off to Rio!

I heard a loud fuss coming from the washroom last night and sure enough it was the dryer what had done blowed up. So this morning it was up to the Bunn Laundromat to dry that load and the the load that was in the washing machine. I felt like I really belonged as I was folding up my #3 Dale Earnhart pajamas.
Tonight it's off to Rio to watch The Rolling Stones live worldwide simulcast from Brazil. Of course, I'll be sitting in a movie theater in beautiful Garner NC, far away from the insanity and sketchy security. Who knows if they'll even play or not. I hear it's gonna be wild!

bad reviews

I sent my wife on a qwest to find a bad review of the new record..this is the worst one she could find...by Tim Peacock...Thanks Tim!


Think of singing drummers and inevitably those dreaded two words spring to mind: Phil Collins.Ghastly, isn't it? But fortunately there are musicians out there fighting a rearguard action. Back in their prime, Husker Du's Grant Hart wrote and sang almost half the songs and in North Carolina's TERRY ANDERSON, we have another character who's a bit tasty with a quick roll on the skins as well as being handy at penning a catchy tune or three.Anderson has a colouful past, actually, as the previous fifteen years of his life have found him co-writing songs for artists as well-respected as Joe Dee Messina and (wow) Etta James as well as playing significant parts in bands such as The Woods and (wait for it) The Fabulous Knobs. And no, I couldn't make that last one up.Terry now fronts the immortally-monikered OLYMPIC ASS-KICKIN' TEAM with bassist Jack Cornell (also ex-Woods), guitarists Dave Bartholomew and Scotty Miller and keyboard player Greg Rice. Their eponymously-titled debut album is a brevity-fuelled 13 songs-in-under-40-minutes affair with a penchant for stupidly catchy, booze-fuelled bar room rockers, easy grooves and a few pleasant surprises along the way.Opener "Can't Get The One You Want" features sparky, 12-Bar guitar, shakers, kick drum and Anderson battering a 6ft step ladder. It suggests the Olympians are happy to incorporate kooky ideas as and when required and Anderson's wry'n'astute lyrics ("Sure enough you come back home and all your stuff is on the lawn with a note to say 'you're moving!'") demonstrate he has a flair for painting all-too-credible pictures of liquor-sodden misadventure.Much of what follows is likeable and engaging without ever demanding too much of you. There are several excellent rockers, not least the great, Replacements-style abandon of "Check Please", the beer-drenched, Stones-y groove of "Feel A Drunk Comin' On" (dig that Ian MacLagan-style piano!) and the big, confident opening crescendo and fruity Hammond-organ flavoured pop/rocker "Sunday Dress." Elsewhere, the sheer self-deprecation and easy grooves of songs like "Purple GTO" - a typical cars'n'girls affair featuring the Georgia Satellites' Dan Baird on guitar - and the fat, Stax-y horns of "You Know Me" ingrain themselves on your brain before you know where you are. And you're happy to let them do so.
Funnily enough, though, it's often when the Olympians relegate the chunky ramalama that they really score. For example, there's the red-hot, semi-acoustic skiffle/ rockabilly of "$100 A week" (think early Burritos with some scorching Albert Lee-style lead guitar from Mike Krause), the strangely fitting closing "Rehab" featuring ex-Whiskeytown gal Caitlin Cary on violin and vocals and this writer's personal favourite "Raindrops", which makes space for a blue'n'romantic Anderswon vocal, liquid pedal steel and a distinct country-rock leaning. Besides, which old romantic out there could possibly deny a chorus that goes "when I'm with you, I can walk between raindrops"? Aahh!!There are a few less satisfactory moments like the slightly peurile "Thunderbird" ("I might just pull my pants down and smoke some cigarettes" - OK, guys, we get the message you like to party, but put it away yeah?) and the predictable rabble-rousing chorus of "Hi'N'Dry", but even these aren't major disasters and thanks to the Ass-Kickin' Team's desire to bring most things in well under three minutes, these faux-pas' fail to prevent your enjoyment being unduly interrupted.Anderson and co, then, may not immediately strike you as stars of track and field, but their butt-booting rock'n'roll and Southern fried boogie abilities ensure they are in with a chance when the medals are handed round. All things considered, "The Olympic Ass-Kickin' Team" is a personal best to be proud of.

