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My New Album – ‘Dancing with the Moment’ – It’s a Wrap!

March 20, 2014 in Events, Happenings, Thoughts, Uncategorized by admin

Banner discussing the upcoming album for Danny Faragher - Dancing with the Moment by Danny Faragher

sometimes on a sleepless night
the elusive muse appears before me
and with seductive charm implores me
in sweet persuasion I can’t fight
she reaches out to extend the touch
of fingertips beneath my chin
and gently lifts my gaze to hers
to command with whisper – ‘Write’. 


The Moment

 It had been a productive session. Now we could sit back and enjoy the fruit of our labors. The track rolled… Suddenly over the studio speakers voices rang out with joyous urgency – “Dancing with the moment, and the moment sets me free.” Bryan, his hands on the soundboard,  turned to look over at me -


Danny laying down a track.

“I think we’re on to something!” he said.

My son is not given to throwing out  such statements lightly, so when  he speaks I pay attention.    I closed my eyes and let the music swirl around me. Indeed, we were ‘on to something’ – something singular, something real. After  a long process of writing, arranging, and recording, my tune, Song in the Night  had come together as I had envisioned. How often in life does that happen?   I felt as if I were flying.

This moment in the summer of 2010 infused energy into a project which had been on a slow burn for years. The song not only supplied the title to my album, it gave it shape and momentum.

Now, four years, and six songs further along,  Dancing with the Moment  is a wrap!  It’s been recorded, mixed, and mastered, and the cover art will be finished in time for a spring release this year. The album’s launch will also be accompanied by several video releases for some of the songs.  We are excited! It was a long time coming, but well worth the years of hard work. For me the album has been a labor of love.  It’s supplied  direction for my creativity, and given me the opportunity to work with Bryan. I will always cherish those hours spent  ‘Burning the lamp through the night’.

Because my career has been varied, and my pallet broad, I initially felt some reluctance at attempting to put my songs into a single package. After all, we live in an age where music is pigeon-holed and stamped with the narrowest of labels. An artist is expected  to describe their sound with one or two words. Rolling the idea over in my mind, I flashed back to 1967 when  I would listen  to underground FM radio. The DJ played it all, from hard rock to classical and everything in between – the Beatles, Joan Baez, Otis Redding, Brian Wilson, John Coltrane, Fred Neil, early Elvis, Bach, Satie.. .  It was a trip!  What a mix of sounds!  I decided I wanted to create something comparable to that experience, and vowed to heedlessly trespass across genre lines.

Chaucer, Keats, and Willie Dixon
Echo in this crazy brain
Emily, Robert, Walt and Hank
O lustrous star! O lonesome train!

Frederick, Miles, Brian, and John
Good vibrations intertwined
Words and music coalesce
To form the soundscape of my mind 



So if label we must, here’s a new moniker… Are you ready?  Call it Retro Eclectic, i.e. Music that is both rooted and experimental. It is music that embraces modern recording techniques like electronic sounds and drum loops, while maintaining focus on the heart and soul of the song. It also crosses generational lines – a result in part from the collaboration with my son, a fantastic sound engineer who has also been composing exciting electronic music for years.

The title – Dancing with the Moment – can be taken three different ways. First, it signifies embracing the here and now (For that’s all we really have).  Secondly,  it means trying to keep one’s balance as life hurls the unexpected upon you (Sound familiar?). Lastly, it’s about those salient moments in life – epiphanies, or just being acutely aware of being alive – that dance in the memory. Many of the tunes on this album are about such moments and have a cinematic sensibility to them. My goal has been to put the listener right there in the scene with me, whether it’s about a glorious summer day at the beach (Pacific Blue), or being deep in the blues amidst a smoky night as the Santa Ana winds howl (Devil Wind Blues).

