The Intercoastal Pirates are:

CHRIS FAULK: Vocals, Guitars
RICK PARK: Vocals, Guitars
STEVE VONDERHEIDE: Vocals, Keyboards
RONNIE CHURCHILL: Bass
BRYAN ARMSTRONG: Vocals, Drums







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Ports of Call

April
*Dido's, Brazoria, 7-11pm A one day return for Rick!
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Yo Ho, me Hearties... This is a tale of the adventures of a group of modern day Intercoastal Pirates. Not the marauding or pillaging kind, mind you, but a band of musical skaliwags that go from town to town along the Gulf Coast looking for fun and adventure. I came to be in the company of this motley crew when I was bewitched by the First Mate's serenading some years ago. He began to keep company with these Intercoastal Pirates some time after that, and before I knew it, he was a full-fledged Pirate himself. Not that I mind it... a little swashbuckling never hurt anyone! It will be my duty to chronicle their adventures, journeys to distant waters, and all the fun along the way.

Saturday, July 12, 2008

The 4th, The Trifecta, The Aftermath...


Wearied of the challenge of pillaging a port at a time, The Intercoastal Pirates hatched a plan of diabolical proportion... three towns in three nights. Surely to be spoken of in pirating lore for years to come, the boys loaded the ship without intention of returning for rest until making prize of a fishing port, a riverside celebration, and a beachside home for partying castaways in one fell swoop!

Sailing in behind cover provided by the Catfish Mafia, the Pirates stormed the stage at the Freeport Fishin Fiesta... taking no prisoners (but making lots of friends) the boys had their way with a crowd of revelers into the night. It's sure this place will be on the re-pillage list for next year. After hours of music and merriment, the ship slipped off into the night...

The very next night, ready to see familiar faces in familiar places, the ship went up the San Bernard river to dock at Dido's. It was a great day, the 4th day of July, and all were ready to spend time (and a few pieces of eight, to boot!) on wine, women, song, and recognition of the Pirates only true home... THE GREAT UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!!!! There has never been a port made that can match the ol' US of A, and nay, never will be to our eyes! Then, while the the rockets were glaring red... aye, and the bombs were bursting in air... on to port three...

Having been to a place with years of history on day one, then to a place we all love to swash our buckles on day two, it was time to come in under full sail and crash a new port of call. A few blocks off the main thoroughfare in Surfside Beach, within cannonshot of the sandy shore, we found a place with a name begging a good pirating.. Castaways! The swords were flashing (as were other things through the evening, but that's another tail.. I mean tale), and the crowd was won over to the Pirate way of life, love, and laughter. By night's end, the Castaway's were feeling that old Pirate magic, and the boys had made Pirate history.

As you can see, it took a few days below decks to gain the strength back for the telling of this tale. And just in time! The swashbuckling quintet has located one of their own long lost members, and then went and found another body of water they've yet to violate! And you know they can't leave that alone.. so off to Dow's Reservoir to party and play with the company folks.

Do these sea dogs ever rest????