Big 'ol Friday night!

Well we showed up down at the Sparklefest and rocked like ass. We started with "Fat Lady" and it got dumber from there but not much slower. I looked over at Greg, who we fondly call Craig sometimes, and he was literally SURFING on top of his keyboard, standing on the bitch! Dave was over there leaning on him tryin' to hold his drunk ass up there. It was pretty wild and of course we had NO idea what songs we were gonna play until either Dave or I took the initiative to call one out as the last one ended. But suffice it say, we gave the crowd a good beat down, a relentless piledriver..if you will. And I damn sure will! I ain't scared to say it..we won!
I stayed till the end of the night and didn't drink too much, knowing I had to drive home. I get to Bunn and it's 2:33 am. The damn BUNN BEACH BINGO parking lot is STILL HALF FULL! PEOPLE!! Hey dumbasses!! Go HOME!! Go to damn bed! You can't be having that much fun! There has GOT to be more than bingo going on in there! Either that, or THAT is some damn HOT bingo action!

Troy

Jack and I did the radio thing last night which was a blast. We could’a done ANOTHER 2 hours with the material we walked in with. Cabot was great to hang out with and talking to him off the air I realized that I had painted the house that he lives in now. Small world, huh? So we left there and decided to go check out how Sparklefest was coming along back in Raleigh. We hung out for about an hour, pretty much had a beer and left. Everybody sounded good, Jac Cain got new PA stuff to work with and had a lot more low end to work with so it was nice. I’m looking forward to playing tonight. Well..if I can get a nap! I got to bed about 1:30 and woke up with a bad headache about 4 am. I didn’t drink that much so it wasn’t that. It was just long day yesterday and I worked really hard. So I passed out again this morning only to wake up at 7 am to get the kids of to school. Grace had to leave early. So I’m laying there trying to back to sleep after they leave and the smell of coffee kept picking my head up. “Awww..screw it!” I’ll get up for a bit and see what’s been blown up, or who’s been shot or lied to or what other unexpected catastrophe awaits me on the news this morning. Having not slept much, I wasn’t in the mood for the silly and very unfunny banter of the Today show. I can only take so much of that when I HAVE slept to be honest.
So I flip around and end up on HBO and there’s that damn Troy movie that ‘ol Bradgelina was in. I’m watchin’ for a little bit and I’m thankin’..”Hell, this is purty good!” The writin’ ain’t too bad, they’re actually saying stuff that makes you think every now and then. I’m a sucker for history epics anyway so I keep watchin’ it and wondering when they were gonna get to the “horsey” thing. I wondered for a little bit if I had missed it cuz I picked it up about an hour into it. But the sumbitch is about 8 hours long so I figgered there was still time for that. That HAD to be the climax! They went though all this crap about Helen (of Troy, y’all heard of her right?) and the 2 dudes fightin’ over her and stuff and how that was what had started the whole mess.
Blah blah blah..get to the horsey, damnit!
Brad plays Achilles and there was that whole thing too..you know wonderin’ when they were gonna get to the “Achilles HEEL” thing. Well, they finally get toward the end of the movie and this dude starts carving a horsey for his son back in Greece and the other dude sittin’ beside him gets this idea and I knew right away what was comin’. (I’m just sharp like that!) Sure enough, they built that sucker down by the sea and the Trojans fall for it hook line and sinker. Now here’s the part I couldn’t figger out… That damn thing had to weigh about a million tons, the way it looked, but them boys somehow drug it back to the city of Troy, up a steep hill (in a scene earlier, the Greeks were shown getting’ bombarded by the Trojans rolling fireballs down the hill at them… hmmm..) and across the desert? And too, how did the Greeks know how big to build that horsey? What if it was too tall and they had done all of that work for naught?!
So they get the horsey inside of the city walls and in the middle of the night the Greeks including Achilles (heel intact!) get out of that sumbitch and start stabbin’ and killin’ and all hell breaks loose! Oh Lord! What a mess! They’s throwing babies over the walls and pushin’ the ladies down the steps and stuff, uh!! It was ugly! Finally and at the VERY end, Achilles goes to save his hottie girlfriend and the Trojan Prince (I done forgot his name but he was Hector’s brutha, who had previously shown himself to be a coward) got that bow out and started flingin’ them arrows at Achilles (Bradgelina). The first arrow hits him where? Come on! You can get it! Yeah..hell yeah!..right through the back of his damn foot, right in the heel! I knew this bitch was about over then! And it was.
That was a purty damn cool flick. Check it out sometime, man.
I’m going back to bed.

up's and down's and up's...

