Another Dead Clown is funny people making serious music.
“You are in this band. If you don’t like something you see going on here tonight, please come on stage and fix it.”
The current phase of the band began with a series of home recordings traded among friends. The idea was that it was better to come away from a night of drinking with a couple of songs than a couple of stories.
It started off as a joke or a rumor. A couple of teenagers hanging up post-dated show posters for imaginary bands: Mouse Prom, Super Naggle, Friends of Friends, Girls on Bikes. Riding bikes and tossing water balloons at old folks, they spilled stolen beer onto fake setlists that they crumpled up and tacked onto their bedroom walls. Monday mornings on the bus, the two would gush about the weekend’s shows. Savalas Youth at the Depot House. Emily’s Dying at the German Club. Slugger at the El n Gee. But no matter what the lineup, the opener was always Another Dead Clown.
Then, one day, the two kids received a letter in the mail from a local venue. They had been booked to open a show the following month. They had no choice but to play the gig. One was armed with a Fisher Price My First Tape Recorder and a bucket of cassettes from a church yardsale. The other miked his acoustic guitar with a broken camcorder and ran it though a Big Muff. A one-armed friend kept time on a Roman centurion helmet replica.
No one in this band knows how it started. At least one of the founding members is dead.
For one show they would arrive as a five-piece improvisational hardcore band and lay the place to waste. For the next show Another Dead Clown was a 72 year old Haitian man playing a two string banjo.