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Hello friends & fans! It’s your old pal Dan, one half of the musical juggernaut known as Bobby Joe Ebola and the Children MacNuggits. If you missed the 90s and the first couple decades of the 21st century, my pal Corbett & I once toured the nation’s punk clubs & comedy clubs, dive bars, illegal warehouses and infoshops, singing toe-tapping odes to destruction & desperation & doo-doo that seemed a lot more like satire at the time. Case in point, this week’s song: “The Crazy”.

In case you’re just joining us, this year we’ve been doing these Song of the Week posts, looking back on our old works as our 25th anniversary approaches. It’s been a while since the last one though; life is hard. I have been struggling to find a job (or more accurately, jobs) so I can feed my crippling addiction to indoor living. I’ll go into that in more detail in a later post, but suffice it to say that after a pretty grim stretch of underemployment, I’ve got some steady work. But it leaves very little time for doing the things I love, like spending afternoons writing free essays in cafes. …


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Hello again, friends and fans! ’Tis your old pal Dan Abbott, one half of Bobby Joe Ebola and the Children MacNuggits, who once crooned tunes of poop and doom like frumpy sidewalk evangelists, except that our sermons were a haphazard glossolalia of potty words and unpleasant ideas not found in most hymnals.

Lately we’ve been reflecting on nearly 25 years since the band first started, zooming in on a particular tune each week to explore what the song is about, what it means to us, and how it fits into the MacNuggit Cinematic Ebolaverse. After a pause for an extremely hectic January, this week we’re firing our mental pee lazers at the moistened floating wad of toilet paper we call “Secret Service Industry.” Clocking in at an epic 2:08, this song was on our 2000 release Carmelita Sings!: …


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Hello again, Dear Reader! If you’re reading this, you made it to the future. 2020, how exciting. And my, it’s already off to quite the gallop.

Due to whatever fucked-up anomaly has catapulted us from the Berenstein universe into what feels like the worst episode of Sliders (personally I’m split between “The Russians developed time travel first” and “some clumsy technician dropped a wet Philip K Dick paperback into the Large Hadron Collider”), time moves a little different now. It’s like we age a year every month or so. …


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Hello again, Dear Reader! It’s your old arch-frenemy Dan Abbott from Bobby Joe Ebola and the Children MacNuggits, a musical comedy duo I started with fellow food service shit-worker Corbett Redford in the Before-Time. If you’re wondering what THAT means, we toured the nation delighting and confusing the fringes of the subterranean music scene beginning in the late 90s, singing toe-tapping acoustic odes to destruction, doom, and…doo-doo (check out our full discography here). Sadly, we are now more machine than man, twisted and evil. …


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It’s that time again, Dear Reader! Dan Abbott here with the Bobby Joe Ebola Song of the Week, along with sometimes-tangential commentary about how the song got written, what was going through our heads, and where the song fits into the larger lyrical world of Bobby Joe Ebola and the Children MacNuggits. If you’re just joining us, that’s the name of a band Corbett Redford and I started way back in 1995, which thrilled the nation (or might have, if they’d known about us) with our songs of nightmarish apocalyptic terror, social satire, and poop jokes. As we approach our 25th Anniversary we’re pointing our lasers at one song a week from our catalog, giving a little more context for that extremely selective demographic that wants to know more about all things Ebola. Except for last week. No good reason, but… Thanksgiving? …


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Hello again, Dear Reader! It is I, your pal Dan, returning each week to spin yarns of Bobby Joe Ebola and the Children MacNuggits and the expanded Cinematic Ebolaverse. If you’re just joining us, Bobby Joe Ebola and the Children MacNuggits is the name of a (mostly acoustic) band I and my friend Corbett Redford started in 1995. We wrote and recorded over a hundred songs in our tumultuous career, as well as books, videos, and more ridiculous merchandise than you might expect from a potty-mouthed comedy duo. There’s even an award-winning documentary short directed by Dylan Bergeson about us:


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Howdy folks! It’s your old pal Dan from Bobby Joe Ebola and the Children MacNuggits, continuing with our series profiling a different song each week. You can check out our entire catalog of songs in just about any format you can think of, by clicking this link.

Speaking of profiling, this week we’re focusing our mental klieg lights on “Cop Kisser”, a song off of 2012’s Trainwreck to Narnia. …


Hi, friends and fans! Dan here from Bobby Joe Ebola and the Children MacNuggits. We’re kicking off our weekly series deep-diving into particular Bobby Joe Ebola songs, from their inception & development to what the songs mean to us, and how they fit into the greater Ebolaverse. Today we’re looking at “Sandwiches & Ammunition”, a track off 2010’s F:

In the years after Bobby Joe Ebola went on hiatus in 2001 or so, I was spending a lot of time as a journalism student at Contra Costa College in San Pablo, CA, biking the treacherous and poorly maintained roads of El Sobrante to get there. That part of the East Bay, an unincorporated section of West Contra Costa County surrounded by Richmond’s murderous industrial dystopia, was a peculiar estuary where rural and urban blight seemed to merge. …


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Is…is this thing on?

Hi there, friends and fans! It’s your old pals Dan and Corbett from Bobby Joe Ebola and the Children MacNuggits! It’s been a while since we last spoke, and hooboy, where do we even begin? The world’s gotten way weirder in our absence, and we, like most of you, have been just trying to keep our heads above water — with mixed results. So maybe we’ll skip over the horrifying fractal shit-stack of current events for just a moment, and try to focus on Bobby Joe Ebola- related happenings you might want to hear about. …

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Bobby Joe Ebola and the Children MacNuggits

Troubadours of the Rock Apocalypse, est. 1995. Pretty songs about terrible things. www.bobbyjoeebola.com

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