My life is one of high high’s and low low’s. Well, not really THAT low because I have a great family for support, but you know what I mean. There are times when I’m thinkin’ “Is this all there is? ..workin’ my ass off, never getting ahead, coming home drinkin‘ a bottle of wine and watchin’ some dumbass TV show like Flava Flav’s, Dog the Bounty Hunter’s or some other low-brow shit like Cheaters or Cops?"
I get breaks every once in a while, the gigs. The gigs are a total release for me, be they OakTeam or Yayhoos. They allow me to expel built up frustrations from those low times. I look forward to every gig, no matter how low my expectations are for them.
I get pick me ups from my songs that are out there too. The hits are humbling. I feel almost blessed. The “Dixie Beauxderaunt” thing is truly exciting and the Dylan/“Bottle and a Bible” thing was REALLY unbelievable (I mean, that was better than having a hit song, seriously!). And then sometimes I get other out of the blue opportunities like this...going on the Blues Cruise in the Caribbean and playing drums for Big Al in January of next year. He called just a while ago and made sure I was seriously interested.
Uhhh…lemme think..uuhhhh…and not paint? Well…I don’t know…HELL YEAH!!!
Really, anything that will get me outta Bunn NC for a week or so, count me in, but yeah, I will be honored to play in that band.
Thank God for little miracles or I would drink a lot more than I do!!

TA radio show

Well, my friend Cabot Dixon has invited me to spend some time on the radio with him talkin' about my career, past...present...future.
I'm brangin Jack along and it should be a lot of fun. I'm gonna dig up rare stuff to play. I hope y'all will listen. Outside of the 10 mile radius from the Chapel Hill station listen online!

Date/time: Thursday 8-10pm
Name of show: "Random Acts of Music"
Station: WCOM in Carrboro @ 103.5 FM
To tune in to the livestreaming broadcast via the internet go to the website:http://www.communityradio.coop
and click on the "Listen Online" button in the upper right corner of the homepage.

readmag review

http://www.readmag.com/Updated: 4/30/06 ((( EDITOR'S PICK )))
Terry Anderson and the Olympic Ass-Kickin Team
Terry Anderson and the Olympic Ass-Kickin Team

I don't know what the hell it is I'm listening to, but it kicks my ass. It's like country rock but with a totally rock n roll "I don't give a fuck" attitude. I hate country rock, even light-hearted country rock, but these guys have some sort of pure, fun rock n' roll quality that makes them impossible to dislike. Check out the snappy and incredibly fun "Can't Get The One You Want," the poppy rock tune "You Know Me," the bluegrassy "$100 A Week," the spurs-stampin' "Rehab," and two great songs about two great cars - "Purple GTO" and "Thunderbird."

Top 20!

Here's CMT Canada's current Top 20 videos..

#1The Road Hammers
Girl On The Billboard
#2Brooks & Dunn
Building Bridges
#3Little Big Town
Bring It On Home
#4Wilkinsons
Fast Car
#5Pat Green
Feels Just Like It Should
#6The Wreckers
Leave The Pieces
#7Carolyn Dawn Johnson
Crybaby

#8Chris Cummings up! from #10!
Dixie Beauxderaunt

#9Dierks Bentley
Every Mile A Memory
#10Corb Lund
Counterfeiter's Blues
#11Kenny Chesney
You Save Me
#12Toby Keith
A Little Too Late
#13Hank Williams Jr.
That's How They Do It In Dixie
#14Brad Paisley
The World
#15George Canyon
Drinkin' Thinkin'
#16Sugarland
Down In Mississippi (Up To No Good)
#17Josh Turner
Would You Go WIth Me
#18Shane Yellowbird
They're All About You
#19Steve Fox
Little Footprints
#20Faith Hill
The Lucky One

sucky sports year

Man! Things have been rough for the Americans lately, especially in sports! The Ryder Cup just caps off a string of disappointments that includes getting’ our butts kicked by Greece in the World Games of Basketball, Argentina in basketball in the Olympics and Puerto Pico in the pre-season World Baseball Games (or whatever it’s called). I’m not gonna mention our soccer play in the World Cup cuz that doesn’t really count.
And it doesn’t stop there for me. The Braves had their string of division championships snapped. The Redskins suck! And the Tarheels just got their teeth handed to them by a team from SOUTH Carolina yesterday losing 52 to 7!
Luckily, I live in Bunn, North Carolina where the high school team is undefeated in 5 tries. Well, it’s SOMETHING to hang on to!

