Devauden House of Roots 2026 Tenuous Review
Tom Rugg and the Tenuous Connections
The Tarantula from Tau Ceti
It twitched its eight antennas in space,
Caught Tom’s guitar through the cosmic haze.
“Roots rock detected!” it loudly declared,
And warped through wormholes, unprepared.
It landed mid riff, mid solo, mid cheer,
Polar Bear froze “Climate changr is bad enough but what’s that doing here?”
The Cajón trembled, the bass went pale,
As eight legs scuttled down the sonic trail.
It jammed on the keys with a comet’s flair,
Each chord an unique, extended complex affair.
Crowds fainted and gasped“Is that arachnid divine?”
Tom winked, “She’s been tuned to interstellar time.”
Now Devauden hums with interstellar groove,
Where tarantulas dance and galaxies move.
And every year, when the amps ignite,
Tau Ceti’s spider beams in for the night.
By Miku 2026
🦩 Nonsense Chronicler Pink Flamingo Dispatch — The Tenuous Edition
The evening began with the subtle grace of a polar bear attempting ballet on a melting ice floe which is to say, perfectly, if you were a flamingo attuned to cosmic nonsense frequencies. From the first strumbulation of guitar to the last wobble of cajon, the whole affair felt like someone had taken a palette of polar bears, dipped them in retreating icecaps, seasoned them with tarantulas who absolutely will climb into your granny’s bed, and then shouted:
“Right then — let’s make a band.”
🌌 The Arrival of Norman, Interstellar Tarantula of Tau CetiThere was a hush.
A shimmer.
A faint smell of cosmic custard. And then... Norman.
Eight-legged, star‑forged, and wearing a tiny lanyard that read “Guest Musician: Probably.” He descended from the rafters like a velvet meteor and scuttled straight toward the keyboard.
Lenox Smith took one look at the incoming arachnid from another star system and performed the fastest, most elegant tactical retreat ever witnessed in the Western Hemisphere. Norman settled at the keys, flexed all eight elbows, and launched into “I Want a Tarantula” with the confidence of a creature who has never met anyone brave enough to scold.
Every chord shimmered with cosmic snow. Briefly a crocodile was seen in the audience grinning as he got a mention in the song.
Basslines of Ice and FurBass duties were shared between: Bjorn the Polar Bear whose paws produced notes so deep they caused several chairs to reconsider their structural integrity and Gareth Creed who counterbalanced Bjorn’s glacial rumble with lines so smooth they could butter toast at twenty paces. Together, they formed a dual‑bass gravitational field, pulling the audience into a groove orbit from which escape was theoretically possible but emotionally undesirable.
🥁 Caspar Durnam on Cajon played cajon like a man who had once been raised by percussion‑loving owls.
Every tap, slap, and thump carried the faint echo of woodland wisdom and mild mischief.
At one point, the cajon briefly levitated but only by about an inch, and only because Norman winked at it.
🎤 Vocals, Guitar, and the Tenuous Connections
The vocals were fantastically engaging. The sort that make flamingos stand on one leg not out of balance, but out of respect.
The guitar shimmered with the energy of someone who has absolutely no idea how tenuous the connections are, yet plays as if the universe depends on them. And perhaps it does.
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