Living in the middle of nowhere ain't so bad if you have a talking thumb, a nervous twitch in your left leg and a two-timing right foot to play in a band with. It all began when a pig was traded for a haunted guitar, a Victrola and a collection of 78s. They proved themselves to be true friends when poverty, odd jobs, heartbreak, and murderous intentions foiled any attempt at integration with the rest of the world.
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Happy to play only for the nocturnal critters of the Texas hill country, this recording was coaxed out through the persuasive powers of Lawyer Dave and a mason jar full of lightning. It was agreed that these songs would be recorded late night at a closed-for-repair rest stop on 290 Westbound. Nobody was hurt nor denied the use of the facilities during this recording although some crickets were forced to seek mates elsewhere.
Thanks a lot for the add! Got to this profile via Holly's. Seems like a very nice collaboration. Here is what happened to me the other night at the bar:
Ha that looks ... interesting! Do you drink that?! I think I'll stick to the ol' snakebite and black. Good to see you play on Saturday, best thing I've seen in a long time, and really enjoying the album too. Laura
Dave, while Holly is waiting at this snapshot for no more red lights in front of her I was wondering how you found out about the red pants and now... do you already wear them? :) That crap means: Did you like it in Europe so far? Germany: woods and weirdness, maybe! Great great concert in Cologne!