show goes on

OK, I think I got the bugs and kinks figgered out in my hard disc recorder and I am now able to start with the demo thing. Now, if I could just find the power supply to my drum machine! Well, I'll just have to beat on the table or sumpthin'..anyhoo, speaking of shows...what's this I hear about a Nov. 9 Yayhoos date with The Bottle Rockets @ Mercury Lounge? More on that and other dates as I receive word.
Other shows just around the corner, OakTeam dates @ The Pour House w/ the rest of the Sparklefest crowd next Friday, the 29th. Our slot is around 11:15pm or so. More on Sparklefest at www.sparklefest.com
Also, the big OakTeam in Ohio weekend begins the following Friday, the 6th, w/ our friends Watershed in Columbus and then the next night (the 7th, oddly enuff!) is our triumphant return to Wapakoneta and the great folks down at Rhythm and Brews. Too much fun!!

demo trouble

I'll spare you the pics of the baby dead mouse "glued" to a cassette tape from a box in my basement but let's just say that its part of the problem I've been having doing demos of new songs for the next record. Not only can I not get a silent momoent to collect my thoughts upstairs but my gear below has also been a hinderance.
First of all, I recently installed a new 60G hard drive into my 16trk hard disc recorder and have yet to work the kinks out of it. I'm probably gonna have to reinstall the operating program. I'm "seeing" what I've recorded but it's just not coming out. I'll figger that out eventually.
But when (in the interest of time) I went back to my old box, the 4 trk cassette recorder that I recorded the first record on that was inside of a toybox along with about 4 boxes of demo and song idea cassetes, I realized that I may have a problem with that thing also...mice. It looked like Momma Mouse had set up shop in there to birth some babies. Dotted with blood, piss, shit and birthin' fluids, that thing was a mess, not to mention the shape those cassettes were in. Like I said, one had a mouse stuck to it. Oh well, there go those songs for all eternity.
I gotta figger out way for me or somebody to take that thing apart and give it a thorough cleaning. I'll get those damn songs demo-ed one way or another!

the riot act

I was riding down the road today and heard this expression on the radio. I wondered what the hell it was all about because if it was particularly venomous I wanted to learn it and spit it out at people when needed. I googled it and found this..

[Q] From Gloria Spielman: What is the origin of the expression to read someone the riot act?

[A] These days, its just a figurative expression meaning to give an individual or a group a severe scolding or caution, or to announce that some unruly behaviour must cease. But originally it was a deadly serious injunction to a rioting crowd to disperse.
The Riot Act was passed by the British government in 1714 and came into force in 1715. This was the period of the Catholic Jacobite riots, when mobs opposed to the new Hanoverian king, George I, were attacking the meeting houses of dissenting groups. There was a very real threat of invasion by supporters of the deposed Stuart kings as actually happened later that year and also in 1745. The government feared uprisings, and passed a draconian law making it a felony if a group of more than twelve persons refused to disperse more than an hour after magistrates had told them to do so. To invoke the law, the magistrates had to read the proclamation contained in the Act aloud to the mob, something that often required more courage than they could summon up:
Our sovereign Lord the King chargeth and commandeth all persons, being assembled, immediately to disperse themselves, and peaceably to depart to their habitations, or to their lawful business, upon the pains contained in the act made in the first year of King George, for preventing tumults and riotous assemblies. God save the King.
The pains or penalties were penal servitude for life or not less than three years, or imprisonment with or without hard labour for up to two years. The Act remained in force for a surprisingly long time, only finally being repealed in 1973, though it had been effectively defunct for decades.

Aussie love

Hi Terry

Just wanted to say what a great time we had at Mucklewain and The End recently, they were fantastic shows and we had the best time. It was so great that you were playing 2 shows in the Nashville area while you were there. Thanks for taking the time to chat with us and sign posters etc.. and to get a mention from the stage at Mucklewain was special. We had a blast in Nashville and wish that we could move there permanently to enjoy all the fantastic music on offer. After the US we stopped in London and were lucky enough to see The Bottle Rockets at the Borderline in London to round off the best holiday I have had. Once again thanks for being so open and friendly to your fans, it really means a lot.