Memories race through my mind
The good and the bad, the happy the sad
Streaming again in my mind
Life is a blink of an eye
No sooner begun when it’s over and done
All in the blink of an eye
As time rushes by

D.F. – (from  Song in the Night)

Over time the structure of the album has evolved into more than just a collection of tunes. It has taken shape as a whole piece. Each song unfolds to the next, as if on a journey that weaves through a day, or perhaps through a life. Throughout the creative process I have tried to stay honest, to keep it real.  No posing. No pretensions. Nothing has been forced to fit into a preconceived notion. Rather, it has evovled organically. With the goal in mind of creating something real, I feel I have given a little piece of myself with every song- in  the writing, arranging, singing and playing.

Bryan at the soundboard.

Bryan at the soundboard.

I believe those who are fans of the bands I was a part of – the Peppermint Trolley Company, Bones, the Faragher Brothers, and even the Mark V – will find something they really dig. something that speaks to them in Dancing with the Moment.. I’ve tried to carry on the lessons  I learned from years in the studio – Come up with a good song (catchy and soulful melody with intelligent lyrics),  create interesting arrangements (both instrumental and vocal), and feature solos that are concise and to the point.

The album will be available both as a CD copy, and as downloadable mp3. We will be offering free downloads of some of the tunes, so stay tuned.

For all those times when I’ve felt like a kid sitting at the back of the classroom  with my hand perpetually raised, waiting to be called, I can say  it is a sweet feeling to have siezed the moment  ’ dance ‘neath the sun.’


Danny Faragher

A list of artist friends who contributed their talents to the making of Dancing with the Moment (I will sing your praises in the coming days):

Bryan Faragher, Tim Horrigan, Chris Blondal, Craig Copeland, Jane Getz, Simeon Pillich, Bob Tucker, Bob Gother, Davey Faragher, Jimmy Faragher, Pammy Armstrong, Matt Tucciaroni, Pete McCrea, Donna Deussen, Karen Schnurr, Jody Mortara


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My Fifteen Minutes with Andy Warhol

December 18, 2013 in Events, Happenings, Thoughts, Uncategorized by admin


It’s November of 1971. Danny, Jimmy, Greg, and Casey – ‘Bones” – are getting ready to play for a gathering of Hollywood elites for the first AFI Film Festival. The gig turns almost surreal in a most unexpected way. For Danny, issues arise concerning  image, performance and staying true to oneself.


 On ‘Standby’

We were gathered in back of the stage behind a wall of speaker cabinets. I sat on the left rear corner of the riser behind a P.A. column, facing the back of the hall. We’d already done our sound check, playing to a sea of linen covered tables as young men and women, attired in black slacks and white shirts, scrambled to set out the dinner ware and flower arrangements. The amplifiers were now switched on ‘standby’, their backsides illuminated by the warm glow of power tubes. The horn on my Leslie speaker circled steadily. It brought to mind a ball player pin wheeling his bat as he waited for the first pitch.  I turned my head to the left to look at my band mates. Greg, his head wrapped in earphones, sat slumped over his black Les Paul guitar as his fingers pulled and hammered the strings. God, he was diligent! My brother Jimmy, the group’s main lead singer and songwriter, held the top end of a ball point pen to his mouth, deep in thought,before scribbling some words on a piece of paper. He was mapping out a set. Our drummer, the ever cagey Casey Cunningham, stood with drumsticks in hand, laughing and kibitzing with Skip, our new manager.

I loved these guys. We’d been together for four years, the first year as the Peppermint Trolley Company and the following three as Bones. We were tight – both as a band and as friends. Through the good times and the bad times we’d had each other’s backs. Yea, we were survivors. The previous year we’d sequestered ourselves in a Marin County pad intent on wood shedding until we found our own sound. In January we’d moved back down to L.A. and right away, people had begun to take notice and respond. It was exciting to see fans lining up at the local clubs, and to be wooed by record companies and managers. The pace had accelerated palpably. Oh what a heady few months it had been!

Bones Poster 2-001

Casey, Jimmy, Greg, and Danny. Bones in their prime.

In April, we’d moved into a house high on a bluff in Malibu. The view of the blue Pacific through the large bay window was spectacular. On our first day in the place we saw a whale surface, dive and surface again as it stitched a pathway northward. That spring held some of the happiest moments  of my life. It was just the four us – gigging nearly every night  (still schlepping our own equipment), rehearsing every day, and making the rent payments. Our lives were totally immersed in the music.

