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The Taxpayers

the taxpayersGenre: jazz / goof punk

Bio: The Taxpayers kicked off in 2007 in Portland, Oregon.  Starting as a three-piece guitar/bass/drum group, they’re are now seven of them. Rob Taxpayer sings & plays guitar, Noah Taxpayer plays drums, Danielle Taxpayer sings & plays accordion, Phil Gobstopper plays bass, Kevin Lurkins plays trumpet, Alex Saxplayer plays Baritone Saxophone, & Andrew Link plays Banjo.

I saw The Taxpayers live with Ramshackle Glory & Speaker for the Dead in Worcester, MA, in 2013.  All the bands killed it.

Drunk, standing near the back entrance, swaying from side to side talking to another traveling kid, a massive flame burst forward like a red fist from inside.  A dancing crew of trumpets & guitar & accordion & triangles, instruments in the hands of at least twenty goofy kids, followed the flame as another red fist extended from the lips of the kid at the head of the pack.  He poured more fuel in his mouth, jumped forward, and fire, like a lighthouse, lead the group into the streets where they continued playing.

& that was the show’s finale.

Links: Bandcamp / Facebook / Website

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Jeremiah Walton is wary of bios, but there's the current sign they're flying: “Jeremiah Walton is founder of Nostrovia! Press & traveling bookstore Books & Shovels. They’ve featured at the NYC Poetry Festival, Oakland Beast Crawl, San Francisco Lit Crawl, Death Rattle, the Kansas City Poetry Throwdown, Cleveland’s Guide to Kulchur: Snoetry, among other lit fests, street corners, & living rooms across the country. They loath-themselves, & are struggling to find a healthy extension of the poem that incorporates publishing. Consistently confused, & trying to make space for compassion for the parts of myself I hate.” That feels like tattooing "love me" across my neck, but hopefully you get to know me thru my poems, not the accolades that are nothing more than memories to let go of.

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