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The purpose of this site is to hopefully set the story straight once and forall, and to have the correct information available on an ongoing basis to all who want it. The bio will be more correct than any available (unless we decide to lie to you, or conceal the ugly truth, which is our prerogative and would only be for the best of all concerned). We will have some goodies for you. Hopefully there will be merchandise available for purchase; certainly there will be some multimedia links that are unavailable anywhere else. We're going to have some live tracks available, perhaps a studio cut or two, and video.
Every attempt will be made to include news of the activities of the various ex-members' continuing musical activities. All ex-dB's continue to this day to make music in various ways. Occasional missives direct from one dB Emeritus or another (or to another!) is not out of the question. Of course, when some news of importance comes along, we'll let you know if you: Sign up for the newslist, which we promise won't be voluminous. There's a message board for you online chatters and (say it ain't so) tape traders. Your messages may or may not reach members of the band. No promises. Y'all play nice, now. If someone discovered the Rosetta-Stone-like 12-album unreleased dB's studio outtakes, it'd be a big surprise to us, but we'd certainly want to hear about it. Suggestions for particular features to make available on the Web site are welcome. Corrections will be dealt with most severely, possibly by deportation. (Nah, we'll just try to make the changes.) And of course we ain't going to sell, give, trade, barter, strew, spew or otherwise disseminate your name or email address to anybody else at all, ever. Even if you beg us to. That's our privacy policy and we're stickin' to it. The Scrapbook is a whole bunch of photos and other dB's-related images, a few of them fairly well-known publicity stills but mostly snapshots from our own collections, work photos from album covers, posters, set lists, and other marginalia. A trip down dB's memory lane that you definitely won't see anywhere else, including some rather compromising positions. This section will be added to when possible. The dB's salute your incisive recognition of whatever it is we were (and which our recordings shall forevermore continue to be), and your ability and inclination to locate us on the Internet. Pop rock, power pop, new wave... the narrowfying terms are beside the point and we always hated 'em. It was rock music with melody, in the tradition of Beatles, Kinks, Byrds, Big Star, and all the others that preceded and inspired us, and those among our contemporaries who shared the pursuit. Not to restrict our influences; garage rock, soul, folk, blues, classical, show tunes, progressive rock, the Velvet Underground, Dylan, Beefheart, Led Zeppelin, Burt Bacharach, the Move, the Bubble Puppy, the MC5, easy listening, fire-and-brimstone radio preachers, TV and radio jingles, scratchy children's 78s, spoken-word transcriptions, car radios with bad antennas and a dial spun in the late-night search for the perfect song, etc etc, and just plain bad music were all important to our development. Pop music and culture was not as stratisfied and separated by genre/demographic when we were growing up as it is now, and for that we feel fortunate. We hope and believe that we added to the canon. The dB's can fairly lay claim to in turn inspiring others; we're not going to name any names -- you know better than we do who they are.
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to the Original Official Obligatory One and Only Web site Shrine to your heroes The dB's. The band with the most misspelled three-letter name in all of history. The band that started up in the late 70's in the giant shadow of theexplosion of daring new music that centered in New York City in the 70's, who dared carry on through the overprocessed-recording era of the 80's with its devotion to rock, melody, intricate arrangements, subtle experimentation, dark humor, the obligatory angst, and a distinct lack of 80's hair styles (although we were occasionally as guilty of sartorial questionability as many of that strange decade, but at least not in spandex, never in spandex). The band that insisted on... umm... the continued viability in the postpunk era of the rock and pop music we grew up loving and living to. Or something like that.
There's a ludicrously complete discography. We reserve the right to add to it whenever we feel like it. Or something else comes out. We'll eventually have discographies of the various other work of each member. There's some prehistory that remains to be gotten to, also: the ever-exciting tangled web of Winston-Salem natives who have made their mark on rock.