By summer,  we’d tossed the dice, made our choices, and signed on the dotted lines. We had a record deal, a production deal, a publishing deal, and a management deal.  A lot of our future now lay in other people’s hands. We knocked on wood and held our breath.


Chasing the Dream

It was now November and no longer was it just the core of the band living in the Malibu house. We’d taken on two school buddies, Ron and Billy as a road crew, and brought in a P.A. guy, Bill, and his assistant, Bruce. On top of that, Jimmy and Greg had each fallen in love with a woman who had a small child, and their girlfriends and the kids had now become part of the household. Casey’s ‘on-again-off-again’ relationship with his high school sweetheart was  ’on-again’ , bringing another female face to the mix. In addition, we  usually had a house guest or two… or three, and many friends  who frequently popped in.  Don’t get me wrong. For the most part, it was an amiable bunch of people, and there was a lot of mirth to go around, but I missed the simplicity and singleness of purpose that we had known.

An inevitable feeling of transition hung in the air. It’s funny how we can chase after the future while at the same time fearing  what it will bring. I sensed that a fork in the road  lay ahead. My brother had recently written a song  that expressed what I know we all felt.

Changes comin’! I don’t know if they’re good or bad..                                                                                                                                                              Changes comin’! Make you happy or make you sad.

Skip glanced at his watch. A glint of light reflected off his upturned wrist and caught my eye. Pueblo Indian jewelry was very much in vogue with the counter culture at the time, and his watch band was a fine specimen of stamped silver and inlaid turquoise. He was also sporting several  turquoise rings on his fingers.

“They should be arriving any minute.” he said.

We were expecting a crowd of people  to be coming from Grauman’s Chinese Theater across the boulevard where they’d  been attending the AFI Film Festival’s first ever screening. It was a movie called “The Last Picture Show”. Skip had been at the theater and seen most of the flick before ducking out early.

“It’s really cool.” he said. “It takes place in this West Texas town and they use a lot of old Hank Williams recordings in it.”

“Wow! ” I said.

“Yea.  I know you guys like Hank. You’d dig it.”

Jimmy broke into song.  - ‘Hey, good lookin’. Wha-t ‘cha got cookin’?’

Greg and I joined in with harmony, “How’s about cookin’ somethin’ up with me.”

Bones Misc 301

The Malibu band house.

Skip laughed. He wasn’t your typical music biz guy. Oh yea, he was smart and savvy. He’d come up through the William Morris Agency. But he didn’t have the edginess that so many of these guys seemed to thrive on.  I don’t think I’d ever seen him get riled or lose his cool. He was pretty mellow, and with his beard and long hair he looked more like a hippie than a high powered manager.

” I was just telling Casey, ” he said. “we’re working on lining up a short tour for the band in December. Concerts and club dates. Mostly in the Midwest, including a big concert extravaganza in Indianapolis with Alice Cooper, Canned Heat , of course, and Dr .John the Night Tripper.”

“Yea,” Casey added. “Apparently Alice remembers us from when we opened for him at U.C.L.A. and digs the band.”

“We know we remember him!” Jimmy responded.

“Yea, it’s hard to forget a guy in drag kicking a doll’s head into the twenty-fifth row!”  I said.

We all laughed.

The idea of Rock as theater had been bantered about by music critics for years, going back to the Doors and Jim Morrison. Now, bands like Alice Cooper ,and Iggie and the Stooges were making their mark. Although I was cool and open minded about the concept, I knew that the four of us came from a different place. For us it was all about  letting the spirit move us, being in the moment, and above all – being real. We were counter culture cats at heart who hated phoniness. We’d performed pro bono at so many peace rallies, sometimes putting ourselves in precarious situations because we believed in the cause.  After walking away from our record contract as the Peppermint Trolley we’d vowed never  to ‘sell out’. At the same time, in order  to keep the creative train rolling, we needed to be commercially successful, which required our dealing  with the phony Hollywood music biz scene. It was a dichotomy, and a confusing situation to be in.

