Rusty Van Band

How many bands out there are happily named after a rusty van? Only one I know of and this band needs a van...with six members
(Jeff Roades,vocals/guitar, Micheal Oliver, percussion, Brandon Whitson, guitar,Mark Dempsey, keyboards,
Kris Jones, bass,Chris Furman, drums) and all their gear. It’s a wonder they’re not called the “Rusty Bus Band”
It’s collective creativity in motion...jammin’ with a jazz soul, a Grateful Dead groove, an Ekoostic Hookah harmony, Phish phenetics, a Bob Marley bass beat and a Widespread Panic push, the Rusty Van Band’s repertoire can relax even the most tight ass white man.
Shortly after the soulful sounds sink into your ears you will feel the motion of the music in your neck and shoulders. Soon after your hips and ass will follow. I don’t care if your so white your border line albino if you can’t get a groove on to these melodic musicians your probably tone deaf.
Whatever the case may be your not going to stop the joint from jumpin’. Did I say joint?...I think a “sweetleaf spiff” would be in order as an appropriate appetizer to the Rusty Van Band’s entree of entertainment for the evening. After all, when in Rome....
Regardless of your “to puff or not to puff” preferences your going to get a full on contact high hanging out around this merry band of van-doleers. They keep the faith flaming on with covers from Sublime, Marley and the Dead not to mention the original tunes they’ve creatively crafted like King Kong, Come Out, Cold World and Things, just to name a few.
I heard the band a few short weeks ago, quickly downloaded a couple songs and have been kravin’ their kynd of flavor ever since. Don’t get me wrong I dig the classic rock, the 90’s covers and the new “rage against the man” music that most other popular local bands are jammin’ to but now that I’ve sampled the sweet sativa sounds of the Rusty Van Band I’m addicted and jones’n for more. So far I have been catchin my buzz at Latitudes, they keep booking them steady and I love the bar anyway so it’s a perfect combination. Normally to feed on this caliber of jam band jive you have to pack the tent, call off work, stuff the stash box and drive a couple of hours or so to an expensive concert in some distant airfield or open air arena. A fifteen minute trip to the Rusty Van Band’s local gig gives you the same high without the hassle. There may not be a “shakedown street”(yet) but at least you didn’t get shaken down for a $25 ticket, $10 for parking and an uncomfortable night in a rain soaked campground. Besides, if you are as hardcore addict as me once or twice a year ain't gonna get it anyway.
Get off your ass, get a buck in gas and get out to the gig. I did and I’ve had an illegal smile on ever since!