Volumen BetaBob Marshall Watch Bob, and watch him close. See if you can catch him slippin’. You never will, because this plunging draft horse of the VOLUMEN skins never does. Every beat, fill, ride...every damn flam-flam or paradiddle he plays fits as tight and snug as in those walls at Macchu Picchu where you can’t even slip a piece of paper between these stones as big as a Volkswagen Beetle. It’s a craft he’s honed in nearly half a dozen other Missoula bands, including Prosciutto, Saved for This Dark Dawn and the much-missed Spanker. The tireless BobJob is still foaming to rock long after his bandmates have packed it in for the evening, and, like Doug, he’s also an excellent cook. Keep him away from the chilies, though—last time Bob came to my house, he whipped up some 2:30 AM quesadillas that cleared the place out like a canister of CS gas.  |
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