knockouts and blockouts

I passed out while listening to the post-game comments of Carolina's N.C.State-like methodical beat down of Maryland on the radio last night. I must say it was like being sung to sleep by your mother. Yeah, I know it was 8 o'clock but I wuz purty whooped myself from the ass kickin' we gave the town of Southern Pines the night before. It was a great croud, 150 or so, and after the first set they were drunk enough to "feel" it! We came outta the gate with both barrels blazing. "Weather or Not", "Killin' down in Dillon" and "Mr. Busdriverman" left their mouths open and seemingly their brains pulled out. They were looking around at each other, "What the hell is this?" But then the ladies loosened up and started dancing and then it surely became the "Party Gras" it was being hailed as. Good times, good times.
So I wake up about 1:30 last night and eat a half of an oatmeal raisin cookie that Grace was baking for me while I was in the process of passing out and I started to get really mad. Why? Kilz2. I remembered an Email I had gotten earlier from my friend, Mike McGlothlen who was painting and wondering why his primer wasn't covering. He was using Kilz2. THIS SHIT DON'T WORK PEOPLE! DO NOT BUY IT! It is NOT a stainblocker. It ain't shit! I wouldn't paint the inside of my doghouse with it! I don't know how they keep getting away with selling this stuff. The original Kilz works great, the odorless Kilz works and covers even better but this water-based version is a shame and a scourge on the painting industry. Besides the guy that invented the cigarette, the guy who invented this shit is one guy's ass that I would really like to kick! Aaaaaahhhhhhhh!! Bastard!!

Back to the Future

I’ve been playing music with David Enloe since Mrs. Tynes handed out recorders to our 4th grade class and tried to get us to play “Mary had a little lamb” together. You know what recorders are right? They are those sticks you blow through with about 7 or 8 holes in the top.We stayed in touch and hung out even though I had Mrs. Bryant (who I remember washing a girl’s mouth out with soap) in fifth grade and Mr. Johnson, a dandruff ridden male version of a Southern Belle (“when you go on trips with your parents, don’t fall asleep in the back seat..sit up, observe… the world around you!”) in sixth. Junior High was a trip. We met Billy Rotchford and he started letting us come over to his house in the afternoon’s after school to jam. There was a line of folks that came through to jam with us but none very impressive. We played together through High Scool as our little 2 piece band that we called Rooster hoping someday to find the right fit on bass. David’s dad died (soon after he came down to the courtroom and got David and I a Prayer for Judgement from the judge after we had been arrested for underage drinkin’..) in the 11th grade so he and the rest of the family had to move to Robbins, NC where his family had a house that was paid for. Robbins is in the Sandhills part of the state which has very sandy soil which is not good for much other than pine trees and azaleas. Other towns in the area include Pinehurst, Fayetteville, Vass, Raeford and of course Southern Pines.
Ahhh… Southern Pines, home of Sandhills Community College where we met again to pursue our search. And there he was, Jade Cordero. Or at least, that’s what we thought it said. It was really Jack Cornell, and I still can’t read his handwriting! We spent countless days and nights rockin’ like hell in the “Thunderbird” house. The “Thunderbird” house is the house that David and I rented in our second year at Sandhills. The first year we stayed in Lakeview, which was beautiful but a little far to go to get to school. So we moved to May Street which was almost into town. One Sunday night I came in from visiting my girlfriend and David had three big bottles of Thunderbird. So as a good friend will do.. I helped him with them. Next thing ya know we is TORE UP! I realized at one point during the night how thin the walls in the house were so we started punching them, knocking fist sized holes everywhere that there wasn’t a stud (OOOOWW!!). We woke up the next day with the worstest throbbing in heads in the history of time and with a house full of holey walls! We had two thing going for us though, I was a painter and I knew how to fix the walls and our landlord was 90 years old and couldn’t physically beat our asses! So it worked out and years later as you know I wrote a song about it.
We started The Fabulous Knobs around that time, who would sell out large rooms during our peak. To tell you how popular we were around here, we did a reunion show a few years after our demise for 15 grand! Anyway, The Fab Knobs turned into The Woodpeckers when Debra (the singer) left and The Woodpeckers became The Woods after Dan left. The Woods did a record for Twin Tone and a had a great following in the Triangle and when that was done Jack and I later started The Olympic Ass-Kickin’ Team…playing TONIGHT! (@ O’Donnell’s, 133 New Hampshire Street) in Southern Pines. I’m hoping to go down May Street on my way into town. I wonder if that house is even still there?

