RALPH

There's no shame in dumpster diving. The best of us have been on the receiving end of the scavenger life, counting our Space Bucks like each one is worth ten times their weight in gwolfs or abarduns. For DAY OLDS, life on the street became a part of their identity, the pride of living off of practically nothing (even when their albums sold in the trillions of units). For it was the streets that gave them their name, their sound, and their swagger. Munching on stale, baked treats and absorbing the rhythm of the alleys in Gorrex City (the capital of the land mass known as Bantam on Ujj IV), trash cans and empty bottles became their drums, the electrical fizzling, their bass, and the honking of car horns, their melodies. Busking on the elevated and underground railways, they became a massive tourist attraction and caught the attention of influential producers, all of them vying for a piece of the quartet. Lead keyboardist, Springkle, rejected the drama of the bidding war and DAY OLDS formed a pact: to reject fame's trappings and give back to the community that had become their surrogate family. Using a tape recorder (an ancient form of musical delivery with a brief brush with fame), they created their debut album, Unfinished Business, an ode to the streets, the treats, and the beats that formed their musical knowledge. The lead single, Ralph, was mistakenly attributed to Ralph "The Baker" Dozen, a famed sweets-magician who often gave the foursome free food. Instead, it was dedicated to the act of vomiting (to ralph or ralphing), a weekly act for DAY OLDS due to the quality of the leftover food they consumed. With Space Bucks pulled from every ratta hole in the city, they converted the tape to vinyl and sold it on street corners and grocery stores, off-track-betting dens and the homes of misters and mistresses of the night. Fame did not elude them, but their power to reject it remained strong (even through three subsequent albums). For DAY OLDS, the streets would always be their home and their family. If you should be walking the streets of Gorrex City these days, you might hear, and maybe even see, DAY OLDS themselves, munching their way through the tastiest of beats.