Fly Golden Eagle was the headlining artist for this year’s Gonzofest. They’re one of those bands that are hard to categorize. Some may call them psychedelic-rock, or indie music, but once thing is for certain, they have a sound of their own and watching them perform in front of the Big 4 Bridge, as the lights on the transform colors and the night grew darker, was certainly a highlight of Gonzofest.
Fly Golden Eagle was kind enough to grant us an interview after their performance.
A pivotal moment for Fly Golden Eagle came when the band won a battle-of-the-bands competition in Nashville earning them slot on the Bonnaroo 2012 lineup. “We all agreed we would never really go to Bonnaroo unless we got to go for free,” Ben Trimble, lead vocalist and guitarist said.
“And the battle of the bands was way cheaper.”
One thing is for certain, Trimble certainly has a broad taste in music. Lately he’s been listening to Claudio Monteverdi, a classical composer from Venice.
“It’s chamber choir music and he would have everyone setup their separate parts and they would have crazy parties after the choir pieces.”
Trimble, who said his musical influences stem from growing up listening to gospel music before discovering Rock ‘N Roll.
The band played Forecastle last year but said they’ve taken a backseat to to touring these days.
“Gonzofest was their our show we’ve played since November,” Trible said.
Gram, a recently added guitarist to the band, said his favorite part of Fear and Loathing in Loss Vegas was Thompson’s monologue in the movie and the decline of the hippie movementl the end of the 60’s;
There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda.… You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning.…
And that, I think, was the handle—that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting—on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave.…
So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark—that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.