Cheers, Iain

(ps I forgot to tell you how much I love the Olympic Ass Kicking Team cd, my favourite track is Purple GTO)

Roller Derby

Roller derby is a sport for women who play life by a different set of rules. We’re proud, hard-working, independent-minded women. We’re vixens, wise-crackers, and naughty troublemakers. And we’re big-hearted women ready to get down and derby.
-(from their website: www.carolinarollergirls.com)

Damn! We had a stupid time last night! My friend, Bob Davis, home from his usual routine as tour accountant for pretty much anybody who’s anybody, (Metallica, System of a Down, R Kelly, Clay Aiken) arranged for a get together over at his house and then we would proceed over to the Dorton Arena (pronounced: dortna reena) where we would partake of some drankin’ and watchin’ some purty girls rolling around on roller skates in a rope lighted circle on the floor at the same time all the while trying to beat each other up. Now, how could I refuse that? How could anybody refuse that? I missed the getting’ together at the house part but I met everyone out there and hilarity ensued from that point in the evening until I stupidly tried to drive home some 10 hours later. I woke up this morning (uh..afternoon) and couldn’t figger out why my stomach was so sore, like I had done like some ungodly amount of sit-ups..you know 10 or 15 or so. But as I was telling Grace (who was sweet enough to suggest I have a night out with the boys) the stories of what happened I realized that it was sore from laughing so damn hard! I’ll do the best I can to remember what happened, and you’ll have to understand that part of the fun was being there and that it’s really hard for me to put into words how retarded we really got.
The roller girls were just a hoot to begin with and you’ll have to check out all of their names (on the website) to see what I mean. My favorite is Tara Himann, and yes there’s a definite gay overtone (not there’s anything wrong with that, mind you) to their behavior. Well anyway, 6:30pm and it was gametime and it got pretty wild. Girls were crashing everywhere..and hard! They sounded like wet seals when their flesh (and some had a lot more than others) slapped that concrete floor. Them gals meant business! Elbows and asses were flying! The “game” itself was definitely not rigged and it looked like they all were really trying to beat the shit out of each other and get out in front of the pack which is object of said game. Well, after we kicked Sin City’s ass, the crowd of hmm..a few thousand, were invited down to King’s Barcade to party with the girls. Let’s see, King’s holds maybe 300, so..go figger. Anyway we wanted to eat before heading down there so we (10 of us in our group) went over to the hot hip new joint in Raleigh, the Raleigh Times. I had heard great things about their veggie burgers so 6 of us put in orders for those, but another waitress came by and told ours they were out so we had to settle for grilled cheese. Not leaving a good impression on me from the git-go. But we enjoyed the cool night air and the fumes of the passing cars (and loud rice rockets!) and acted very cosmopolitan as we ate outside and laughed at stories about our other friends who weren’t there. We lost 7 of us after dinner so it was down to Bob, Carina and I to do the bar hopping thing. We started with King’s but we had low expectations (which were met) knowing that it would be packed. The entertainment for the evening was not another one of their usual crappy bands but instead was some pretty crappy karaoke singing. Some of the roller girls even joined in. We were completely done with the whole scene when some guy and girl got up to do a screamo version of Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believing”. Steven Perry seemed to be a theme as I remember the singer from the shitty little band at the roller derby sounding a lot like him, and not in a good way (IS there a good way to sound like Steven Perry? Hmmm…fodder for yet another blog I’m sure). We finished our beers and left.
From there (and this is all on foot at this point as Raleigh has a bunch of bars close together, well..within blocks of each other, these days) we hit Slim’s. This is another place that pretty much won’t let you leave sober. Many a drunk tale starts or at least stops through Slim’s. We like playing there cuz it’s tiny as is the stage which induces a tightness not found on our usual stadium stages:). No one was paying much attention to the band last night though so we didn’t either. We went out back to get away from them but soon noticed that another band was setting up out there. We finished our beers and left.
From there we stumbled to The Pour House where the band for the night, Pink Floydian Slip (guess which band they are a tribute to?..God! Don’t get me started on people’s fascination with tribute bands! UHHH!) had to cancel so in their stead we got..shit metal from that rockin’ ensemble of hate…Purgatory! Never heard of’m and never wanna hear’m again. Their CD’s were on the table..for free and they still had plenty when I left.
Songs like “F**k You” and “Better Off Dead” were not really lifting our spirits so I tried to get into it a little bit more like the numbskulls down front and took my shirt off. I later apologized to the waitstaff. I was sorry they had to see that, but I was REALLY sorry they had to listen to that! Jeez! Like workin’ in music store! One shitty lick after another, the guitar player was great about playing his solos in completely different keys, pretty much the opposite key from whatever “song” they were playing. We had Jager shots and left. Sorry, they might be nice guys but they flat out…can I say it?... SUCKED!!
At this point we were a little discouraged that we were not to be entertained with someone’s gift of music and we took a stroll through Tir Na Nog. Let’s see, there’s acoustic guitars on stage and a dude standing there sweaty like he just came off, and he’s got a Hall and Oats T-shirt on…these are NOT good signs of things to come. Out the door, no beer..nothing. We DID get to see some guy aggravating the shit out of a cop. That was cool, cuz the cop was fittin’ to bust him one. That might’a given us that entertainment we were looking for! It was just hard to find any more enjoyment than watching girls kick the shit out of one another.
So I say let’s go to Raleigh Music Hall and visit that damn nut, Rob Farris. Rob’s got the run of the place and is starting to get things going down there after the city finally filled the crater in the ground out front which prevented people from access to the entrance of the place. That was problem there for a while. “Yeah, we got bands” “Hey! How the hell ya get in there?” So Rob’s doing great and we were so excited by that I made a motion that we celebrate with some of his finest liquors and he happily obliged. The hour was late though (thankfully!) so after a couple of shots we hit the road again. Next we fell into some place, I think it was called the Capital Room or something. But it was really dark in there and not so much was happening. Bob wanted to stay and make chit-chat with the cute little barkeep down there so I made him buy me another shot. One for the road, you might say. I gave him a great pick up line (“you wanna f**k or fight?”) but he wouldn’t use it so I drug his sorry ass out and Carina (who’s a great sport about putting up with our lewd and lascivious behavior, often inciting more of it) decided she’d had enough of us and took the adventurous ride back to the Bull City. Bob and I went over to his new house and I had it in my mind that I would have another Guinness to sort of drink myself sober. Oh yeah, THAT always works. We sat on his deck (Man! He’s got a big deck! You should go sit on his big deck. He especially likes when girls come over and sit on his big deck!) for a while listening to the new Stones “Rarities” and shootin’ the shit. Well, just when I had decided to spend the night on his couch, a perfectly fine couch mind you, I change my mind and grab my keys. It’s four in the morning, I’ll be home in 30 minutes, wake up in my own bed..yadda yadd yadda. You know the drill. So I feel fine, I’m headin’ on home, get out on that “AutoBunn”, a long boring stretch of road and start getting’ little sleepy. Next thing I hear is the roar of the tires hittin’ those grooves on the side of the highway designed especially FOR dumbasses like me. Well, THAT woke my ass up and I pulled into the driveway about 4:35am to find Mama there opening the door for me.
“Git on in here, ya sorry ass!” Nah, she didn’t really say that, but she should have. She’s too good to me, she should’a kicked my ass..ROLLER DERBY STYLE!

