Lost At Sea chronicles a mysterious and misunderstood era of the Zippers career in the early part of this decade.  You may or may not know that we disappeared at sea for a spell.  Though many rumors exist I assure you what you are about to read is the true account - no shake lurk. 

Mr Finklestein (our longtime manager) had engaged the band to work aboard what we thought to be a festive summer cruise.  Upon arriving at the docks we discovered the "cruise ship" to be barely more than a fishing troller called the "Ocean Toad", with a scarcity of nasty little passengers.  Once on board we were dismissed to our "quarters" which turned out to be the ships galley kitchen.  And so it was there that we spent many nights preparing our seaworthy shanty's.   The petulant audience, impatient of our lachrymosity, would poke us with sticks and jeer.  Their red faces grew plump with copious catches of Herring and Squid.  But the gods took offense to our quarantine, and devised a scheme to free us.   Poseidon's wrath!  The Ocean Toad was caught in the melee of a freak nor easter.   A kraken ripped the prop from the hull and rendered the Ocean Toad unseaworthy.  After the crew and passengers were loaded into well equipped life rafts, the band was left to one paltry dingy fortified only with a dried ham hock and two miniature oars designed as props for photographing for children.  So we had to put Stu on his upright bass and the rest of us clung to Mr Finklestein's oversized Zoot Suit (he head it made especially for the trip). 

Fortuna smiled and kind currents washed us to the shore of a beautiful but remote island inhabited only with man sized baboons, coconut trees and prolific amounts of mint.  This would be our home for the coming years.  After some time we learned to make a home made hooch out of coconuts, monkey scat and mint.  We quelled our hunger with boiled shoe leather and mint .  And so this kept spirits alive until a chance encounter.  The TV show "Survivor" had decided to scout the area for filming locations.  A young David Burris was dispatched to investigate.  Unfortunately he came across us at a bad time.  Crazed on hooch, and desperately hungry, we had decided to eat Jimbo.  He was the scrawniest of the bunch true, but we figured he would go down with the least amount of fight.  So there we were chasing him around like a chicken when out of the jungle popped Mr Burris.  We must have looked like bad hippies or even worse cannibals, cause he turned right around and disappeared into the jungle. Well, we finally caught him and convinced him of our tale.  Not long afterwords we were sitting in his comfy copter winging it for the nearby production vessel.  Praise be. 

We arrived back Stateside to much ballyhoo.  Parades, lavish feasts and scenic van rides were the order of the day.  The world once again marveled at our ability to play stringed instruments and beat on drums.  Animals closest to humans!   And so it happened one night that our trusted Mr F presently toted us to a small club in Brooklyn, New York to show our wares and tattle our tales for a curious crowd of onlookers.  It was there that the camera first caught sight of the beast.  Hideously misshapen from years of neglect and abuse - wait a minute, thats a different story.  What I meant to say was..... on that night a strange electricity filled the air.  So we decided to see if we could capture the elusive beast.  Success!  

What I offer to you is the true account of one night only.  A fantastical tour de force of sound and sight.  For your ears and eyes only, I present Lost At Sea!!! Available everywhere October 27th and exclusively on snzippers.com in September.  Laboratory tested and guaranteed. 

Kind Regards and on Behalf of Mr Finklestein

The Squirrel Nut Zippers