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TOM FUN ORCHESTRA in Hamilton (Casbah)


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Are you one of those folks sad because you're stuck studying when the weather's getting nice?

Are you down in the dumps cuz the Leafs missed the playoffs and the Senators are on the verge of elimination?

Perhaps you're pissed you didn't react in time to grab your Leonard Cohen tickets?

In any event, the answer to your blues is to check out THE TOM FUN ORCHESTRA.

For fans of all things country-bluegrass-ragtime-jazz-reggae-surf, you need to listen/see this stupendous band.

For fans of THE SILVER HEARTS, THE UNIONIST MINISTERS, THE SADIES, UNITES STEEL WORKERS OF MONTREAL.

[color:green]Cincinnati Records Proudly Presents

TUESDAY APRIL 22, 2008

8PM Drs, 9:30PM Show || $6 at the door || LIC-AA

TOM FUN ORCHESTRA

with guests GOOD SPELL, SNOW HEEL SLIM & THE BOOGIE INFECTION

CASBAH

306 King St W || 905-521-4441 || http://www.casbahlounge.ca

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Johnny Turbo: Guitar, Vocals

Alicia Penney: Guitar, Vocals

Morgan Currie: Violin

Donald Calabrese: Bass

Dave Mahalik: Accordion

Victor Tomiczek: Banjo

Devon Strang: Drum Kit

Zach MacLean: Guitar

Albert Lionais: Trumpet

Shane O'Handley: Shakey Bass

http://www.myspace.com/tomfunorchestra

http://www.tomfun.ca

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Born somewhere in the north Atlantic on a large fishing vessel, Tom's mother was an Austrian gypsy who had disguised herself as a male deck-hand in order to board the ship and create a new life on the other side. Her identity was revealed when she went into labour and shortly after Tom's birth was forced to walk the plank.

Tom was taken ashore by an aging sailor named Whisky Gibbons who deposited him at a brothel on the edge of a small town somewhere outside of anywhere. So it was that Tom spent most of his childhood being raised by call girls, learning cuss words and card tricks from tramps, vagabonds and outlaws, developing a fondness for cheap perfume, bourbon & show tunes.

When Tom was 13, having learned all he could learn at the brothel he set out on his own, finding himself at a rock quarry, smashing rocks into pebbles and pebbles into dust. He was taken under the wing of a seasoned miner - a black man named Alibi Slims. On top of showing Tom how to drink without taking his cigarette out of his mouth, Alibi taught Tom how to sing the gospel songs he learned growing up; "You've gotta sing 'em with yer nuts, child".

Years passed and Tom had smashed a mountain into dust. Grabbing his few meagre possessions (including a pocket-sized sun dial and the 4 stringed guitar Alibi had given him), he hopped a refrigerated box-car and "hiccuped his way across the country".

Some more time went by; new bottles of whisky turned old and the Good Ship Tommy Fun found itself docked in the rumored 'basement' of the abandoned Vogue theatre in Sydney, Nova Scotia. Here Tom began constructing his laboratory dedicated to "tin-can clanking, bottle cap- tapping & dizzy, dizzy shaking". As word spread of the late night howling heard to be emitted from the bowels of the Vogue, a league of turned-on, former gentlemen began joining Tom in his laboratory for "all night celebrations of musical excess and prescribed chaos". By means of their musical genius, The Holy Microphone Machine - as they became known - began to supersonically spread Tom's message to an ever-growing congregation.

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