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talk derby to me

I'm too damn hungover to tell you the gory details right now, but last night a bunch of us went over to the Dorton Arena (pronounced..dortna reena) to drink beer and watch hot girls fight... flat track roller derby. My friend, Foy Beal said "this is the most fun you can have outside of a bowling alley!" Many pics and much stupidity soon to be shared.

www.carolinarollergirls.com

world party

"Hell naw! I ain't going! I'm beat! I worked my ass off this week and I just wanna stay home, drink Spanish wine and pass out!" I sure am glad I changed my tune on that! Took a nap and about 9:30 tonight we woke up just in time to go to Raleigh and see World Party. I had seen'm before, prolly 10 years ago. Jellyfish opened that show so anything that happened after that was downhill, even as great as Karl Wallinger's songs are. That Jellyfish show was the most mind blowing thing I may have ever seen. Their vocals that night would have made The Beach Boys jealous.
But it was all about Karl tonight. He was badass. Recovering from a brain annurism (he had to reteach himself how to even WALK!) and you would'a never known it. Get this, and this is the most mind blowing thing I've seen in a while, dude plays left handed, right? OK, so I get closer and the damn thing is a RIGHT handed guitar, high strings on top! Well, that messed me up and I was walkin' around to everybody going "look at that! he's playing solos upside down!" Then someone from one of the opening bands said, "Yeah, and he's naturally RIGHT handed!" "HUH!" Thass messed up! He's just showing off now! So he's upside down AND turned around for no reason at all? Thass crazthy!
The drummer was good, hell he used to play with Paul (yeah, THAT Paul!). He had no bottom heads on the toms. These are known in the "biz" as CONCERT toms. Uhhh..OK dude, thanks for bringin' them back! The bass player was un-noticeable, the sign of a great bass player, really tasteful. The fiddle dude was good and sang great. He was Karl's only other backup singer of note (pun intended). The keyboard girl I'm sorry to say was useless. They played all those great songs and the mix out front sounded like the records, despite some early feedback problems.
Worth gettin' outta bed for, that's for damn sure!

Good news, Lardass!

