubadeesaybubadeeyon" is an elongated form of "oombayseeyou."

Compare it to the way that the English word "goodbye" derived from "god be with you." Extra syllables wore off over centuries of use in a process of concatenation, to the point that the original phrase is barely recognizable. god be with you > godb'w'you > goodbye.

If you interpolate the syllables you can kind of see it: ehBAbadeeSAYbubadeeYOn. It's essentially "oombaseeyou" with an extra badee and an extra bubadee.

I'm sorry, I have to disagree here. "ehbubadeesaybubadeeyon" is it's own distinct phrae.

I liken it to a common reply. For example:

"How are you doing today?"

"ehbubadeesaybubadeeyon"

"oombaseeyou", OTOH, would be a more acceptable response to "What are you doing today?"

It's a subtle difference, I know.

I'm still in the process of trying to understand the employment of 'ehbubadeesaybubadeeyon' in speech. Is it 'aloha'-esque, an utterance with multiple meanings which depend upon the context of a given situation? When Windchimes (I assume the lead singer's name is Windchimes) walks into his corner bodega for a pack of American Spirits unfiltered, does he simply walk up to the counter and say 'ehbubadeesaybubadeeyon' confident that the clerk will pick up on the inflection and not mistakenly pass Windchimes the clove cigarettes he buys on occasion (usually when housesitting for his half-sister, Nugs, who's allergic to cigarette smoke, bleached flour, and nylon)?

It's not a greeting, it's kind of like a colloquial reply along the lines of "same shit, different day."

Same-ityshitdiffarintday

Ommaway

Did Windchimes from Rusted Root and the Scatman ever work together? They were contemporaries and I think the indifference with which they both viewed the English language would've blended really magically.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hy8kmNEo1i8

I think "ehbubadeesaybubadeeyon" is Rootish for "gleaming the cube."

I would like to gleam my little cube.

The Root Head, having experienced the psychic havoc of being asked by his stepdad to mow the lawn, embraces a rebellious personal violence toward his own eardrums. 'ehbubadeesaybubadeeyon' gives expression to abstract states of feeling which all can share, at least all those who are Root Heads. In this way, the Root Head may be considered, for practical purposes, the Belgian Vegetarian. I've just proven it in this, my most popular post, which surely will not age poorly.

Q: Are Root Heads anything like Juggalos and if so what signifiers of makeup and/or dress do they use to identify one another? Like is there a particular kind of hemp jewelry unique to Root Heads which isn't also used by, say, DMB-lievers?

Automatic thread bump. This poll is closing tomorrow.

C'mon, where is the root love?

Sure, a bit of context is required here: this was the early 90's: Cracked Rear View, Blind Melon, Cotton-Eye Joe, etc. The Dead were still actively touring. Lots of people were obsessed with Phish but still hadn't realized that they didn't have many good songs. So amongst that field, Rusted Root pretty much oozed authenticity.

Plus, they were great live in the early days... fast-strummed acoustic guitar, hand percussion interludes. When that penny whistle hit the opening notes of semeommaway, the room went nuts. They must have played my college once a month in 1993, and I'm pretty sure I was there for every show.

ehbubadeesaybubadeeyon

username checks out

(btw still mad at old lunch for introducing me to this abomination)

I was cranking the Root when I got the ying-yang tatted on my neck back in '96, and then again when I got my dickhole pierced in '98. No better anesthetic imo.

(You'll come around, bg. Might I suggest some musically-accompanied body mods?)

I decided to get both eardrums pierced after hearing this song.

Also performed some minor self-trepanation to let out all the ill humors.

Wicked mods, bro.

It had to be done. Ehbubadeesaybubadeeyon, as they say.

If I didn't have my Rusted Root CD with me, I would just spoon Rainforest Crunch directly into my ears.

The single peaked at #72 on the Hot 100, and the album got no higher than #51. So why was this on the radio all the goddamn time?