The Los Flamingos Story.
Born from a rare combination of sheer boredom and frighteningly low talent levels, Los Flamingos owes its beginnings to brown beverages. For years, the band has taken the art of sitting around a living room to new heights, and what began as an experiment in performing and recording bad cover songs has blossomed into an impressive array of questionable originals. Throughout the years, Los Flamingos has remained true to its Tuesday evening get-togethers, if nothing else. It is on these hallowed evenings that the bourbon flows and the magic happens. Give some drunks some instruments and some microphones and just try and stop the madness – it can’t be done. Hope you enjoy!
Ace Montana a.k.a. Papa Chubby - Lead Vocals, Guitars, Bottles of Bourbon
Frappy Jefferson - Guitars, Bass, Drums, Small Appliances
Maddog -
Deep Space - Saxophones, Tricorders, Razor blades
The Right Reverend Deuteronomy Skaggs - Guitars, Backing Vocals, Fisticuffs, Apologies
Regular Special Guest Artists - Regular special instruments and items.
* Sadly, due scheduling conflicts and long-distance challenges, Maddog has barked his last bass note with Los Flamingos. Goodbye and goodluck, Maddog - you and your talent will be sorely missed!
DISCLAIMER:
The law firm of Horowitz, Ortega, Rasheed and Smith NYC, hereafter known as the HORS Group, legal representatives for the lead singer of the band Los Flamingos, “requires” the following legal disclaimer to be read aloud before each and every live performance. Our client, Steven M. Davis, the front man and lead singer of Los Flamingos, also know under the various aliases, Ace Montana, Popa Chubby, and Rusty Trombone and God knows how many more, is widely known to be the biggest bull shitter west of the Alleghany Mountains. Furthermore, Mr. Davis is also prone to frequent bouts of “pontificating” (sigh….he thinks we’re referring to his bathroom habits). He also frequently exaggerates, embellishes and generally distorts reality all in his futile, child-like effort to get the cheap laugh (we think a cause and effect might be from not being breast fed as a baby). In other words, be very careful in believing a damn thing he says during the show. Now while R & R to most people means rest and relaxation, to Mr. Davis it means rant and rave. If you are so unfortunate as to find yourself caught in the middle of one of his R & R’s, we respectfully ask that you quietly nod your head in agreement while politely excusing yourself to the bathroom or to the bar for another drink. Do not, repeat do not ask him to comment on politics, religion, bowel movements, OCD, unicorns, animals that can eat you and poop you out their rear, thinning hair, and especially what he thinks you ought to do about any problems you may currently have in your personal life…..he will drive you crazy. You have been warned….so.
Forthwith and hereafter, let it be said that you, the audience member, willingly subject yourself to all comments, observations, crude commentaries, vulgar puppet and mime demonstrations performed by Mr. Davis while on stage. And furthermore, by acknowledging your hearing the reading of this disclaimer you forgo any and all legal actions against Mr. Davis, his family (both known and unknown), his real and “imaginary” friends, the band, their families, pets, and children, the venue host and of course, all of us at the HORS group.
Now all of us HORS are paid handsomely to protect the interests of our client, Mr. Davis. Therefore, any excessive booing, heckling, real and/or imagined acts of physical violence against our client by any “sober” audience member before, during or after the show, that results in physical injury, or Heaven forbid, wounding his extremely fragile, little girly-boy ego to the extent that he cannot perform yet to be booked, more lucrative, money making shows, will result in the HORS Group taking full legal action to recover all our legal fees, first, plus loss of income compensation for Mr. Davis, and enough money to mend his tiny, little bitty, hurt feelings. Warning….Avoid being sucker baited this evening by Mr. Davis, after all he is a “master baiter” and he’s looking for a fight! Plans call for him using funds from the lucrative settlement to pay off his HORS bill (that’s HORS with a W, not an H) and then hiring someone to take him to the islands, permanently. So chill out and drink up….believe us, the band and Mr. Davis gets better after each and every drink, and oh, above all else please have fun!!!
Sincerely,
Harry Horiwitz CEO
The HORS Group Inc.