Now Broadcasting From A Basement In Traverse City
KBD
Unreasonable Amounts of Funk.
Traverse City, MI // Est. 2025 // Volume Knob Missing Since March
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Unreasonable Amounts of Funk.
Traverse City, MI // Est. 2025 // Volume Knob Missing Since March
KBD is not a jam band.
It is a rhythm section with a keyboard problem.
Formed in a basement with too many keyboards and not enough outlets. The trio operates on a single principle: tight execution, loose inhibition, and a gear-to-gig ratio that concerns our families.
Brings four keyboards. Plays two. Insists all four were necessary. Has tripped a breaker in every venue within forty miles and apologized to none of them. Also trumpet — whether the song asks for it or not.
Plays the notes you feel in your chest. The pedalboard has its own zip code and a waiting list. Nobody knows what half the pedals do. Including Denny. Especially Denny.
Keeps time like it owes him money. Will switch to 7/8 without filing the paperwork, then look at you like you're the problem. The reason there's a groove, and the reason it's this deep.
KBD is three guys, but the stage holds more. We call in the region's finest whenever a song demands it — provided they can tolerate our volume and our opinions about cable management.
Every track in the vault can be re-broadcast through Retroizer — a machine that takes our music and plays it back from mid-July 1988, over the PA, in the toy aisle at Kmart.
Is it the same song? Legally, yes. Spiritually, it is now coming from a ceiling speaker thirty feet away while someone pages a manager. We did not need this technology. We use it constantly.
Free. External. Unsupervised. KBD LLC accepts no liability for nostalgia-related incidents, phantom Icee cravings, or sudden awareness of time's passage. It's free. The past is not.
Debut performance. We've been rehearsing long enough that our neighbors have opinions about our setlist. Date incoming — get on the list before we sell out (or more likely, before we set up too many keyboards and run out of stage).
Raw, unfiltered studio broadcasts. No polish. No safety net. No idea what key we're in until the second chorus. Join the list. Two emails a year, max. Mostly apologies.
Booking, collabs, and noise complaints all land in the same inbox. Replies go out in order of funkiness.
info@kbdtrio.com