French Quarter Fest Shows
04.13.2019We regret to inform you that we had to cancel our weekend shows due to non-life threatening mishaps. Unending years of unending rocking have left several members of the band too impaired and imperiled to properly perform for our fans. Rest assured this is but a temporary setback for our intrepid heroes. The French Quarter Set will be covered ably by Bill Malchow and the Go Cup All Stars. We will rock again soon!
SOMETHING IS HAPPENING
09.22.2018N O W H E A R T H I S !
DECEMBER 20, 2018
RORY DANGER AND THE DANGER DANGERS @ TIPI-TIPI-TINA's
Yes
we know
08.07.2018We still have our Christmas music up.
Happy Holidays from Rory Danger
12.22.2017We wish you all a very merry 2018! We are expecting next year to be great! In fact, it could end up the year of the Danger! Let's celebrate with some fresh holiday releases. The annual Rory Danger Christmas EP drops this week. We got some fresh new songs in the old Danger style, so spike your nog, lace up your girdle, and hold your loved ones close, because who knows this may be your last X-mas. They can be streamed or even better purchased on bandcamp for $1.11!
You seemed to appear in New Orleans out of nowhere, yet you already had some devoted fans and played with some of the best in town. Can you tell us where you came from?
Bayou Boogaloo
05.02.2016We are looking forward to participating in the Bayou Boogaloo - Sunday May 20 4pm. DUMAINE.
Summer Doldrums
08.09.2015Day after day the sun stared widely
Over the wide and windless seas;
Against the masts the sails drooped idly,
Unhanded, waiting for a breeze.
It seemed we should lie there for ever,
As if no wind till Judgment Day
Would set her royal clews a-quiver
And speed her southward on her way.
"I heard onst of a barque," said Murphy.
"Becalmed, that couldn't get a breath,
Till all the crowd was sick with scurvy
An' the skipper drunk himself to death."
"So then they'd scoffed the last stale biscuit
An' the scuttle butt was all but dry,
They reckoned it was time to risk it,
An' tuk the boats an' said 'Good-bye.'"
"An' there they left the ol' barkey layin',
An' there, most like, she's layin' now,
With weeds like Noah's whiskers swayin'
Along her keel from stern to bow."
"All her bright-work green an' spotted,
All her paint-work bleached an' bare,
All her canvas black an' rotted,
An' not a living soul to care."
"Square the mainyard!" the silence breaking,
Like Gabriel's trumpet rang the word;
Out of the dawn the wind came, waking
The sleeping sails, so long unstirred.
The jibs were filled, they pulled like horses,
The gear ran twittering through the sheaves,
The reef points on the tautened courses
Pattered again like falling leaves.
Southward she sped, her keen bows cleaving
Steady and strong the watery ways,
Like some strange dream behind her leaving
The breathless nights, the gasping days.
And somewhere that old ship forgotten,
With all her paintwork weathered bare,
And all her canvas black and rotten,
And sea-birds fouling everywhere;
All her idle gear decaying,
Not a soul to tend her wheel,
And weeds like Noah's whiskers swaying
Fathoms long below her keel.