Several years ago there was a band, Tanzen, that was initially just a few playing some obnoxious-ass rock songs. Tanzen being a verb form of Dance, in German. The members acquired monikers: Perj, Taco, Byelobog, Rip and Der Kaiser. For a little longer than a Spring, the band rehearsed and its members nearly combined to play a gig at a punk show.
Tanzen as a band dissolved but out of its dust emerged fabulous delusions of grandeur: aspirations of psychedelic tracks through strobe lights, commitments to return to greatness that have never once come to fruition.
In 2007, the group was less than an hour from being an unrehearsed opening act at a local venue; women killed it.
Since 2007, its core has kept Tanzen alive with a small flame of uniting its members with the twice-lived Flugzeug to play soul music and propogate its deep waves across the rocky deserts of California; full greatness.
This blog is a testament of the kindling of that flame.
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