94&1/2% sure..

I'm pretty sure now that I AM going to Austin for the South By Southwest Music Conference. That's a pretty fancy name for a week long drunk, ain't it? This is a last minute descision by me since it's just a couple of weeks away but I really need to do it. We have a car that's less than a year old so I'll feel pretty safe about driving it down. I would fly but I really need the time to work on songs. It's a good 18 hours from here so I'll be stopping somewhere down south along the way. I'm going to get up with Walter Clevenger and them boys and sing that Nick Lowe song we do that's on the tribute record. Plus, I need to meet with the distributor that's re-releasing the OakTeam record.
Speaking of records! The new Yayhoos record is being manufactured as we speak! (or read..or whatever it is we're doing right now...) The cover looks cool as SHIT! What's inside ain't too bad either!

DEAD!

It finally happened. The toothbrush that I bought years ago and loved has died. Well, actually the batteries just died. I pushed and pushed that button this morning and nary a turn. I'm on the lookout now for 2 AA Duracell Ultra M3 batteries. Them sumbitches last FOREVER! OK, enuff about that dumb shit...

Paula

Speaking of 9 to 5's, by the time I get home from that thing and take Nathan to Tae Kwon Do and go to the grocery store and all that shit all I feel like doing is sitting down and staring into the the abyss known as American television. It's a mindless box for folks that feel mindless or wanna feel mindless and just sit down to watch other mindless people...like Paula Abdul. There's a little talent show on TV here called American Idol. Personally, I think American Idiot would be better and they could use the Green Day song for it's theme, that would be cool. The judges for the show are really what the show has become about. There's the Brit wit, Simon who I usually agree with. "That was 'orrible!" He don't play. If you suck he tells you that you suck. Then there's Randy Jackson, the middle of the road dude who tries to sugar coat it the best he can, "That was just OK for me, man" or "I wasn't feeling it tonight, dog". And then there's the spineless chihuahua faced dumbass, Paula Abdul. Looking like a 1975 High School yearbook picture, she sits there and tells every fingernail-on-the-chalkboard singer that they are the next big thing. The worst thing she has ever told anyone is "You're a very pretty girl, don't give up on your dream". Huh? Hey lady! Who cares if she's pretty! She can't carry a tune in a shitpot!
I am so glad that Tyler Hansbrough and the Tarheels are playing basketball tonight. That'll give me SOMETHING to watch that I give a shit about!

9 to 5

Ya know this rock star thing is cool and all, you get to travel a lot, meet new fans, eat at great resturaunts, rock out and have fun every night. It really is an OK way to live but there's also a lot to be said for a good 'ol steady 9 to 5 job...yeah, like IT SUCKS! I think the time away from the stage and fans puts me in such a funk that I have to drink! I sure did last week after coming home from such a great weekend! Good God! If I keep that up I'm gonna get accused of having a problem or something!
Speaking of that weekend, is it considered an in-store if you sing one of your songs at the K&W Cafeteria? When the "Can I serve you a meat, sir" lady asked us what kind of music we played of course I said Rock and Roll. She said she liked Gospel and I told her that we had a Gospel song. She asked me to sing it, so I did..I commenced into "Church Folks Comin'" and sent the ladies and folks in line into a clap along. "That's nice, I like that!" she said. Of course, I stopped before the lines about the liquor bottles and porno everywhere!

