Allmusic had this to say about the Residents: "Over the course of a recording career spanning several decades, the Residents remained a riddle of Sphinx-like proportions; cloaking their lives and music in a haze of willful obscurity, the band's members never identified themselves by name, always appearing in public in disguise -- usually tuxedos, top hats and giant eyeball masks -- and refusing to grant media interviews. Drawing inspiration from the likes of fellow innovators including Harry Partch, Sun Ra, and Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, the Residents channelled the breadth of American music into their idiosyncratic, satiric vision, their mercurial blend of electronics, distortion, avant-jazz, classical symphonies and gratingly nasal vocals reinterpreting everyone from John Philip Sousa to James Brown while simultaneously expanding the boundaries of theatrical performance and multimedia interaction.
It was commonly accepted that the four-member group emigrated to San Francisco, California from Shreveport, Louisiana at some point in the early '70s. According to longtime group spokesman Jay Clem -- one member of the so-called Cryptic Corporation, the band's representative body -- they received their name when Warner Bros. mailed back their anonymous demo tape, addressed simply "for the attention of residents". Finding no takers for their oddball sounds, the Residents founded their own label, Ralph Records, for the purposes of issuing their 1972 debut "Santa Dog", released in a pressing of 300 copies which were mailed out to luminaries from Frank Zappa to President Richard Nixon. Their debut full-length, 1974's "Meet the Residents", reportedly sold fewer than 50 copies before the group was threatened with a lawsuit from Capitol Records over its cover, a twisted, dada-esque parody of the art to "Meet the Beatles".
The follow-up, 1974's neoclassical excursion "Not Available", was recorded with the intention of its music remaining unissued; locked in cold storage upon its completion, only a 1978 contractual obligation resulted in its eventual release. 1976's "The Third Reich 'N Roll" was the next official offering, a collection of pop oldies covers presented in a controversial jacket portraying Adolf Hitler clutching an enormous carrot. After a 1976 concert in Berkeley, California which cloaked the Residents behind an opaque screen, wrapped up like mummies -- the most famous of only three live performances mounted during their first decade of existence -- they issued an abrasive 1977 cover of The Rolling Stones' "Satisfaction", which became an underground hit on both sides of the Atlantic at the peak of the punk movement. As the decade drew to a close, the group released a flurry of recordings, further building upon their growing cult following; among them were 1978's "Duck Stab", 1979's "Eskimo" (purportedly a collection of native Arctic chants) and 1980's "Commercial Album", a compilation of 40 one-minute "pop songs" that aired on San Francisco radio only because the Residents played them during the advertising time they bought.
In 1981 the Residents embarked upon their "Mole Trilogy", a prog rock collection of albums -- 1981's "Mark of the Mole", 1982's "The Tunes of Two Cities" and 1985's "The Big Bubble" -- recounting an epic battle between a pair of tribes named the Moles and the Chubs; a lavish, multimedia tour, "The Mole Show", followed. In the interim, the group also mounted another ambitious project, the "American Composer" series, although only two of the projected titles -- 1984's "George & James" (a reinterpretation of songs by George Gershwin and James Brown) and 1986's "Stars & Hank Forever" (celebrating John Philip Sousa and Hank Williams) -- ever appeared. Instead, in the wake of financial and corporate difficulties which resulted in the creation of a New Ralph label, the Residents issued the one-off "God in Three Persons" (a talking blues outing), and 1989's "The King and Eye" (a reinterpretation of Elvis Presley standards).
After losing control of the Ralph label as well as their back catalog, the Residents regained the rights to their music in 1990 and began reissuing long-out-of-print material as well as the new "Freak Show", a meditation on circus sideshows and carnival dementia. Four years later, Freak Show was reissued as a CD-ROM, marking the group's first leap into the new digital interactive technology; "Have a Bad Day" followed in 1996, and included the soundtrack to the CD-ROM game "Bad Day on the Midway." In 1997, the band celebrated their silver anniversary with the release of the career-spanning overview "Our Tired, Our Poor, Our Huddled Masses". "Wormwood: Curious Stories From the Bible" followed the next year, with "Roadworms" (songs from Wormwood as performed in the stage show) being issued in mid-2000. They followed that up with the awesome "Icky Flix" DVD, an incredibly detailed collection of their videos that featured both old and new soundtracks, 5.1 Digital Stereo Surround sound, countless hidden videos and in-depth histories of each individual track. That was followed by another one of their rare tours, which saw them incorporate the DVD into their live act and bring out guest singer Molly Harvey for some truly creative duets. The "Petting Zoo" retrospective followed in the spring of 2002, acting as a budget sampler for new fans and giving old fans something to tide them over while several high concept projects neared completion. The first was "Demons Dance Alone", a complicated pop album that hearkened back to the catchier material from "Duck Stab" and the "Commercial Album". That was followed in 2002 by a live retrospective called "Kettles Of Fish On The Outskirts Of Town" that contained 3 cd's and a DVD, and a further look at their past via remasters and remixes put out by EuroRalph (including a remix of their previously unreleased and notorious "Warner Brothers Demo"). A DVD of the Demons Dance Alone tour came out in 2004 and another new project, "Animal Lover" was released in 2005."
