Hamfisted: Clumsy, inept or heavy-handed.
No-one knows for sure exactly what the Hamfist is or where it came from. Some say it was born the day EZ got out of the pen and picked up a guitar. Maybe Cletus brought it down off the mountain in the back of his pick up truck. Giuseppi only came over from the old country a few years ago and his English ainâ€™t so good, but he brought his bass with him. The Kid has hamfistedness in his blood; he dropped out of the 4th grade to play honky tonk piano in a house of ill repute. And yâ€™all remember Jonny Bâ€™s Top 20 hit â€œWhere Have All the Flower Girls Gone?â€ clearly a precursor to the Ham. Every once in a while when the huntingâ€™s bad and the squirrel meat runs low, ma and pa come to town for supplies, and theyâ€™ve been known to stop in and pick a few tunes. As for Banjo Larry, his name is BANJO bless his heart; he canâ€™t help himself. The origins are shrouded in mystery but somewhere along the way the Ham was Fisted and a sound was born.
Hereâ€™s a little known fun fact: every member of Hamfist is a current or former employee of the Oregon Shakespeare Festival (except for Banjo Larry, bless his heart.) Not actors, of course; nary a one of â€˜em would ever be mistaken for a Professional. They toil in obscurity and only release the Ham on occasion. If you hear an unearthly sound coming from a local bar, something akin to a bobcat in a clothes dryer, thatâ€™s Hamfist.
Of course, ever last one of â€˜em is going straight to hell. They play that devil music, Satanâ€™s song, an unholy union of country, punk, bluegrass and rock with a little stand-up comedy thrown in for good measure. No song is safe. Youâ€™ll laugh, youâ€™ll cry, youâ€™ll dance â€™till you drop
So, if you encounter a couple of slack jaw, snaggle-toothed yokels roaming the streets singing songs about the southland, donâ€™t be alarmed. Itâ€™s only Hamfist.