Wow, maybe you could ask for a dozen white doves to be released as you take the stage?
“Dude, that would be the best. But man, the chemistry with this band works on the fact that we have nothing, and making something out of nothing is where our creativity comes from. So being able to ask for whatever we wanted? Man, the possibilities are endless. Like, an entire crew of ’40s German burlesque dancers with fuckin’ fire yo-yos, you know? That’s just off the top of my head right now. Who knows what we could come up with if we really thought about it.”
Generally speaking, what are the band’s goals right now?
“We’re doing everything in our power to hit the world in the face with this band. We’re just trying to punch people in the mouth, and we want people to get punched and either love the fact that they got punched, Fight Club -style, or be like, 'You know, I hate getting punched in the face, but you know what? This band is all right!'"
Like our restaurant scene, Philadelphia’s music community is in the midst of a renaissance. The regeneration was on abundant display during SXSW, where, no matter where you went, a band from Philly was on the tip of someone’s tongue, in front of their eyes or ringing in their ears. Even Bill Murray’s.
Rusted Root's eclectic mix hits Coda