Summer of 2006 brought the internet download project, The River of Crime: Episodes 1-5. River of Crime was their first project with Warner Music Group's Cordless label. Following the success of "River of Crime", The Residents launched their weekly Timmy video project on YouTube. In 2007 they did the music for the documentary "Strange Culture" and also released a double instrumental album, "Night of the Hunters". On the Fourth of July, 2007, the planned October release of their latest project with Mute Records, The Voice of Midnight (a music theater adaptation of E.T.A. Hoffmann's short story Der Sandmann), was announced on their website.
On the 21st of May 2008 they announced on their website that their first North America tour since "Demons Dance Alone" for a project entitled "The Bunny Boy" is set to begin on October 9th in New York — later an earlier date was added for Santa Cruz. Soon, it was announced that the tour will also include Europe, starting November 13th. On June 3rd, the Residents.com website boasted the planned release of "The Bunny Boy" which was released on September 1st. The website had posted information in which Foxboro claimed this would be a Farewell Tour; it was later revealed that this was nothing more than a mistake by Foxboro.
In October 2017, Hardy Fox identified himself as both the anonymous primary composer and producer for The Residents as well as the pseudonymous Charles Bobuck.
Hardy Fox died on October 30, 2018.
Buckaroo Blues: The Stampede
The Residents Lyrics
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Calm and quiet on the trail.
And the cattle move as their dusty hooves
Pound the ground beneath their tail.
Noone seems to care if a cowpoke stares
And he feels he's all alone
So we drove that herd with just a few choice words
On that night so long ago.
Way on up ahead rode Ol' Texas Red
A red bandanna on his face.
With his cold gray eyes he searched the northern skies,
A ridin' with an easy grace.
On the left was Joe on his old pinto,
And Jim Smith was on his right
As for the other eight, well, they were not so great,
But we needed 'em all that night.
When so to soothe our thirst we had done the worst
And rode up to a nester's well
With our six guns out and without a doubt
The nester would defend himself.
Out he quickly came and we all took aim.
A silver blade was in his hand.
Red pulled out his knife to take the nester's life
Standin' by him, man to man.
Then all at once appeared with no sign of fear.
A girl that boldly changed our plans
She walked right up to Red and shook her golden head
And took the knife right from his hand.
Then she quickly cut the tension in our guts
With a smile that burned like a brand.
Then that demon girl cut off a golden curl
And left it in Red's outstretched hand.
From the north black clouds that looked like funeral shrouds
Rolled in with an icy breath.
So we faced a fight on that stormy night
With odds upon the side of death.
In the ghostly hush that fell before the rush
Came down upon us like a flood
Not a word was spoken as the thunder broke
Our spurs dug in 'til they drew blood.
So we watched that herd become a mob that blurred
And grew into a raging thang.
Then they turned their tail right back down that trail
Stampeding from the Norther's stang
Some say that there is beauty in the sound that suits
The purity of mindless panic
But all that we could see were tons of mindless meat were
Headed for that nester's shack
Death was now at stake so we had to break
The rhythm of the raging herd.
Then as the lightning flashed we saw a rider pass
A ghostly shape with shining spurs.
It was Texas Red who pulled on out ahead,
And grabbed the girl with hair of gold.
But then we couldn't see because his horse's knee
Buckled as he hit a hole.
There we found the two where the north wind blew
Golden hair across his chest.
And her fingers dug into his arms 'til blood
Had made a pool beside her dress.
On the trail they lay at the break of day.
As we stood around and stared
At their lips still touchin' and Ol' Red still clutchin'
A curly lock of golden hair.
The song "Buckaroo Blues: The Stampede" tells the story of a trail drive and the cowboys who participated in it. It paints a picture of a hot, dusty night on the trail with the cattle moving beneath the cowboys' feet. As the night wears on, tensions rise, and a confrontation with a nester ensues. However, the situation is defused by the appearance of a brave young girl, who takes control of the situation and saves the group from violence. As the night wears on, a storm rolls in and a stampede ensues, leading to tragedy and death for two of the participants. Despite the death and destruction, the final image is one of love, with Texas Red still clutching a lock of the young girl's golden hair.
The lyrics of the song are nuanced and complex, with lots of attention given to setting the mood and characterizing the cowboys involved. The story is told in a way that is both nostalgic and critical, with a sense that this is a story that needs to be told even if it is not always a pleasant one. The overall effect is to create a sense of admiration for the cowboys' bravery and skill, even as the darker aspects of their world are acknowledged and critiqued.
Line by Line Meaning
When the hot sun sets and the evenin' gets
After the sun sets and the evening arrives
Calm and quiet on the trail.