Skip continued – “We’ll start spreadin’ the word about the band.”

“Bones hits the road, Jack!” Greg exclaimed.

Bones - Opening for Peace Rally - Oceanside, CA - May, 1970

Peace rally in Oceanside – 1970

“And don’t you come back no more, no more…” Casey answered.

Suddenly I heard  laughter,  and a rustle of fabric wafting in through the open door at the front of the hall.  I peered through a gap between two speaker cabinets and saw people beginning  to trickle in. They were elegantly dressed – men in tux’s and women in evening gowns. I ran a finger nervously over the embroidery on my vest, stared down at my feet, and wiggled my naked toes. How was it that I’d started performing barefoot? I couldn’t recall, but the bare feet, along with a wide flat brimmed hat had become part of my stage persona.  What’s wrong with this picture?  I mumbled to myself.

We were to play for about a half hour as the dinner guests were served cocktails and hors d’oeuvres. It occurred to me that the Mark Five, Jimmy’s and my old prom band from high school would be a more appropriate match for this event, providing some nice non-threatening dinner music.

“Hey, Jimmy,” I shouted.” Shall we open with Moon River?”

He laughed. “No, I think … um…  I Left my Heart in San Francisco.”

“Hey, don’t sweat it.” Skip said “They knew who you were when they hired you. Just go on and do the show you always do.”


Filling the Void

We took our places on stage. Greg, stage right, me, stage left and J.P.  in the center. Jimmy turned to make eye contact with me, then turned to Greg, and finally to Casey in back. “One, two , three…” he counted, bobbing the neck of his bass. We all entered on the one and off we went with a blast of sound. The song -Honey Baby- which could best be described as rock n’ soul hoedown music, was a number guaranteed to get crowds up and dancing at venues like the Topanga Corral. It was our standard opener. After the four bar intro, Jimmy snuck up to the mic.

“Well, I don’t know why these other women have to treat me low down dirty.” he sang.

I turned my head to face the tables and my eyes began sweeping over the crowd.  I  liked to work the audience, engage them.  Some faces looked  a little shocked or perplexed by our performance, while others seemed to dig it.  I noticed a smiling young woman bobbing her head to the beat. That was reassuring.  I recognized a few actors  I’d always admired. There sat Lee J. Cobb, and Gregory Peck,  and, oh wow, there was Bette Davis.


Lost in a stream-of-consciousness jam.

“Honey Baby! Oh, Honey Baby. . .”

Jimmy finished the chorus and gave me a nod as he stepped back from the microphone. I pulled out some of the Hammond’s upper draw bars, switched the Leslie to tremolo and swept the palm of my left hand up the organ’s keys in an aggressive glissando that climbed to a wicked right hand flare. I bent at the knees and stamped my feet as the phrases poured through the circuitry from brain to keyboard, some driven by yearning and others by rage. When the solo reached its climax I leaned my head back and gave out a wild cat scream. Casey played a ’round-the-horn fill and Greg picked up where I’d left off.

I lived for the expression that music and performing offered me. I didn’t have much of a personal  life. My wife and I hadn’t lived together for two years. Although the marriage was in its last throes, I still clung desperately to the idea of being married. It seemed to stabilize me as I negotiated my way through an environment that was fluid and even chaotic at times. Oh, I’d tried playing the field, but a string of one-nighters with women I had little in common with had left me feeling hollow. Only music could fill the void.

” Cause I’ve got the strangest feeling , girl, I don’t believe you’d ever hurt me. . . ”

Up north I’d gotten into a disciplined regimen of stretching ,exercising, and eating healthy food. I was limber and fit – in the best shape of my life. I’d found myself experimenting with moving and dancing on stage, each night trying out something new and daring. It had gradually evolved into a routine. Lately, though, I feared I might be losing my mojo, that my performance was in danger of turning into shtick.

“Well I’ve been in love before but this love just ain’t like the last one.” Jimmy sang with conviction.