Roscoe's blog..

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sat. radio

Hey! Have y'all heard the OakTeam on the XM Radio Rock and Roll station? No? Really? Huh! Know why? 'Cuz there ain't one! Correct me if I'm wrong, but they got the Rock, the Country, the Rap, The Ethel and The Fred and everything in the world but the genre called "Rock and Roll". Now let's see, there's the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and millions of other things beginning with these three words but no station entitled "Rock and Roll". Hmmm....does that mean it's dead? Is the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame a shrine to a dead artform? Is Rock and Roll dead or is it just reduced to The Yayhoos and The OAKTeam? Meanwhile, we get to try to get on XCountry or some other bullshit titled station to be who we are.

toothbrush update

The blog everyone has been asking for...how's the toothbrush? Is it still turning? Well, I'm sorry to report that the toothbrush IS still turning, I wish it WOULD die. It's just not giving me the performance I need out of my toothbrush. It's pretty much on life support. It takes about 13 pushes of the button to get it to grind. It will speed up and slow down even slower or even stop at times, but I'll hit the button again and it keeps going. It's the damndest thing! Over 2 years, same batteries. It won't be long though. I have a feeling that this will be it's last week.

I may not be getting all of my Emails sent to my Hotmail account so try my Gmail (terryandersonrocks@gmail.com) if I don't reply. It has come to my attention that many have been sent that I haven't seen, including requests for more CD's from record companies..yikes! I usually reply if get one so please understand that it may not have made it.

Southern Pines..OakTeam..Sat. Feb.25...133 E. New Hampshire Ave...O'Donnell's..Roadtrip!!

Pavoratti

For about 45 minutes last Friday night I think I called up the spirit of Joe Tex, Wilson Pickett or even Otis. I had my best singing performance EVER! We were in Myrtle Beach at a joint called The Social. It's a cavernous little hellhole only fit for beginner bands and punk bands that don't care what they sound like. At one point I yelled for the "soundman" (the real one didn't show up...and if I'da had to work that room I'da quit too!) cut the damn reverb off. Only problem was that it WAS off! Anyhoo..thank the Lord for our in-ear monitors (Grace says that's all I talk about "in-ear, in-ear, in-ear!") or we wouldn't have heard a damn thing. I was already pissed off about the soundman not showing up and Big Daddy Dave having to set up the PA on top of all of his other duties. So we did the punk set, no slow or remotely pretty songs and something about how the whole night fell into place made me sing...and I hate to use this word...great. I even had one of the punks in the audience come up and say "Man, I really loved your singing!" There's a first time for everything, I guess!

I'll Drink to That!

I was listening to my last record, I'll Drink to That! (available at www.notlame.com) today and thinking about some interesting facts about it that I wanted to share.
Well, the whole record got started because of a painting job I did for my friend, Bob Wallace. He had a studio with 2 Da-88's and I traded the work out for a day of recording. About 6 months after I had done the job, Jack, Roger and I went over there one Saturday and cut the rythym tracks to the first 5 songs on the record. That's why they sound different.
I recorded "Safety First" and "Nastiest House" at home in my basement and I played drums on "Safety First" left handed/footed so it would sound even stupider. If you listen to it, it sounds like a little kid playing drums.
Some of you may have noticed this but on "Rock and Roll Girlfriend" I sing the line.."She'd rather hear a record from '73 than any of the hits on MTV"..but on the lyrics page I put (what I had sang on the demo).."..any of that SHIT on MTV"
My Mom also died during the making of this record so for that alone it is special to me. It was kind of hard to sing some of those funny lyrics when I wasn't feeling very funny. But I was inspired to finish the record because I know that's what she wanted me to do. It still stands the test of time. Big Al says it's my best. Hell, it's worth the price of admission to hear the string arrangement that Dave Adams put on "Stay Away from Your Heroes". That boy's good, y'all!
If you don't have it already, I ain't gonna call you a dumbass but....what are you waitin' for?