The trail is peaceful and silent
And the cattle move as their dusty hooves
The sound of cattle hooves pounding the dusty ground
Pound the ground beneath their tail.
The cow's tail moves as they walk
Noone seems to care if a cowpoke stares
No one seems to be bothered by a cowpoke staring
And he feels he's all alone
The cowpoke feels lonely
So we drove that herd with just a few choice words
The herd was directed with a few verbal commands
On that night so long ago.
Referring to a past event
Way on up ahead rode Ol' Texas Red
Texas Red rides at the front
A red bandanna on his face.
Texas Red wears a red bandanna on his face
With his cold gray eyes he searched the northern skies,
Texas Red looks at the skies with cold, gray eyes
A ridin' with an easy grace.
Texas Red rides with ease and grace
On the left was Joe on his old pinto,
Joe rides on an old pinto horse on the left of Texas Red
And Jim Smith was on his right
Jim Smith rides on the right of Texas Red
As for the other eight, well, they were not so great,
The other eight riders are not as experienced
But we needed 'em all that night.
All riders were needed for that night's task
When so to soothe our thirst we had done the worst
The worst was done to quench thirst
And rode up to a nester's well
Riding towards a well owned by a nester
With our six guns out and without a doubt
All six guns were out without hesitation
The nester would defend himself.
The nester would protect himself
Out he quickly came and we all took aim.
The nester quickly appeared, and riders aimed their guns
A silver blade was in his hand.
The nester held a silver blade
Red pulled out his knife to take the nester's life
Texas Red pulled out his knife intending to kill the nester
Standin' by him, man to man.
The nester and Texas Red stood as equals
Then all at once appeared with no sign of fear.
Suddenly, a girl appeared without fear
A girl that boldly changed our plans
The girl boldly changed the riders' plans
She walked right up to Red and shook her golden head
The girl approached Texas Red and shook her golden hair
And took the knife right from his hand.
She took the knife from Texas Red's hand
Then she quickly cut the tension in our guts
The girl quickly eased the tension among the riders
With a smile that burned like a brand.
The girl's smile was bright and memorable
Then that demon girl cut off a golden curl
The girl cut off a curl of her own golden hair
And left it in Red's outstretched hand.
She left the curl in Texas Red's hand
From the north black clouds that looked like funeral shrouds
Black clouds appeared from the north, resembling funeral shrouds
Rolled in with an icy breath.
The clouds brought an icy breath with them
So we faced a fight on that stormy night
The riders prepared to fight on the stormy night
With odds upon the side of death.
The odds were against the riders, and they may face death
In the ghostly hush that fell before the rush
A tense and quiet moment in anticipation of a sudden rush
Came down upon us like a flood
The rush suddenly came, overwhelming them like a flood
Not a word was spoken as the thunder broke
No words were spoken as the thunder cracked
Our spurs dug in 'til they drew blood.
The riders' spurs dug in so deeply that they drew blood
So we watched that herd become a mob that blurred
The riders watched as the herd became a chaotic, blurry mob
And grew into a raging thang.
The herd grew into a furious thing
Then they turned their tail right back down that trail
The cattle changed direction and began running back down the trail
Stampeding from the Norther's stang
The cattle were stampeding from the sting of the north cold wind
Some say that there is beauty in the sound that suits
Some say that the sound of stampeding cattle is beautiful
The purity of mindless panic
The panic of the cattle is pure in its mindlessness
But all that we could see were tons of mindless meat were
The riders only saw the cattle as masses of mindless flesh
Headed for that nester's shack
The cattle were headed towards the nester's shack
Death was now at stake so we had to break
Death was imminent, and the riders had to act
The rhythm of the raging herd.
The riders had to break the rhythm of the herd's rage
Then as the lightning flashed we saw a rider pass
A rider passed by amid flashes of lightning
A ghostly shape with shining spurs.
The rider was ghostly with shining spurs
It was Texas Red who pulled on out ahead,
The rider ahead was Texas Red
And grabbed the girl with hair of gold.
Texas Red grabbed the girl with golden hair
But then we couldn't see because his horse's knee
His horse's knee blocked our view
Buckled as he hit a hole.
The horse buckled as it hit a hole
There we found the two where the north wind blew
The two were found where the north wind blew
Golden hair across his chest.
The girl's golden hair was across Texas Red's chest
And her fingers dug into his arms 'til blood
The girl's fingers dug into Texas Red's arms until he bled
Had made a pool beside her dress.
Blood had pooled beside the girl's dress
On the trail they lay at the break of day.
The two lay on the trail at daybreak
As we stood around and stared
The riders stood around and gazed
At their lips still touchin' and Ol' Red still clutchin'
The kiss between them was still happening, and Texas Red held the girl's hair
A curly lock of golden hair.
The lock of hair that Texas Red held was curly and golden
Contributed by Addison H. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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A true mirror of American culture. The Residents are a national treasure
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brilliant.
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