Pizza Hut has just introduced (I seen it on TV!!) yes!..Lasagna Pizza! Woo Hoo! There's those extra calories that you've been need'n to get over the 300 pound hump! Shit yeah! Now you can do it! No prob! And if THAT won't get ya there the newly introduced Brownie Squares from Dominos will do it! FREE! with the purchase of an extra large hunk of dough, fake cheese and tomato mush. And not only that!..if you get a large pizza with it..it's only $5 more bucks! So you can eat 2 (TWO) pizzas and then have some brownies for dessert. Mmmmm!! Just what I wanted after bustin' a gut! Shit yeah! Got any of that lasagna pizza left?


PS...I just took Nathan and his friend over to CiCi's Pizza yesterday and on the buffet they had.. no shit..maccaroni and cheese pizza. Yep you heard right! Disgusting!

back in my groove

Well, the touring is done for a while and I'm finally getting reacclimated to non-rock and roll hours. I'm back to doing the stuff I HAVE to do as opposed the the stuff I WANT to do. But still there's music crap that I have to fit into my day. There's sending CD's to be reviewed, writing all the lyrics to the whole Yayhoos record down for a Blender review that was going to print last night (pretty much unable to do that..but I DID do 2 of'm for the guy..that was good, right?), figgerin' out what songs to finish for the next record (and believe me there are some stupid ones to sort through..just figger for every good song I have there's about 10 shitty other ones..that you'll NEVER hear!), figgerin' out how we're gonna record the next record (right now I'm leaning towards learning all the songs real good and inviting friends over to party while we play the whole record, anyone interested in coming?) and turning down Tuesday night gig offers (that's just dumb..nobody goes out on a Tuesday night...especially in Raleigh!). Other than that I'm back to my usual crap of workin', parentin' and drankin' ...and Oh!, watchin' sexual predators gettin' busted by Dateline NBC, usually rabiis and preachers. Man! I'm glad I don't go to church. See what it does to you?!

dark day

My blog was dark yesterday because of 9/11. I wasn't gonna put up that same picture of Roscoe, Mary Lee and me standing on top of their roof on 8th street and watching the buildings fall. There are people who re-live that day every day and were deeply affected by it. My being there is of no significance to them. Not to downplay anyone's emotional affects of that day, but if we didn't lose someone in those attacks most of our lives were more affected by the subsequent actions of the current administration. Do I feel safer now? Hell no, and I won't until they are gone.

Bryant Family Reunion

What is left of my maternal Grandad's family joined together today to break bread.
So all of these folks are related to me..somehow, though I had hardly even met most of them.
I know Uncle Pee-Wee though, he's a damn nut! 

Daddysville

 
Just a few miles down the road a piece from Bunn is a sign that sez Daddysville. A damn sign what the state done spent money on and stuck in the ground. The funny thing is that there's no TOWN there, nothing that should be called ANYTHINGville! It's just a couple of houses at the end of a road. You can't really even call it a community....just two houses, that's Daddysville. Nice name though! 

roscoe's take

"I've always dug Bob. Bob is, was and always will be rock and roll to me. Even if he did write "Wiggle, Wiggle, Wiggle".
My first Suburban (the '89 two tone blue Chevy) had a cassette of Bob's "Time Out Of Mind" stuck in the cassette deck. It was still in there when the truck got stolen. It was the music of the truck. Kinda like the refrigerator light. You'd have to get in the refrigerator to actually find out if the light ever turned off. Bob is New York...the best parts of New York.. He's a midwest cat who collected records and learned stuff and came to the big city to try his hand at the hustle.

This wed Sept 6 Bob played the Yayhoos "Bottle And A Bible" from our 2001 cd Fear Not The Obvious on his XM Radio Theme Time show. I have to admit I knew it was coming but its wild as hell to hear Bob quoting Dan and Terry's lyrics and saying my name."

jagerbikerPM

 
Hey Honey!! I'm home from my bike ride!! 

dan's take..

He sent this to family and friends...

greetings family, friends and acquaintances (yes i'm sending this one to everyone i know) -
i''l try to make this short (but i think i'll fail). the music i've played during my "career", with the exception of 1 song, and oh what an exception, has flown a bit under the radar of the "legitamate" awards given to those in music. now, that has never stopped me from doing what i thought was good. but as a musician, we all want recognition. recognition from the public is very nice (and the bank account is very happy). recognition from your peers is deeply satisfying. recognition from one of your great heroes is stunning. the attachment was part of bob dylan's weekly show on xm satellite radio.
now, i knew he was gonna play our (the yayhoos) song, but had no idea he was gonna quote it, then give a name check. i now know the definition of flabbergasted. (really glad there wasn't a video camera around when i heard it the first time)
i hope you all will understand the need for me to crow a bit. in it's own way it's kind of a lifetime achivement award to have bob d. quote your lyrics to the listening public.
anyone who's written a song will understand.
i hope the rest of you will as well.
i'm trying hard to stay humble, but that just may not work out for a week or so.
thanks
db

Osama Bin-tholomew

 
Big Daddy drivin' us home last night! 

