I'm pretty sure I had two versions of this shirt and the other was mesh, and I'm certain the sunglasses dangling from the string had leather shade-sides on them.
This record turned 20 today. The band logo tattoo on my stomach is stretched and faded but the record itself holds up just fine and is I think possibly the punkest Christian Rock record ever made all things considered.
Just finished reading Carson Mell's novel "The Blue Bourbon Orchestra", and I'm awarding it all the stars available. The book was passed to me by my buddy Brad, a friend of Carson's, saying that it was one of his all-time favorites. I think it's out of print, and I think almost no one read it in the first place, which is a shame. I loved it completely.
Here's the dusty story of a pre-internet country band, independently touring the south, playing to no one and making nothing, a tree-falling-in-the-woods kinda thing. There's rock and roll (even though they call it country, it's so clear they're straight rocking) and all that comes with it in here. Ups and downs, wins and loses -- mostly the downs and the loses -- during long drives in a shitty van, sad nights in crummy clubs, and dingy motels along the highway. Also, a murder and some missing fingers, which result in a classic technique now known forever as "bad handing guitar".
As I got close to the end with that great growing feeling of loss which comes on hard in those last pages of a book you're loving, I was wondering: "Is this just a good story, nothing more? What is this about?" And then I found the two paragraphs pictured here. Someone should get this thing back in print, or make a movie.
Listen: Sometimes we draw 38 people, sometimes 146, sometimes more, sure. I couldn't give a single fuck. This is one of the best bands in America. Promoters: pay us a very reasonable sum of money and fulfill our simple rider and we will bring the real shit every night. Sometimes you'll find me dancing in the front row, too.