The O’s began one sunny afternoon in the summer of 2008 in Dallas, Texas when, Taylor Young and John Pedigo, decided to join forces. Their quick courtship turned into love at first play. Having known one another through each other’s bands (Polyphonic Spree, Young Heart Attack, Slick 57, Young James Long, Rose County Fair, Boys Named Sue, P.
W. Long, and The BAcksliders) and whiskey (Jack, Johnny, Makers, etc.), the attraction was simple and our mission determined. If the world is an oyster and we are gobblers, then the planet is a tortilla and the O’s are a stick of butter.
We find ourselves on the precipice of the future. And in that, the O’s hold on to a dear and sacred past with the sound of an acoustic guitar and banjo. Mix another instrument or two in and you have a mesh of the glory days of the past with a vibration as resounding as it is relevant.
While we all seek invention and innovation, sometimes a simple song is what we most want to hear; the music we all listen to a 3AM; the songs we sing around a fire; the tunes we hum while driving. It isn’t the intention for the O’s to look forward, but to live now embracing the ultimate nature of the world’s unwavering and perpetual path towards connecting everyone through song.
The O’s play the singing along, dancing along, drinking along, and playing along type of music. And as O’s go, we have always told ourselves it isn’t about the girls, the money, the hotel rooms, the alchemy, the out of state voter registry, the bar tabs, the chain smoking, the heartaches, the hardships, the expenses, the remembering of the road, the forgetting of what really happened, the consulates in several countries, the conclusion of tours, the beginning of hangovers, the melting of cheese on chili, the secrets to remaining hydrated on the road, the thought that maybe one day we’ll have zappers instead of tour buses, the smell of spring in the Northeast, the dew on the trees in the Northwest, the summer heat in the southwest, the dodging of hurricanes in the Southeast, or even the music.
It’s about the song… and the party.
