Sex, drugs, rock and roll.
Screaming, howling, sleeping on the floor of a shack, a drummer stripped to his boxers running towards a kiddy pool, bikers who insist you call them "snake", bar maids with more attitude than teeth, a trucker named Tex on the run from the law.
A girl doing the breast-stroke through the mud with more metal in her face then an iron plant who requests a song that doesn't exist, a cancer patient who is offended when I 'make up a song on the spot' instead of playing 'that song about the horse who dies'.
Veterans who get visibly angry when the live music is louder than the bingo calls.
Playing 3-4 shows a weekend and feeling the pain in your arms Sunday from hauling equipment into vans and trucks at 3am.
What a great time!
Live @ VFW Bootleg
I only know of two live bootlegs that were recorded.
This one, and the sold-out show @ the Republican.
Sorry about the levels, we recorded this night off the mixer only as an after-thought.
Lost and Found
I Just Wanna Dance With You
Gimmie Three Steps