Three Reasons Why The Whoreshoes Are Some of the Funniest Gals in Country
San Francisco’s favorite all-gal good-time band, The Whoreshoes, will bring their fiddles, washboards, banjos, and twangy charm back to Santa Barbara when they hit The Mercury Lounge (5871 Hollister Ave., Goleta) on Saturday, October 25. Because there are just too many darn good reasons why you should catch them for us to list, we figured we would simply throw a few questions their way, which Camilla Lombard was happy to answer. And for more on the show, call 967-0907 or visit myspace.com/mercurylounge.
1) You played last year’s installment of Hardly Strictly Bluegrass. How was that for you? It was definitely an honor and a magical experience for all of us. We limited our European tour just to attend the festival one year, so to play it was huge. A high point for me personally was using the performer’s-only toilet as an excuse to introduce myself to Nick Lowe-my silver fox crush. We definitely had a moment. And Joni was also able to introduce Steve Earle to his love child, which was very touching.
2) You have played everything from huge outdoor festivals to local bars. What’s your stage of choice? The one where the strippers tell me I’m cute and the deejay buys my drinks. Honestly, it’s hard to compare the thrill of pristine sound and roaring crowds, but one of our favorite spots of all time is Smiley’s Schooner Saloon in the one-horse town of Bolinas, California. There we are honored when they move the pool table aside and throw beer bottles at each other and not at us. Ultimately, we’ve gone home as giddy from playing in an alcove on Castro Street as we have from the Great American Music Hall.
3) Do you know any good banjo jokes? A guy walks into a bar and says, “I have a great banjo joke to tell you! Wanna hear it?” The bartender pauses for a long time, looks the guy deep in his eyes, and says, “Ya know, I’m a black belt in karate, but I’m also a banjo player. And you see that big burly biker over there? That’s my brother, and he plays the banjo. And you see the six-foot-six lumberjack at the end of the bar lubricating his chainsaw? He’s a banjo player, too. So let me ask you, son-are you really sure you wanna tell a banjo joke?” And the guy replies, “No way man! Not if I have to explain it three separate times!”
