Mediaeval Boeufcakes - Beatniks in the 21st Century
The Mediaeval Boeufcakes started with our inspiration after seeing this Mediaeval Baebes video on You tube.
Naturally our nearly unrehearsed performance didn't quite measure up to the Baebes, despite our raw masculine appeal. The dork factor of this image overwhelmed me. This photograph is from the inaugural and possibly final appearance of the “Mediaeval Boeufcakes”.
It was only after I saw this picture posted on someone else's Facebook page that I realized we look like a couple of beatniks taken out of time. Since we never did find time to practice, we didn't sound much better than we looked.
Yes, I admit, that's me playing an overgrown bass recorder at an informal gathering that can only be generically described as a “21st Century hootenanny”. As if an obsession with medieval and baroque music isn't shameful enough, I'm hanging around with a bunch of superannuated hippies.
Those of you who have been trained as detectives may have noticed a couple of things;
Grandpa Bill and his granddaughter in the background don't look too thrilled. The picture must have been taken during one of our moments of what I can only call “creative intonation”. We provided many such moments.
My recorder is being held together by a green rubber band. I broke a key spring about ten minuted before we played. There's no better way to start a performance than by asking the audience if anyone has a rubber band to fix your instrument.
My only defense relies on the wisdom of that renowned sage of Milwaukee, Art Kumbalek,
“I’m Another Steve S and man oh manischewitz what a world, ain’a? I say what the fock!”