here’s Oranga Tanga’s brand spankin’ new digital EP:
We began our journey near the end of 2008, six long-time friends who happened to be musicians and had never tried playing together as a band. Five years and almost 150 shows later, we find ourselves enjoying success far beyond anything we could have expected from a half-dozen musical weirdos who just wanted to see what it would sound like, and for this we thank all of our friends and fans.
As some of you know, brYan Tilford, one of our members, passed away in 2014, leaving five survivors and countless people heartbroken. Our continuing efforts were never in doubt; we’re still five brothers in sound, marveling along with our audience at the noise we make, even though it has changed with brYan’s absence. We can still hear his voice ghosting in our harmonies, and his melodic flourishes in our arrangements, but we continue to grow and adapt, as we’ve done for the last five years. Every band is a novel in constant progress. To honor brYan’s contribution, we’ve decided to end the chapter on Brevard Busking Coalition, and begin a new one with a new name — Oranga Tanga.
We will preserve this Facebook page and all of our BBC internet artifacts as a historical record, and as a place where newly discovered artifacts from this era are placed, but we invite all of you to join us in this new project. A link to our new Facebook page appears below, and from there you can discover our new website and what we’re up to in 2015 and beyond. Thank you all for your support, and we hope to see you at a show soon!
new ol’ tune
The starlight sparkled at the moment
when navigation found the hole
Computer displayed all the findings
right upon the ship’s console
They stalled in deep space at the moment
half a million miles away
“Calculate event horizon!”
Engineers heard captain say
developing their path to take
then at once upon the cockpit
did appear their path in space
Then the captain gave the order
and the crew prepared their fate
generating their protection
with synthetic gravity
Now the ship with its protection
that also served as its engine
pulled the spacecraft to the blackhole
Crew silently strapped in
As their path led them closer
the warp in time started to show
it affected the good captain
and his consciousness’ hold
“Mother, please aprove of me!”, captain let out the cry
“I may not be Jesus Christ but I’m alright!
We must all be inside as the outside moves so fast!”
His inner time was blending his future with his past
Observed from a telescope they’d calculated wrong.
Spacecraft was shown frozen but they were alright.
Never came to be crushed as Hawking had foretold
They made through unnoticed through the treacherous blackhole.