Oedipus and the Motherfuckers

Before the full fledged eruption of the Knox scene, there was Oedipus and the Motherfuckers, a group of guys who were very high and had much longer hair than they do now. Band consisted of Brooks Johnson, aka BPJ PBJ (Vox), Steuart Lansing Pitt III, aka Spittman (Guitar/Vox), Will Faber, aka Fabulous Fabes (Guitar/Guitar synthesizer), Peter Burghardt, aka Chimpo (Bass/Vox), and Ryan Fitzgerald, aka Fitz. The band, after some internal changes and a series of paradigm shifts, became Nightlife.

Inauspicious Beginnings

This group of young, industrious men took offense to the lack of on campus banditude, thereby placing upon themselves the burden of forging a hardhitting Psyko Punk freakout group, an aural equivalent of the Weather Underground Organization. Many libations later, they found themselves writing music together and, eventually, recording a very low quality CD which almost nobody has anymore (or had in the first place): The Nobel Prize Juice EP, a reference to the Beatles film Help!, which had been for many weeks the movie of choice for the the group. As a side note, most people think "Nobel Prize Juice" refers to heroin, which it probably does, although none of the members have ever done heroin, much to the dismay of Fabulous Fabes.

After crafting together this... interesting recording, they celebrated in classical Bacchanalian excess, spilling bong water all over the room that Peter Burghardt shared with his then roommate, Matt Ahlquist.

Fortunes Go Up?

The band played a handful of shows, including several at in the basement of the Alternative Media

House, leading to the consumption of forties and whiskey

Desperate crowd reaching to touch the savant skull of Peter "Chimpo" Burghardt, who was too busy rocking out to care.

for a few people, sex for almost no one, and Burghardt divorcing his first wife, Phyllis "Syph" Wachomsky.

The most well known of the infamous Spittman/Fabulous Fabes Guitar Arch. That shit is killer.

Though the students of Knox watched them battle through the sweat, blood, and tears of several performances, particularly after a noteworthy appearance at a battle of the bands in which the general consensus was that their careers were finished, the band exploded onto the stage during the Anti-Philosophy Club's 2004 prom. Their performance was heralded as "really fun" with "some killer moves", including the prowess-laden "Spittman/Fabulous Fabes Guitar Arch", which many found to be a sort of visual poetry. Incidentally, the Guitar Arch survived briefly under the reign of Nightlife, but was dropped so that the move would cease taking away attention from the music, which no one ever gave a shit about when the Guitar Arch happened.

The golden boys could do no wrong. Or so they thought.

Holy Shit Nightlife?!?!!

All things, both beautiful and grotesque (and Oedipus was both), must come to an end. Fitz was a senior and so had to move on to greener pastures (though some think he simply became an ephemeral force of life, drifting to the minds of anyone who has ever had a thought that no one else has ever had EVER). A new year meant a new direction, and as things were to take their course, the band decided to take a conceptual break from Oedipus and, pulling in drummer Timmy Rairdon, a friend of Spittman's. Deciding on the decidedly iffy name of Nightlife, they have been playing barns and Bar (and Bat!) Mitzvahs around the country.

Where the winds will take the remaining members only God knows, but surely it will be to an elysian-esque paradise of such cacophonous thunder that when the first small melody is plucked from their instruments, a wave a hellish fire will wash over the planet, leaving nothing behind by charred corpses, miserable in life, now saved and purged in death.

Discography

The Nobel Prize Juice EP