The purpose is to rock, it has always been. To bridge through music the expanding chasm between joy and life, exulting and commiserating and wailing with those still courageous enough to dare it. They are fewer by day. Cause to Believe is their champion.
The ancients stated their case with sticks and skins stretched over hollowed wood. C2B begins with the same, the trade plied by a curly-coiffed craftsman with an adjective for a handle, Sandy, attached in life to nothing but the drum, provid...
The purpose is to rock, it has always been. To bridge through music the expanding chasm between joy and life, exulting and commiserating and wailing with those still courageous enough to dare it. They are fewer by day. Cause to Believe is their champion.
The ancients stated their case with sticks and skins stretched over hollowed wood. C2B begins with the same, the trade plied by a curly-coiffed craftsman with an adjective for a handle, Sandy, attached in life to nothing but the drum, providing live pulses underneath strings of Bass-ic Soul by Jon. Jeff, every bit the guitar hero-replete with perplexingly pained expression and long, loving gazes at his own instrument-twists the boiling stew with speedy reverberations and backup vocals supporting James, lyricist and voice of C2B, who ranges from smooth, polished cadences to livid intonations ripped from the night as his words canvass the spectrum of human emotion.
North Atlantic seaboard veterans all, the endeavors of C2B members have included Hooray for Humans, Rezin, Skindeep, Diegression and Zero Frequency, the legendary party band of Maryland's eastern shore. Combined, Cause to Believe has covered the North Atlantic seaboard, playing all manner of rock, funk, reggae, world beat and hip-hop to crowds from gritty Philly clubs, CBGBs in New York City and the 9:30 Club in D.C. to festivals in the Washington, West Virginia hills and beyond. Welcoming a diverse crowd to their party has become priority 1.
Cause to Believe rehearse in dust-free environs beneath a red monster that bears down on the band like so many swine at the trough, kept at bay only by the purity of the sound and the lyric and the kick and the groove. Floorboards begin to creak in rhythm and a drummer howls as a singer postures and gyrates in pleasure as he is cleansed by the sound. A blue light bulb gleams behind a guitarist attempting to dance and play and wipe his brow all at once. A bassist grins quietly as his thumb plucks his jagged weapon, knowing the idle talk through the set break will be his, and of nothing. And it matters little that these four self-starters cannot recall their meeting or the genesis of the band. If it were not fun, it would not be.
The music is everything. The music is the party, the music is the audience and the music is the religion of humanity. The sound of Cause to Believe music comes from souls torn in twelve directions by the Machinery of Now: computer blips and job stress and war, tension of man and woman and valleys of excitement and peaks of boredom-and gives it back with verve.
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