Hear No Evil

I checked out the tables directly in front of me. One face stood out. The man’s pale white skin was almost washed out by a shocking flash of bleach blond hair. His eyes were hidden behind sunglasses, but those dark lenses were focused on me like a laser beam. He began shaking his head with obvious disapproval. Unmistakably, it was Andy Warhol, the artist. No…no…no.” his body language said,  “This does not please me.”… “This cannot be allowed.” 

Needless to say, it was a bit disconcerting. I felt like a fly in the ointment , a pimple on the Mona Lisa.  

I didn’t know that much about Warhol. I remembered seeing him interviewed on television by Louis Lomax, the late pioneering African American journalist. He was frustratingly uncomfortable and reticent, allowing  the women in his entourage to do most of the talking. When I was still in school my roommate had a copy of the Velvet Underground LP, which featured  a Warhol rendering of a banana on the front cover and a photo of the artist’s face framed by a tambourine on the back. We’d listened to the record quite a bit, and  I did dig the song – Heroine, which featured Lou Reed ‘s hypnotic, and intense monotone.

“Honey Baby!. . . ” We were in the last chorus heading toward the finish.

My eyes fell on Andy once again. In addition to shaking his head, he was now sticking his fingers in his ears to telegraph his displeasure, as if to tell  all the world – “I refuse to listen to this”.

“Yea, it’s all about you, Andy!” I thought to myself.Andy_Warhol

The ridiculous image of this guy plugging his ears with his fingers  reminded me of the  ‘Hear-no-evil monkey’. In my mind I could see a picture of his face in a Warhol style repeating panel. The idea made me chuckle. On an impish impulse, feeling I had nothing to lose, I smiled and gave him a wink.

Jimmy and I turned to look at each other and started laughing. We played another couple of tunes before Skip told us to wind it up. All the while Warhol stared at me, shaking his head and plugging his ears.

Backstage, we gathered around Skip. “You know,” he said with amusement. ” Warhol  was threatening to leave the dinner if Danny didn’t get off the stage.”

“You’re kidding!” I said.

“No, honest to God.”

“We’ll never work in this town again.” Casey said in mock admonishment.  “And It’s all your fault.”

” Yea, Danny! Why did you have to go and piss Andy off? Jimmy joined in.

“What’d I do?” I pleaded with palms up, suddenly  feeling in the hot seat.

“Our career …” Casey piled on – “up in smoke.”  He snapped his fingers.”Just like that!”

“You know what you should do?” Greg said.


“You should take a chair up on stage, sit there, and stare him down.”

We all began laughing.

“Maybe he’ll start pelting you with soup cans!” Casey added.

“Isn’t it interesting how quickly everyone wants to kiss Andy’s kiss.”  I said.

Greg began shouting like a carnival barker. “This way, folks! Form a line! Okay, now down on your knees!” 

“It’s like a little kid who threatens  to take his ball and go home.” I declared. “What a jerk!”

“Think of it this way, Danny,” Jimmy said.  ”You’ve managed to be the focus of this little shit’s attention for a quarter of an hour or so. Do you know how many assholes would kill for that opportunity?”

Bones Live San Bndo College Oct 71 copy

Greg and Jimmy get down as Danny mounts the B3

I nodded and laughed. “Yea. Fuck him!”

All the while we’d been talking, Skip had been cutting lines of coke with a razor blade on the woofer speaker of the P.A. column.  This business was hidden from general view by the tweeter which sat on top. He handed me a tightly rolled twenty dollar bill and said – “I think you should get  the first toot.” Cocaine, new to us, seemed to be ubiquitous in the music biz in 1971. Everyone was doing it. So there we were snorting  and partaking the illicit drug behind the PA speakers at a Hollywood gala. It was bizarro world!

Skip informed us that we would start playing again after the guests had finished dining. I felt hopped up and antsy. I couldn’t wait to get back on. But wait we did.