V-day

Y'all better TELL that damn woman you love her, for all that mess of yours she has to put up with, the dirty socks and underwear (if you wear any!) she picks up, the cooking and cleaning, having to listen to your shit all the time, lettin' your nasty ass crawl all over her, for all the little things she does for you that you don't even notice or if you do, don't acknowledge....but most of all....for believing in you.

Macon and back..

Like a bunch of third graders in a candy store, the OakTeam was let loose on the Eastern seaboard this weekend. We wuz blowin' our coach's whistles, drankin', yellin', throwing baseball on the beach and at reststops beside the interstates, riding the "fun way"(I'll explain that one of these days), going to South of the Border (near Dillon, SC..yeah THAT Dillon!) and actin' ignunt.
We wuz callin' Putt-Putt tryin' to get a "tee time", just a whole lotta dumb fun! But the number one thing the OakTeam did this weekend wuz ROCK LIKE ASS!! When we found ourselves in the wrong club (right venue, just wrong for us) we rocked that bitch, pro-style. The punks in there were blown away. We just did the fast and ugly ones and they dug it.
The Hummingbird, the club we played in Macon was beautiful. It was an old building, brick inside, big long bar with all the good stuff behind it. The owner/manager dude, Vick was awesome! "Anything you guys want" kinda guy. He knew music too. There were some great acts coming through there and we felt honored to have that chance. But play we did, and ROCK LIKE ASS we did. After the first set Vick came up and said "Man!! you guys are KILLIN' me!! You are KICKIN' MY ASS!! I didn't know there was a band out there that still played this kind of music. Y'all are like Dave Edmunds AND The Faces!" Yup, he gets it.
Check out Jack's site below. Click at the top of his home page for pictures.

jack's new site

y'all check out Jack's site for OakTeam news till I get time to sit down and figger out what just happened over the last three days. All I know is that old folks ain't supposed to have this much fun!!!! Insane!! Especially Macon, that place rocks!! No wonder Otis wanted to live there!! Now I do!


http://web.mac.com/jackcornell/iWeb/Site/JackBlog/JackBlog.html

I've got a loooong....

…day ahead of me. After packing and running errands around Raleigh I’m meetin’ up them boys and we’re headed out again for another Ass-Kickin’ Road Party (also referred to as a “tour” in some circles). This time we roll south. The first show is in Wilmington, NC tonight with the Raleigh Rock Contingent, it’s Greg’s band, The Cartridge Family, Patty Hurst Shifter and then us. Several Raleigh stalwarts are threatening to call in sick tomorrow so they can show up tonight. Wilmington is just a 90 minute ride (going 100 mph!) from Raleigh. Next, we hit Myrtle Beach. I know it’s February but hell it’s a Friday night, MAYBE somebody will show up. We’re really looking forward to Macon. We’ve heard great things about the club and they’ve talked real nice to us over the phone …so it could be cool. I just can’t wait to cross the Otis Redding Memorial Bridge again. But I really hope it goes better than the last time we crossed it. A cop stopped us last time and we wuz all drunk as hell and had to pee really bad. He finally let us go…as in leave, not pee.
How about them Grammy’s huh? I flipped through during commercials of the basketball game and wuz totally bored to tears. Paul, you look good for your age but man!...you just stand there when you sing (and quite well I might add)! Just being Paul. I guess that’s enough for some folks. That “Tribute” to Sly and The Family Stone was more like a roasting! Brutal! Broooo-TALL!! Who was that bitch that kept going “huh!” loud as hell between every line she “sang”? It was like she had a hairball or something. And Sly, bless his heart…. He done got a little chubby and covered it up the best he could. The two foot tall bright yellow Mohawk was a distraction from his belly, I think. He left early while the band played on, probably in disgust!

