That's right, folks. After years of living the painful rock-n-roll lifestyle, constantly on the road for our fans, never knowing which trailer would provide us with our next meal, Stinter has finally hit the big time. We've been nominated as one of five finalists - among literally hundreds of eager nominees - in the worst band on the internet contest . Please have a heart, and give back what Stinter has given you... vote for us. Please.
We suck, and we couldn't be more proud.
7/2005 Update: the Stinter press machine keeps on ticking, despite this being the first time this web page was edited in four years... we've been reviewed at fyourband.com! I say the reviews look pretty good. Here's a highlight:
Did you waste your time and hear their shit yet? It, simply put, is fucking awful. Even if these guys put themselves up as a joke, it's one of the worst jokes ever, because jokes are supposed to be funny, and this isn't.
Here it is, folks, what you've all been waiting for... no, not the Madonna/Celine Dion collaboration... it's One Stint at a Time, the Very Best of Stinter 1967-1998. And the best part... it's online! Free! For you! All you have to do is send $423.67 in cash to... HA! JUST KIDDING! Really, the whole album is available here on the Stinter web site for your listening enjoyment, complete with the coolest Stinter photos available anywhere.
|One Stint at a Time||
(written in a fancier font)
And when you're finished with that (as if one could ever be "finished" with One Stint), check out the first two solo efforts by members of Stinter :
|The Cobbler's Inter-Stinter Recordings||Felix's Sounds of Liberty|
The Inside Truth...
You, the dedicated Stinter fan who has come to visit the Stinter home page, deserve more than a few photos of Stinter with Guns and Roses. Don't get me wrong, i had to kill a dragon to get those photos, but you deserve the inside truth. That's right, the truth that comes only from the source... from the band. The band hasn't entirely decided on the truth yet, but that doesn't mean we can't lie to you. Here's some insider stuff to give you an inside look at the men behind the music and the music behind the legend.
Passed down by word of mouth since times of yore, this ancient legend carries so much with so few words... was the coming of Stinter really foretold by prophecy? Only fate knows for sure... but Stinter fans have a pretty good idea.
A completely unverified memo, sent to the Cobbler by a co-worker :
By the way, "Stinter" comes from "stint," which comes from the Old English "styntan", which means "to blunt." Hence a "Stynter" [modern : "Stinter"] would be "He who blunts in Old England."
The Cobbler's response :
You're damn right we blunted in Old England. And we'll blunt in many Englands to come.
The story of the band...
Stinter formed from the ashes of the Yardbirds, bringing together the innovative guitar sound of Jimmy Page and the chilling vocals of British blues singer Robert Plant...
Stinter formed one day when Felix von Stroodle, James McIntosh, and some other people decided to form a band. They didn't really own any instruments or any equipment at the time. The band was called Reagle Beagle. If you want to know if they sucked or not, feel free to email James or Felix von Stroodle. Be sure to title the message "Did Reagle Beagle suck or not?"
Within months, tragedy struck. The "other people" were kidnapped by green aliens with purple horns and BIG SCARY EYES. They were replaced by Jimmy Page and Robert Plant, both of whom quickly left to back Silverchair for the European leg of the Silverchair world tour.
Desperate and with only days left to find new band members before the monsoon season began, James and Felix turned to the town crack dealer, Jon Briks, and the king's royal cobbler (See note). Jon and the cobbler quickly left their promising careers to join the band.
After turning down several major-label record deals in hopes of a combination album/miniseries contract, Stinter began to make major waves on the Connecticut music scene. After about 200 shows at the Beanery, 500 shows at the Monroe Teen Center (The Basement), and 6600 Fairfield High School functions, the band became well aware of their potential. It was then that they signed on with the Jennings school administration to play before a record crowd of 75 confused elementary school children. That was very exciting. The cobbler had a lot of fun at that show.
Life went on for Stinter for three years. James, Felix, Jon, and the Cobbler dominated the social scene at Fairfield High School and were very close to ruling the western world when...
In the words of Slayer (and Peter, Paul and Mary), "Dragons live forever, but not so little boys." I relay this quote in hopes of conveying the general sadness of progress that was felt by all when Stinter moved on to university life. That's where they are now. At school.
Note : I am really "the king's royal cobbler." But it's awkward to refer to myself in the third person by name, and a first-person narrative wouldn't fit this particular chronology. Hence, I refer to myself only as "the cobbler."