Jimmy C (center), Kit Hain (right), Patrick Moser (left), and John Ness (not
shown) are Uncle Dirty. Original rock Music from Maui.Jimmy C:
When do musical influences metamorphose into a person's own style? When does part-time life become a full-time commitment? When does a lifetime of musical experience bubble over into performance as rich as its sources? Ask Jimmy C. - he's living proof that a man's whole music is bigger than the sum of its parts.
Jimmy C's eclectic, stick-wise drumming style results from years of layering. Jazz-fusion, dixie-cowboy, Philly doo-wop, Jersey shore sweat-bang; flavors of musical moments from 35 years of rock and roll history jump off the skins when Jimmy C. slams into gear.
The sixth kid of six kids, Jimmy was raised in the direct beam of 50's TV radio personalities while Mom and Dad went on autopilot. His crib rocked to the patter of jacked-up radio jocks, and he grooved to the make-out music his older sibs used to make their moves with.
Syncopated clattering tap shoes may have put the beat in Jimmy's "sole"; performing became a way of life after lessons opened up all those possibilities. Mom's gift of a bongo drum (inspired by the admiring looks Cubby got from the rest of the Mouseketeers when he thumped out the beat on his traps) put Jimmy into the rhythm he's kept since.
Kit Hain: Kit's love of music started when he began singing gospel, folk and popular songs with his mom and three brothers. His first instrument was accordion (age 7): followed by saxophone (age 9). He started playing guitar in his teens and has been playing ever since. He took up bass about a year ago after being inspired to join Patrick in presenting his uniquely humorous, risque, political, and poetic song's (as well as his excellent guitar playing and music production talents).
Patrick
Moser:Out here in 96708 the sky is always changing. The trades blow across the island from the east fresh with the breath of the vast Pacific. The nocturnal blends of jungle blooms waft like invisible dreams into the olfactory pleasure zones. The crack and roar of Peahi playing marbles with the boulders on the shore must be the genesis of the unforgettable PEAHI SOUND. Somewhere out there in the Peahi playground, between the opihi and the guava, the upcountry underground sound of Uncle Dirty and the Sweaty Farm Girls' Choir is keeping the fighting chickens up way past their bed time.
When I first met U D he had a different name. His wife worked for a princess and my daughter was one of the heirs to her will. That's how I came to know U D. Liz knew of my felonious interest in cetacean liberation and hooked me up with some archival documents from the first wife of a famous scientist/cult leader who had passed away. In he course of that event I mentioned that I had just bought an old lap steel and Liz introduced me to her domestic alchemist, U D. I remember the guy wore a dirty white V-neck T-shirt. He gave me a cd to take home . So I did . . . along with all the archival stuff from late famous guy's first wife.
When I got home I started to play it and then I just pushed pause about a minute into it and called Lisa. Lisa lives just a lilikoi's roll down the lane from UD. She played drums in Mike and Rae's basement on Saturday nights up in Kula. Lisa came over and together we realized this guy had something our little band family could use. UD had the sound, the voice and the sardonic lyrics that could only be described as a bio dynamic buffet of wanton wit and spicy sarcasm. Hundreds of weekends later filled with food, gyrating farm girls and canine company UD developed his latest CD. With the help of a new crew in the studio UD's latest venture is gonna make some waves and ruffle some feathers. Cock a doodle do!
Johnny Ness (below)