re-release

The Olympic Ass-Kickin' Team has signed with Burnside Distribution and to much worldwide fanfare, sparklers, fireworks and cupcakes (w/sprinkles!) will re-release the new record on April 11. Why is this great news? Because following this re-release you'll be able to go to Best Buy or you favorite Mom and Pop record shop and buy the record. There will also be an elaborate media blitz by ourselves and Burnside, therefore making the writers that we have already sent records to actually open the packages and listen to the damn thing, plus a few more mailings will also be sent out. So look for another "Terry Anderson and The Olympic A**-Kickin' Team" review coming to a newspaper near you. Can't say "ASS" in America, ya know! I think I'll put a parental advisory on the new release.."This record contains the word "ASS" on not one, but TWO songs! If you are scared that you or your kids are "going to the bad place" upon hearing and consequently singing along to this word, please do not buy this record".

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on hold..

Man, I slept like one of those 3 day old hot dogs at the truck stop last night, spinning around and around. I think it was the electric blanket. I felt "plugged in" all night long. AND THEN, some sparty pants youngin' of mine cranked the clock radio to ELEVEN! When that bitch went off, everything in the room jumped 3 feet! My wife, acting as though we had been attacked, scrambled to kill whatever hideous song that was.
Speaking of hideous songs, I called the Apple store yesterday to check on my son's IPod. Dude was nice and all but he put me on hold for about 6 minutes. So I put the speakerphone on to keep from having to hold the damn thing. Some "beautiful" music was coming out of that son of a bitch! "Color My World" by Chicago being the topper. I almost hung up. Are you kidding me? The cool, modern, hip Apple store has "Color My Fuckin' World" on their "on hold" music? C'mon guys, you can do better than that! That's a bad reflection on your company. I don't wanna be tortured MORE while I'm on hold. Waiting is bad enough.

warning!

I have just listened to the new finished master of the new Yayhoos record and I simply must, as a favor to my long time fans and friends, issue this warning. This record will be out before you know it and I am afraid for you. Here's what I hope you remember BEFORE ever dropping the needle (how I wish!) on this sucka..#1..go to the store and get a big 'ol bag of Depends, adult diapers 'cause you are fittin' to shit yourself!...& #2..kiss or call your loved ones, tell them you love them, and then make out your will 'cause you just MIGHT fall out and die!!
The last song might do that to ya. Keith Christopher...dass all I gotta say!
Someone commented about wanting to know the running order of the songs, here they are.....
Track one followed by...
Track two followed by...
Track three followed by....
Track four followed by.......
Track five followed by....
Track six followed by.....
Track seven followed by....
Track eight followed by..
Track nine followed by......
Track ten followed by.....
Track eleven followed by...
Track twelve followed by....
Keith's song....

sittin' on the porch!

I am still wondering who those guys were that came up from Atlanta to see us in Knoxville. They was about the only sumbitches that came and paid! They showed up early, bought lots of merch and asked for all of our autographs. The main dude that brought them there had an audio/video setup. He saw us at the "Fly-aide" show and drug up a few buddies to witness the rock. He started shooting when we were doing the "Thunderbird" video and kept rolling into the set (about 20 songs long). When we were done, they all picked up and ran out. Hmmm..look out for "Terry Anderson and The Olympic Ass-Kickin' Team: Knoxville Style" out on DVD at a video store near you soon! Lemme know if you see it!
Hey! guess what! The Yayhoos record is DONE and mastered and all the hell ready to kick your ass! I've got a few on there that I'm pretty damn proud of. "Where's Your Boyfriend At" and "All Dressed Up" are classics as well as "Gettin' Drunk", an old one that just won't go away...I think it's been waiting for this version! I'm sittin' on the porch waiting for the Fed Ex man tomorrow!