A Crowd Pleaser

After desert and coffee we again took the stage. I looked out. This time there was no shaking white head. No doubt, Warhol  had probably been among the first to split. People were rising to their feet, many shuffling their way to other tables to say hello and schmooze. We’d only have time for one tune. Better cut to the chase. Jimmy called Potatoes., Although  a throw-away as a musical piece, the instrumental was always a high energy crowd-pleaser.

An RMI piano sat atop my B3, and the tune was basically built around a funky left hand figure on this instrument.  I kicked off with the left hand into. After another four with the band I began punching out the horn- like lead on the organ with my right hand. When we got through the head of the piece Jimmy, Greg, and Casey dropped down into a one chord killer groove as I danced to the front of the stage with a hand held mic. Strutting like a rooster, I began to deliver rhymes in the time-tested braggadocio tradition. After the vocal, I shouted ‘Watch me shake a tail feather!’ and tore into my wild, crazy legged dance. Steaming  to a frenzy, I mounted the organ with my right foot positioned on the one inch ledge in front of the keyboard, and my left  foot planted on top in the space next to the piano. I slipped a small piece of cardboard in between the organ keys to allow the chosen pitches to continue screaming as I played piano with my left hand. To the audience it gave the illusion that I was playing with my feet. On top of this I began to swivel my hips. I turned my head to caste a cocky glance out at the audience the way I’d seen Jerry Lee Lewis do.  Instead of the multitudes Jerry Lee would encounter, however,  there were perhaps a dozen or so people standing in front of the stage taking it in. The rest of the crowd had made an about-face to the exit.  The room looked like a flood of dresses pouring out the door.

After I dismounted,  we played the head one last time, and ended the song with an aggressively sustained chord. As the decibels rumbled,  I climbed back up and on the closing hit leaped from my perch to land near the front of the stage. By now the room was nearly empty. The people who’d stayed gave us a small but heartfelt applause. As I stood there trying to catch my breath, a woman approached. I recognized her as an older character actress whom I’d seen many times in film and television. She took my hands in hers and looked  directly into my eyes. Surprised  by this warm and unexpected human connection I felt the tears begin to well.

“That was wonderful!” she said. “You… are a marvelous performer!”

Bones cover

Bones first album cover.
Photo by Phil Hartman










Art work by Bryan Faragher


I was recently contacted by Bill Brown who was the sound man mentioned in the story. He writes…

Hi Danny,

 I am hoping you remember me from long ago when we all shared the house in Malibu …  (the house was slipping off the hill, empty swimming pool).  I was the guy who had the sound system Bones used.  I shared the front room with Casey Cunningham.I read some more of your website and saw myself mentioned ( Chasing the Dream)  my assistant was Bruce Darling.  We had Earmouth Sound, an off shoot of Bob Luly’s Solid Sound.  I ended up going to work as a sound man for Earth Wind & Fire.

I have thought of you guys over the years; hope your brother is well.  I remember a brief potential producer relationship with Richard Perry.Anyway, just reaching out…hope all is well!!  Best for 2014!!


Bill Brown

Incidentally, our two buddies who handled the equipment and busted their asses to make a Bones show possible were Ron Smith and Billy Funk.



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Podcast, Photos and More From Danny and Jimmy Faragher’s Live Performance on KCSB 91.9 FM

March 15, 2013 in Events, Happenings, Uncategorized by admin


Danny and Jimmy Faragher teamed up with DJ Tibo “Tibonious Funk” Cuellar of KCSB 91.9 FM Santa Barbara to take over the Sunday afternoon’s broadcast. Spanning from 1:30-4:00pm Tibo interviewed the Faragher Brothers and played many of their classic tracks from back in the day, including the hard to find original Brady Bunch Theme from the pilot. The Brothers also performed several songs live, ranging from gospel to the Beatles to the Impressions. He brought back a ton of photos and even a Podcast of the event.

It was great way to spend a Sunday- driving up the California coast with my wife, Jeanne, and my adult son, Bryan. The air was mild, the sky was clear, and I had to let out a sigh as the blue Pacific appeared on our left . Our destination was the beautiful city of Santa Barbara. The Faragher Brothers have had a special relationship with the town since the seventies, and as the engine hummed,  my mind wandered back to a magical night at the Arlington Theater, and to the concert at the Earl Warren Show Grounds. Wonderful memories!

