The Suborbitals :: A Brief Chronology
The year is 2002. Ryan Masters is the poet-in-residence of Pacific Grove, California.
When Masters insists the band be called The Suborbitals, Yonkers immediately regrets his decision. He recognizes The Suborbitals as a terrible name that is tremendously difficult to even fucking say.
But it’s too late now. By this point, Masters knows where Yonkers lives.
Through a mutual friend, Masters finds Heath Proskin, a first-call bass player and gifted Dillhole Theorist. Proskin received a scholarship to attend Berklee College of Music, yet foolishly opted for the high seas. The Suborbitals is the boulder in his personal Sisyphean tale of redemption. Despite repeatedly making the same joke about being paid by the note, his services are retained.
The Suborbitals play their first gig in January 2003 with a septuagenarian poet named Bill Minor on keys. Minor tells The Suborbitals to kick rocks. They add local standout Ben Herod on saxophone, flute and percussion; completing the dark, analgesic sound they had no idea they were seeking.
The Suborbitals refine their act during long-term residences at Monterey biker bar Ocean Thunder and downtown music mecca Monterey Live. In 2006, they release their first album, Blackout Rolling, to polite reviews.
The calendar pages are torn in quick succession and flung around the room while The Suborbitals rage quietly on. Hair grays slightly. A tumescent paunch emerges. On Herod's face, a grandiose beard appears and disappears rapidly in succession. Over the years, the poor bastards play hundreds of shows and survive countless rock-and-roll calamities.
2018! A new album, Hey Oblivion is finally slated for release. The wind is at their back and their prow, as ever, remains fixed upon the bottom. Dive, good and doomed gentlemen. Ring the abyss bell and take its infinite echo in your squid-like arms.