Shakori Hills

"We'll have a house in the country, up at Shakori Hills, she'll wear a see-thru sun dress working' out in the field, in a wide brim hat, oh man you can't beat that, I can't see it all now but I gotta get out, I gotta go back"...Mr. Busdriverman
Well, we went 50 minutes outta town to out in the middle of God knows where, we passed the hat and got paid to practice. But it actually turned out to be a LOT of fun and a pretty good show despite the small crowd. As we always do, we rocked that bitch whether it was 3 people or 3,000. One after another, "less talk, more rock!" as someone once said about us.


My buddy, Larry Pope went with us and took these pictures..

Dylan/Hoos etc.

For those of you w/o XM, Dylan DID mention us by name, well.."Yah..Hoos", close enough Bobby. Then he quoted the song's first verse and then proceeded to mention ME by name and Dan by name (and as singer for the Ga. Sat's) as the writers. Then he mentioned Roscoe by name and said "Yah..Hoos" a couple more times...
Please cancel all of my appointments for September. I don't think my head is gonna fit trying to get out the door!

wanna hear it?
Bottle and A Bible

Sept.2, 2006

http://budlightdowntownlive.com/video/DD_09_02_06.wmv

OakTeam on here somewhere...enter at your own risk!

Donny and Marie

I was watching XM radio on my TV tonight and realized sumpthin'. Ya know...I ain't gonna be mad at folks who have big 'ol hits with really really really shitty songs anymore. They have their own Hell to live. They have to sing those songs for the rest of their damn lives! Can you imagine being Donny and Marie and having to sing "I'm a little bit Country..I'm a little bit Rock and Roll" forever. Just google the lyrics for that bitch! Oh......MY.... GOD!!!! It SUUUUCKS.....soBAD!!!
I won't say they are the worst lyrics ever...but they are damn close, Buddy! Believe you me. I shit you NOT!....they get an honorable mention!!
He He!! Y'all write y'all's shitty songs, dass all right!! You gotta sing'm, Bitch!!!

....Oh! what was that Dave Barry said about "I Love You Period"?

this just in!!

http://www.shakorihills.org/directions/

OakTeam!! (4 piece!) Friday night!! Sept.8f (pronounced eightph)

Shakori Hills..8 pm showtime!!

Stoned

I watched a very British movie called Stoned the other day. It was about the last 3 months of Brian Jones' life. Dude was F***ed up!..beatin' up on Anita and gettin' 14 yr. olds pregnant (of coarse, this was before the band started and the reason he wasn't allowed into the States) among other hideous stuff. Some of the dialogue was pretty ordinary but there were a lot of interesting "facts" that came out that I didn't really know about...especially the part about his builder, Frank Thorogood confessing in 1993 on his deathbed that he had drowned Brian. There were too many penises (or would that be..penii?, pronounced peee-ni) in the movie for me but they made up for that with lots of hot shots of (the actress playing) Anita.
Speaking of the Stones, I'm throwing this out there. I personally think that "Exile on Main Street" would have been a lot better with 4 or 5 LESS songs. Which songs would YOU throw out?

Dylan plays 'Hoos

http://www.xmradio.com/bobdylan/

Bob Dylan will feature The Yayhoos "Bottle and a Bible" on his show on Deep Tracks
XM 40 today @10am

check us out!