Traffic was light , and in no time we were pulling into the parking lot of the hotel where my brother, Jimmy, and his wife, Lisa, had gotten a room. We broke out the guitars, and within two minutes we’d begun harmonizing,  just as we’ve done all our lives. Like getting back on a bicycle once again, one never forgets. It feels so natural I thought as appropriately  we sang “We Belong Together”.  Soon my brother Marty, his wife, Anita, and Jimmy’s daughter, Jordan arrived, making it truly a family affair.

Suddenly, our host, DJ Tibo Cuellar appeared, backlit by the sunlight flooding through the door. Some good vibes. What a friendly, and big-hearted guy. It was great meeting him.

On we proceeded to the gorgeous UCSB campus. The carillon was ringing sweetly from the bell tower as we entered the KCSB studio to get prepared. I love that slightly chaotic feeling of trying to pull things together before the countdown, knowing we’ll be flying by the seat of our pants. Tibo played some choice Faragher Brothers cuts, as well as earlier sides Jimmy and I’d recorded with the Mark Five, the Peppermint Trolley Company, and Bones. The two of us sang some duets, and we had some good conversational moments. I found it particularly moving when my brother talked about hearing Dionne Warwick’s “Walk On By” for the first time and having to pull to the side of the road as his eyes filled with tears, and years later meeting a fan who described the same reaction to hearing his song “I’ll  Never Get Your Love Behind Me”.

Some fans called in to chat, and after the show we met some really nice people. Some had brought albums for us to sign. It felt  so good to be appreciated for the music we created way back when. It was great fun, and I can’t wait to do it again.






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Danny & Jimmy “The Faragher Brothers” Live WEBCAST Santa Barbara’s KCSB

February 6, 2013 in Events, Happenings, Uncategorized by admin


On Sunday, February 17, 2013, Danny and Jimmy Faragher will be appearing live on Santa Barbara’s KCSB Radio 91.9 FM on DJ Tibo “Tibonious Funk” Cuellar on the Cold Cuts program.

The brothers, who have played together in a variety of bands over the years, including The Peppermint Trolley Company, Bones and The Faragher Brothers, will be talking about everything from their musical history to their upcoming projects, telling stories and taking calls from listeners. Danny and Jimmy are also expected to give an acoustic performance, as well as play some of their classic tracks and a few cuts of their upcoming albums.

Danny_and_Jimmy_FaragherThere will be a Meet and Greet after the show ends where Danny and Jimmy will be signing autographs and answering questions, outside the radio station on the UCSB campus. Check the Facebook promotion page for up-to-the date information on the interview and the Meet and Great event.

Sunday, February 17th, listen to the live webcast or set your dial to 91.9 FM if you’re in the Santa Barbara area. Otherwise, check back in to this page at a later date as a podcast will be available.

FM DIAL: KCSB 91.9 (Santa Barbara)
REQUEST LINE: 1-805-893-2424
Feel free to call in!

DJ Tibonious Funk Hosts “Cold Cuts” for breakfast Wednesday Mornings 6:00/8:00 AM.. KCSB 91.9 on your FM dial or on the world wide web @ Pre 80′s R&B, Good Old Soul & Funk!



Special thanks to Tibo Cuellar.
Graphic Design by Bryan Faragher.


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New Photos from The Faragher Brothers Concert at the Roxy, Spring 1976

January 17, 2013 in Events, Happenings, Uncategorized by admin


New photos have emerged of The Faragher Brothers at their 1976 concert with Rufus featuring Chaka Khan. These photos were taken by Keith Johnston, who was the owner of Brothers Studio in Redondo Beach where The Faragher Brothers rehearsed and later recorded.

“It was an exciting night for music,” says Danny, “Diana Ross was dancing in the balcony.”

