I've never been in a band with Ned and I don't really know him that well, but he played on my record once and he was very good. He was also really hot. I think Jared Flamm has a lifelong crush on Ned and I can't say that I blame him.

oh, cruel fate! why is that other entry anonymous? dammit, i AM hot. and don't feel so bad about not really knowing me--i hardly know myself anymore... and i am available to perform on anyone's rekkid for my usual performance fee of $666 and some reed's raspberry ginger ale.

Ned is just one of those guys, man...on one level, he's insane; on another he's brilliant; on another, he's an ass; on another, he's lowbrow. Well, he's pretty much lowbrow all the time, but I will bet that this Family Tree is a kind of a vanity project for him, since he's been in so many bands. And knowing Ned, he probably wrote all of those tidbits about him having oral sex and girls having a huge crush on him. And then of course replied back to his own posting.

Hmm...that's kind of an unfair depiction of Ned. Ned is one of the coolest, laid-back, funny people I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. We had some fun times. Somebody told me once that he had "huge ears", meaning he listens to the entire band while playing instead of centering on himself...a very versatile musician.

Let me just say this about that: the Gville Band Family Tree is a brilliant contribution to the scene here in town, and I have almost *nothing* to do with it besides encouraging Don Undeen and Michael Murphy of PopCanon to make it awesome, and posting the occasional self-aggrandizing article ... so it's certainly not MY 'vanity project'. I do cop to being an insane, brilliant ass, though I think my brow is ever-rising and -falling. But everything I've written I've signed with my own name, unlike a certain 'Anonymous Coward'! Pantaloons and dueling pistols at dawn, sir -- I challenge you!

Now *that* is more like it! I agree totally with this person when they suggest I'm awesome ... but again with the anonymity! C'mon, people! If we can't go around patting ourselves and our friends on the back in a loosely-moderated forum entirely built on the concept of self-aggrandizement, then the terrorists have already won!

Ned worked for my mom. After Ned quit, I had Ned's job working for my mom. This saga is captured in the fine "popcanon" song "Applying For Your Job," with the exception of any suggested homosexual implications. Ned, to this day, refuses to tell me the secrets of his success. All I get is a mumbled "Captain Beefheart." Ned was, and remains, a musical mentor to me. Altho I haven't seen him in four or five years, I can still hear him yelling "NICE ONE!" when I fuck up live, and every time I lay out an ear-splitting snare fill that makes the front row of the audience vomit blood I think back to Ned's "All I ever hear is this snare drum in my head going BAP-BAP-BAP BAP-BAP-BAP." Unless you play with Andy from Clang, Ned is the best bassist you'll ever play with. Give him 6.66 and some cider to have him rock the bass on your.. "reccid." It is worth it. Ned secretly likes the drums in his band to be the loudest instrument in the three nearest counties. Knowing that I'm a contrarian at heart, he'd never admit to that, for fear that I'd start playing quietly. "Lowbrow insane brilliant ass," in any combination or anagram, fits Ned perfectly. Or, at the least, it did. I hear paterhood mellows a man. I once declined to be in Ned's band. I was later punished by being forced to play all of that band's Ned songs in two different bands over something like a five year period. Some of the above is not true. I enjoyed playing all of Ned's songs. I do wish that I hadn't sucked to the point of failing to give the proper rock treatment "the reason" and "labyrinths" deserved. Perhaps one day we can rectify that. I AM WORKING ON MY "CHOPS". BAP BAP BAP. BAP BAP BAP. Ned claims to have shortened my original suggestion of "popcannon" to "popcanon." This is false. I suggested both "popcannon" and "popcanon," for the obvious reasons. For future reference: Ned, a rest in 7 in a song in 4 is not as cool as we think it is. Out of 7,557 songs, my mp3 player just decided to play "The Popcanon Fight Song," so I'll pretend that's GOD (the real GOD, not that other GOD that Ned's so pissed off at) telling me it's time to wrap it. I still don't know Ned's middle name.

