July 9, 2011 - We mourn the passing of our brother Gene Corbin, the 5th Puppy. The unsung director of our creative energies, who melded our wildly diverse egos and personalities into the Four Who Were One. The smoother of the rough places, the voice of reason in the chaos. Without Gene, there would have been no Puppy- no Gathering of Promises, no promises kept. We honor your life and memory, dear friend- we were fortunate indeed in having shared life with you. The last tower is climbed, my Truebrother.... and you're home safe at last. Fair winds and joy, till we meet again.....
"I remember when Roy taught me to play guitar he taught me to play all the strings, he said let the whole guitar ring out. And when you're singing the secret to singing is to mean what you sing from the heart. I'll never forget that." Dave Fore
April 3, 2013 - It is with much sadness that we mourn the passing of Roy Cox, co-founder and bassist of Bubble Puppy.
"I've known Roy since we were 17, and there aren't many people that could match his enthusiasm for music. He was the driving force behind the Puppy, my writing partner for almost fifty years. At the top of his game he was one of the top three bassplayers on the planet and a gifted writer as well as performer. Another matchless addition to that band beyond the world. Fair winds, my brother!" Rod Prince
April, 2013 - The Bubble Puppy Band welcomes our newest member, Gregg Stegall!
October, 2011 -
Special thanks to the Bubble Puppy Crew -
J Travis Potter, Jerry Potter and Alan Lovejoy.
Bubble Puppy rocked at the Utopia Festival, Sept. 20, 2013!
March 20, 2011 - Rolling Stone Magazine - Bubble Puppy, Austin Music Hall, Saturday night. In 1969, this San Antonio unit had a brief moment in the sun – their burbling garage-on-the-verge-of-psych nugget "Hot Smoke & Sassafrass" reached No. 14 on Billboard's pop chart. They later moved to California and evolved into an ominous proto-metal band called Demian. Forty years ago, they broke up; there was a brief reunion in the mid Eighties, but nobody much noticed. Still, there they were on Austin Music Hall's stage Saturday night as part of an Austin Music Awards event – five men (three guitars, bass, drums) probably all in their sixties, one with a mullet and one with a British Invasion moptop and the most balding one brandishing the most demonic voice, having the time of their lives and letting stoner-rock whippersnappers know how it's done. (One hint: bands back then had to be able to sing). A huge sound, and kind of gorgeous, too – showed how psychedelia presaged not just metal, but the Western country-rock of, say, the Marshall Tucker Band.