Coming right off the heals of their performance on Soul Train, in which they were the first all-white act, the concert culminated about 2 and a half years worth of work and kicked off a national tour. Performing many of the tunes from their self-titled “Yellow Album” (what it came to be known as), the Faragher Brothers wowed the crowd with their unique blend of blue-eyed soul and bottom shaking bass grooves. From the raw sensuality of Give it Up to the heart-felt yearning of Never Get Your Love Behind Me, the brothers proved they could deliver live sets that were as much in-the-pocket as their album material.

Playing live that night were the four brothers, Jimmy, Tommy, Davey and Danny Faragher on percussion, piano, bass and organ, respectively, with additional backing by Chuck Crews on guitar and Mouse Johnson on drums.

“We were excited to unveil our sound,” remarks Danny, “We really thought we had something special and we wanted to let the world know we were here!”

It was truly a night to remember.



Be sure to be on the look out for an upcoming interview with  Jimmy and Danny Faragher, who also be performing live February 17th at 1:30-4:00 pm on Cold Cuts with DJ Tibonious, KCSB 91.9 FM radio out of Santa Barbara,

Stay tuned for more information.


Special thanks to Keith Johnston for providing the photos,
and to Bryan Faragher for photo retouching the images.

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Danny Live on K-EARTH 101 with the Caroling Company

December 4, 2012 in Events, Happenings by admin

Danny will be appearing live on K-Earth 101 Radio, Los Angeles, along with the rest of the Caroling Company, this Thursday, December 6th, starting at around 6:45 AM.  Television station KCBS2 will also be on hand and will likely broadcast a portion of the performance.

Every holiday season, Danny joins up with the Caroling Company to spread some holiday cheer and has been working with them for 12 years. Led by Diane Burt, daughter of Alfred Burt, famed composer of many classic Christmas Carols such as “Caroling, Caroling”, the Caroling Company continues to keep this holiday tradition alive.

K-Earth has since posted info on the event and one of the songs The Caroling Company performed.


Below is a clip from one of the past performances:

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Danny on Purple Haze Radio

October 23, 2012 in Events by admin

Purple Haze

In a recent broadcast of 88.3 Southern FM radio show, Purple Haze, radio host and DJ, Nick Black, devoted the entire show to the music of Danny Faragher, Jimmy Faragher and the Peppermint Trolley Company. The show also features an interview with Danny.

Danny discusses the the story behind the music. He explains how the band was formed and even where they get their far out moniker comes from. If your a fan of Danny, the Peppermint Trolley Company or are just fascinated with the music of the 60s, you’ll dig it.

Purple Haze – January 27th, 2010


Special Thanks to Nick Black.

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Peppermint Trolly Company Reissue

October 10, 2012 in Events, Happenings by admin

The New Peppermint Trolley Company Reissue “Beautiful Sun” is available now.


The Peppermint Trolley Company’s self-titled masterpeice has been reissued with 15 bonus tracks and extensive liner notes, out now on Now Sounds / Cherry Red Records.


Beautiful SunThe Peppermint Trolley Co.

The Peppermint Trolley Company - Beautiful Sun
Due to high demand, the CD has entered a second pressing. Copies are moving fast. Get your copy today!

peppermint trolley company on itunes

Beautiful Sun is now availableon iTunes.

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New Year’s Eve @ The Morongo

October 10, 2012 in Events, Happenings by admin

New Year’s Eve 2012 @ The Morongo

Danny & Jimmy Faragher performed along side Victor Vega & The Bomb on New Year’s Eve 2012 in the Mystique at the Morongo Casino. Brother Marty was on hand as well as the group rung in the new year with classics from the Yellow Album and Family Ties.


Danny’s solo, performing Lowrider:


Losing Cause and the New Year’s Countdown:



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Live on Luxuria Radio

October 9, 2012 in Events, Happenings, Uncategorized by admin

Live on

Danny appeared Live on program “The Now Sound” Monday, January 31st. The program began at 6-8pm PST, and Danny was featured in the second half of the show for a full hour.

DJ and host Steve Stanley took us on a musical journey through the classic and contemporary sounds of Danny’s music along with an in-depth interview.

The Now Sound @ – January 31st, 2011
, 6-8pm PST .