Wow, I'm speechless, or whatever the electronic version of speechless is ... perhaps I'm electronless. Anyroad, when I followed Blue's link for anagrams of Anonymous Coward's description of me as a 'lowbrow insane brilliant ass', I was confronted with this Thought Of The Moment at the top of that page: 'In the world's audience hall, the simple blade of grass sits on the same carpet with the sunbeams and the stars of midnight'. If that doesn't sum up my relationship with Blue, I don't know what could. Although perhaps this anagram helps: A BEANBALL I SLIT IS SWORN WORN -- yes, that's better. Blue, it's 'rekkid', not 'reccid' -- I think 'reccid' would be the word to describe your gigantic infected scrotal sac whatfor you were so famed in Planet Ten -- with the exception of any suggested homosexual implication. I agree with you that Andy from Clang may be the best bassplayer ever, though I think you and I share an affection for him above and beyond his bassy brilliance, because he once described to us (Blue Lang and Ned Davis Beard) his bandmate, the beautiful and talented Ms. Corey Jane Holt, as having a 'total fuckin' lezzie vibe' ... In praise and defense of Blue, who was and is a drummer with a rare appreciation for song arrangement and parts, the main reason that the drums on PopCanon's 'The Kingdom of Idiot Rock' are not quite as good as many of our live performances is that we recorded most of the drum tracks in one weekend in the subbasement bomb shelter of Ron Richter's studio (where Blue's bassdrum caused moles to spontaneously give birth and then to eat their young). Your talent was strong then, but not, let's say, fully disciplined. So given those circumstances I think you did quite well. But FUCK you're loud! BAP BAP BAP! And it is also a total lie that we've not seen each other in 'four or five years': you came to PopCanon's fabled Last Show Ever in April 2001, and performed a few songs, and then Robby broke a chair over your back, WWF-style. Cruelly, we wanted to surprise you with the chair stunt, but Robby -- in that 'brotherhood of the drum' way of his -- let you in on our gag, so that you brilliantly countered by falling to the floor and covering yourself with fake blood, which set the stage for the goo-covered carnage that ended the night. Ah, good times, good times... And for your own future reference: a rest in 7 in a song in 4 is not as cool as we think it is -- it's COOLER!! Blue, you are not the loudest drummer in the three nearest counties: you are the loudest drummer in the three FURTHEST counties. I was enriched musically by the time we played together -- I thank you. And by the by, my middle name? True story: it's BAP BAP BAP. Oh, wait, that's yours.

I don't know anything about Ned Davis, unless he is the Ned Davis who was my counselor at summer camp in about 1974 (and tried to bust me for drug use [which would have been valid, had he known where my stash was] in order, I think to get in the good graces of the camp director, whose daughter he was dating. Otherwise, he was probably a pretty cool guy. Had a cool car. The license plate that read "Ned 2" was a bit much, but it was 1974 after all. Doug Brandt

Ned Davis is a Great American!

It's all true. Ned is brilliant, incredibly talented, really frighteningly smart (and he uses those powers for evil or good at his own personal whim, feeble mortal), and he can be an ass. A pleasant, good-natured ass who grins at you while he skewers you with his wit, brain-bleeding discussions about 4/7 time (or is it 7/4 time? I don't know, I'm a singer, not a musician, damnit), the "devil's chord"... lots of stuff that just made my brain hurt, and I'm not a bimbo, alright? I'm considered fairly intelligent by some intelligent people. And I *still* have no idea what Ned's talking about most of the time. Although I will say that his enthusiasm and good-naturedness (particularly when he's mocking you, feeble mortal) is, indeed, quite infectious. But despite his fascination of bizarre rhythms and chords, and the fact that his literary and philosophical references often quote people I've (quite happily) never heard of, the Good News from the Book of Ned is that you don't have to get it. He just rocks. Guitar, bass, vocals, piano, it doesn't freaking matter. He'll just walk over to whatever instrument is handy, plug in or sit down, and steal the whole show right out from under you, grinning at you the whole time. And you won't even care. Because your head will be happily bopping along in time to some hiccupy time or freaky key, and even though you have no idea what he's talking about, you'll be completely besotted with how *good* he is. That's chewy rock goodness, right there.

I remember when Ned played piano on Noah's Red Tattoo's Heartbreak Travelin' Band record. I probably drove him batshit by restricting his genius. "Hey Ned, no minor 7th chord there, please," "Can you tone it down a bit and lay out in this part?" What a fool I was. Noah's did release a cd single just to showcase his barrel-house piano stylings on Anna Maria. If that isn't a compliment, I don't know what is. Stupid money was spent just for a piano part. But that's Ned Davis, he just oozes musical gold. I also remember him tearing the shit out of Double Nickels on the Dime at the Dish, opening for Mike Watt. Balls...huge balls. I hope he has forgiven my anal retention and just remembers playing the Alachua Music Harvest to a swelling crowd of 10 to 12 with Laura Minor when we were both singing the same harmony parts. You're a beautiful man Ned

I DO know Ned's middle name, but I am Sworn to Sorcery. I also know he is an "adequate" musician, and plays his 2nd fiddle on the roof, with aplomb and a plum, and a plum, and a-plum-plum zap-a-deedle DOO! What makes his music so wonderful is the fact that he understands that to SING the minor scale one only needs to the major scale, flat. He also wrote for Archie Comics, in the late 80's. And according to his Memoir,"Glazed and Conduced" he invented the sugary coating on donuts. As i often heard him say to me when i was a boy growing up in the wilds of Spuytin Duyvil, 'it's the Marsh that makes it Mallow'

Ned.Davis.: Hardly anyone is worthy of him, musically or socially.