Hurricane Fran

Sept.5, 1996

Damn! Was it really ten years ago that Hurricane Fran hit Raleigh? There was devastation everywhere you looked….for weeks! I was on the schedule to have my (2nd) CD release party down at the Berkley Café on Martin Street that night and as always..the show must go on! So we went for it and before we could finish the set the lights started flickering off and on and eventually completely off again. I got my drums loaded and was headed back home, over a half an hour away. Pulling out I knew it was a “no go” as all of the traffic lights were straight out, being blown horizontally. So I started to drive over to Jack’s house but there was no way to get there. Every street I turned down was blocked by huge fallen oak trees. Raleigh IS The City of Oaks (even OakTeams!), you know.
I drove around for about 40 minutes scared shitless that one of those trees was gonna land right on top of me, limbs and debris all the time being blown against the car.
I finally drove over the end of a big tree and made it over to my friend, Bob Passarelli’s house. Bob’s the former chef for the Governor’s Mansion (of 12 years) and the guy I do the truffle thing with.
When I knocked at his door it was obvious that I had awakened everyone. They had no idea that a Cat 4 Hurricane was knocking trees down all around them. We had had three days of soaking rain before it hit so the ground was soft, making the huge oaks easy pushovers. Bob invited me in and showed me to the back of the house where there was a flat roof built-on room with a couch. He went back to bed and I laid down. I had the eeriest feeling that I wasn’t supposed to be there. Something told me to get up.
So I got up and laid down on the floor beside the hearth of the fireplace. About that time there was a roar in the back yard that could have only been a tornado (especially after looking at the rut it cut through the neighborhood the next day). Then I heard a giant crash and looked up to see a limb, itself the size of a tree, through the roof AND through
the couch that I was just on!
Being a flat roof, water was pouring in at an alarming rate, filling up the back room in no time and rising into the adjacent rooms. Bob grabbed an axe and stared knocking a hole in the floor so the water could drain out. After about 10 minutes of whacking he finally opened a hole big enough to make a difference.
It took a while to calm down after that ordeal and the winds were still dropping trees around us. There was a THUD every minute or so, another one down.
Bob’s youngest daughter had crawled into their bed by this time and at about 4am I took her bed and tried to get some sleep. Just as I was passing out there was another huge THUD! This one was close, REAL close! I thanked my lucky stars and decided to check it out tomorrow.
Of course, the next day came too soon as everyone was anxious to start cleaning up. No one had power. At 7am neighbors were outside with chainsaws. I walked outside and saw what looked like Armageddon! And along the entire length of the house was that giant oak tree that had fallen, lying by the wall where I slept.

7,180 Miles in reverse

Speaking of "37 miles in reverse", my wife, Grace dug this up..

Cross-country trips were no longer considered big news in 1930, but Charles Creighton and James Hargis' unique journey managed to make headlines. The two men from Maplewood, New Jersey, arrived back in New York City on this day, having completed a 42-day round trip to Los Angeles - driving their 1929 Ford Model A the entire 7,180 miles in reverse gear.

AHHHHHHH!!!!!

.......Git away from me!! 

37 miles

This bitch was in the key of "Q" as I tried to play "37 miles". It was so bad that it was good!
Hell, at least I remembered the words!

too much fun!!!

 

SOB

"I oughta pull beside you!..and run you in the ditch!..then we'll shoot you the bird when we're drivin' by you, you son of a bitch!!! Git yo ass up da road!!!" 

Moore Square

Wake up, ya damn drunks! Moore Square, usually a hangout for bums and thieves was invaded yesterday by the rock! Sorry dudes! Git up and dance! Gimme a hit of that Thunderbird!
We were joined onstage by Stormy, the stupid hockey mascot for the Stanley Cup Champion Carolina Hurricanes.
Chamber of Commerce day! Jeez! It was beautiful!
Fireworks finished off the night! We then proceeded to rock da hell outta Slim's...count'm up: one hour of the rock during the day and two hours later that night (starting at 11:45pm)...and I'm HOW old??

slim's

The (3-piece) OakTeam put a hurtin' on Slim's last night.

 
 
  

This place is a DUMP!

 

I ALWAYS love going to the dump. The fragrant scent of maggot puke and dumpster juice in the air.....ahhhhhh!!!! nice!

  

enuff rest

OK, that's long enough! I'm ready to play another gig now! Luckily The OakTeam will be rockin' Moore Square in downtown Raleigh tomorrow (Sat.) afternoon around 4:30 or so. Closing the night for us will be The Presidents of the United States of America. Then later that evening we'll haul our gear around the corner and do a long set over at Slim's. Greg's got some business to take care of so he won't be at either show. These are 3 piece shows, but trust me they are no less fun! Later in the month on the 29th, we'll do our thing at Sparklefest. This year it's being held at The Pour House. Can't wait for that one.
Then, in early October we head north to do some shows with our friends, Watershed, finishing the week on the 7th at one of our most favoritest places on the planet, yes, you guessed it...Rhythm & Brews on old 33 near Wapakoneta, OH! WooHoo! One guy has already cleared it with Ron's wife, Terry, to pitch a tent outside for that show so he can drink as much as he wants. Should be a wild one!
See y'all tomorrow night!