bongo jones is dead (know a good bass player?)

First off, sorry about the website.  My computer crashed and I didn't have the CD for the website software so I couldn't update until now.  Second, thanks to all of you that came out to the last two shows and being there.  It was so great to see so many people who came in to our lives because of Bongo and that are our friends.  Below you will find what Buzzy posted on MySpace about the death of Bongo.  I hate when Buzzy doesn't use capital letters so I fixed that for you. 
Our last show is Friday September 29 at the 449 Room in Trenton next to the Conduit.  We're playing with our good friends WFR!, Cryptkeeper 5 and Drive Thru Pharmacy.  Frankie singing and guitar, Buzzy on bass, Stef on guitar and I'll be on drums.  This will be a night to remember.
Rob
 

Listen: after many years and countless shows, it saddens me to announce that Bongo Jones is breaking up. The band, my friends, is dead. Well, not quite. We still have a few shows left in us, including a glorious all night affair at John and Peter's in New Hope, but for all intents and purposes the band is done. What happened? It goes something like this: we were about to change the name of the band. Just for kicks. Just to shake things up. We were getting ready to record some new songs, too, and to book some gigs - here and there, north and south, New York, Philly, Boston, Montreal. And then our bass player Frankie emails us that he's calling a "band meeting". In all the years Frankie has been in Bongo Jones - hell, in all the years I've known him - he's never felt the need to call any sort of meeting with anyone to talk about anything. At all. So we knew something big was happening. We meet at the diner a week later, we order our eggs and patty melts and short stacks, and that's when it goes down. Frankie's out of the band.

Frankie's out of the band.

Frankie was the only bass player Bongo Jones ever had and Frankie and I have been a rhythm section together in various bands since my senior year in high school. High school. And we were great together. More than great. We were, more often than not, a big, badass, bass and drum steam roller leaving huge swaths of low end destruction in our path. Fuck the pocket, we were wearing the whole goddamn pair of pants. This is a player not easily replaced.
After Frankie leaves, the remainder of Bongo Jones sit there, numbly eating our sides of bacon and scrapple, looking at each other, and trying to regain our senses. And then we decide - there's no use going on without him. We were going to change the name of the band anyway, so why not go all the way? Let's kill Bongo Jones good and proper. Let's play our last remaining gigs and then that's the end. We pour gasoline on the whole beautiful mess and drop the match with no regrets. Perfect.
So you have three more opportunities to see Bongo Jones. At Otto's in NYC, at John and Peter's in New Hope, PA, and at the 449 room in Trenton. And then that's it. So long and good luck. Stef, Rob, and I will probably - eventually - try to find a new bass player and form another band, but not now. Not yet. For the next four weeks we say good-bye. We play all the songs one last time. And we drink. A lot. Hopefully with you (all three shows will be fun, but if I were you, I'd be at the John and Peter's show). Come say good-bye to Frankie, come help us pour gas on the fire, and come have a good time. We will be. See you at the shows.

sincerely,
buzzy from bongo jones