aka “Geoff” – warblin, acoustics
Geoffrey Glen Marshall began his career at the tender age of 5, harmonizing with his brothers and sisters on the stage of the Ouppik Carnival in his hometown of Greenwood Nova Scotia. The year was 1968. The Marshalls is a return to the songs he loves and has sang all his life. He is an iconic figure on the Ontario music scene with his Toronto-based psychedelic rock band Antimatter, a legendary grunge production of Jesus Christ Superstar, a foray into drum ‘n bass with FinalProgram, a tenure in the reggae band of King Shadrock, and leading Montreal’s Angry Parrots. Geoffrey Glen is rolling back to page one of the songwriting bible to connect to his roots, the tradition of early country, folk and blues, and the audiences who love these songs as much as he does. He is also a talented illustrator, new media designer and co-founder of exclaim! magazine who’s portfolio is posted at geoff-marshall.com
aka Gary Robertson – telecasterin’
After many years carousing with the likes of The Ground, The Kansas City Milkmen, and Scott B. Sympathy, Fender gave it all up when the bars banned smoking. His retirement was barely noticed by his peers, largely because he told nobody of his decision. He clearly spent none of this time off working on his scales. In fact, his years in the wilderness seemed to have had no impact whatsoever. He still mispronounces some fairly common words. He still refuses to eat in front of people. He still smokes.
His return to the world of greasepaint and beer tickets was entirely spurred by a late night phone call from Geoffrey Glen in the spring of 2012.
“How are your country licks?” Geoff asked.
“Who is this?” Fender replied… as he fumbled for his Zippo…
Dixie Cup Marshall
aka Sean Dignan – batterin’
Arriving on our shores via Suckerpunch and Dodge Fiasco, Dixie is our heartbeat and a reliable source of free sandwiches
and cigarettes. Dixie takes his role as the sex symbol of The Mail Order Cowboys very seriously, and occasionally tucks in his shirt. At 6’9″ he is definitely one of the tallest cousins, and Paul Bunyan comparisons abound. Apparently I can’t get these photos to line up unless I add a bit more text so here is a sentiment from the immortal bard to Dixie:
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
aka Tim Bradford – bassin, and backin’
What can we say about ol’ T.B. that he can’t say for hisself twice as fast and eloquent? He fronts his own unit the Tim Bradford Band. He’s a master of the walking bass line shuffle and he sings harmonies like no other. Plus he keeps us in stitches with a non-ending stream of dirty jokes and one-liners. Good on ya, T.B.! Now back to the bard:
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
aka Ryan Barwin – tear-jerkin” pedal steel
Snowball plays like an angel chuggin’ moonshine and we bless the day he anointed us with his presence. He plays in many other great bands that we are unable to recall in our ecstatic stupor but hopefully he will regurgitate some names and links so you can enjoy him elsewhere. And now the end of that old poem:
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Geoff Marshall and the gang would like to dedicate this corner of the internet to all the valiant cousins who have also served over the years and will be rousted again – (in no partic’lar order) Syd, Shady, Kitty, Doghouse, Burger-Royale, Hodge-Podge, the Reverend, Doc, Oatmeal, Smiley, Lolly, Betty, Jimmy, Tombstone, JJ, Fast Eddy, Peatmoss, Franky, Rabbit, Timber, Token,Ticky-Tack and all the rest – we thank you sincerely.