Jesus, what a whirlwind of emotions in the past few days. My dad has been has been getting stronger and stronger, even getting up and walking from his bed to the door twice in his new room. Finally out of ICU, he’s been in there since Tuesday afternoon. Like I said earlier I had to lie to him about David. He felt bad enough as it was. Today he was in really good spirits, telling jokes and flirting with the nurses so I figgered I could break some bad news on him. I hated to do it. It was kinda like Grace breaking Nathan’s heart (night before last) and telling him there was no Santa Claus, (“You mean I’ve been waiting 10 years for nothing!” he said before crying himself to sleep) it had to be done. He was genuinely hurt that he couldn’t see David before he died. His eyes teared up. It was pretty damn hard to keep from crying. We talked about the whole ordeal and how he was in a better place now, but I could tell it really bothered him. I told him I would be at the funeral on Saturday, that I might not see him that day and that I had to go home and write my sermon. Susan asked if I wanted to say a few things and I said that I would love to. Before I met David I often wondered what kind of job I would end up in, all I could come up with was…preacher. Guess I’ll get my shot at it on Saturday.
So finally, from what I’m hearing the funeral is officially at Robbins First Baptist Church at 11am (in Robbins, duh!). I’m getting a lot of Emails from musical friends and fans that are gonna be there, I’m sure it will be packed.
So I’m helping my dad do just about everything last night before I could finally take no more. I mean, hell, I’d rather paint than be a nurse. I broke a sweat! That shit is hard work! He wanted about 5 things at once, then the phone rings, water’s running…etc. etc. Ya need 6 hands to do that job. Then he says something I can’t understand. He doesn’t have his teeth in yet so I can’t figger out what in the HELL he’s sayin. “I’m sthin a ma malls” “Huh?” “I’m sin a ma malls!” I lean closer “What are saying Daddy?, I don’t understand”
“I’M SITTING ON MY NUTS!” Uuhhhhh…NURSE!
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Woods in DC
I love this picture, Jack and David are making some kind of truce or agreement on the mall in DC out in front of the Washington Monument...
From the N & O
Guitarist David Enloe, 50, dies
By David Menconi, Staff Writer
RALEIGH - The weekend before Thanksgiving, Susan Trent looked at everyone gathered in her husband’s room at Capital Nursing and Rehabilitation. The crowd included notables from three decades of local music history — bands including Arrogance, Superchunk, The Right Profile and The Woods.
“It looks like the Brewery in here,” Trent told her husband, David Enloe. The venerable music club on Hillsborough Street would have been a fitting gathering spot for this bunch.
Enloe, the Woods/Fabulous Knobs guitarist, died early Tuesday morning of complications from liver disease, his wife and friends said. He was hospitalized for six weeks this fall, attracting a steady stream of visitors up until the end, some from far away.
Bob Davis is on the road working for R&B singer R. Kelly nowadays. But 25 years ago, Davis was the Woods’ one-man road crew. So he rented a car in Washington, D.C., to drive down for a visit. Davis made it Monday night, just in time.
“A whole family of musicians has show up over the past two weeks, to hug him or hold his hand,” said Terry Anderson, Enloe’s lifelong friend and bandmate. “Guys who were really influenced by David. It’s been kinda refreshing to see how much he meant to people. Everybody loved him and how talented he was, how great his songs were, how fun he was to hang around. It’s been cathartic.”
Enloe and Anderson were both born on Christmas Day 1956 in the same hospital in Southern Pines. They met over music, playing recorders in a fourth-grade class at Raleigh’s Powell Elementary. By high school, Enloe and Anderson were jamming together and wishing they had a bass player.
By the late ‘70s, they had hooked up with bassist Jack Cornell to form the core of the Fabulous Knobs — one of the most dynamic bands in the Triangle, thanks to lead singer Debra DeMilo. Numerous younger musicians in town found Enloe and the Knobs inspirational.
Jeff Hart remembered a version the Knobs did of Smokey Robinson’s 1981 hit “Being With You,” set to the tune from the Rolling Stones’ “Beast of Burden.”
“He was definitely my guitar hero, the first guy I ever paid close attention to,” said Hart, leader of the Hanks and other local bands. “He was a very fluid guitar player, very sharp technically. Visually, he was just what you would imagine as a rock star — so cool in how he looked, dressed, played. I Know I wasn’t the only guitar player who bought a Telecaster because of him.”
After the Fabulous Knobs dissolved in 1984, Enloe, Anderson and Cornell joined up with Dan Baird to form the Woodpeckers.
Then Baird left to rejoin his old band, the Georgia Satellites, so the Woodpeckers continued on as the Woods.
The Satellites had a hit single with a cover of the Anderson-penned Woodpeckers song “Battleship Chains” in 1987, the same year the Woods released their debut album, “It’s Like This.” But that would be the band’s only album.
The Woods had some success as backup band for Marti Jones and Don Dixon (who both recorded Enloe songs for their albums). On their own, however, the band members had one frustrating record-label near-miss after another. The Woods finally called it quits in 1993, although they’ve continued playing together in other bands.
Enloe lived for a time in Los Angeles and worked with blues-rock singer Sass Jordan. Then he lived in Minneapolis for six years with Trent, his third wife, who he first met 20 years earlier when she was tending bar at Cat’s Cradle.
“I’ve known David forever, always had a crush on him,” Trent said. “Me and all the girls. That hair, you kiddin’ me? He was gorgeous! He was a Southerner through and through. We always called each other ‘Robbins’ and ‘Fuquay,’ because he was from Robbins and I’m from Fuquay-Varina. At the Bottom Line in New York one night, I was walking through in my cool black clothes with my hair messed up like we did in the ‘80s. And I hear from across the way, ‘Fuquay!’ ‘Oh my God, Robbins, you totally blew my cool!’”
Unfortunately, Enloe had ongoing health issues. He never could stop drinking, even when his life depended on it. That led to his separation from Trent earlier this year.
Enloe moved back to Raleigh in the spring, around the time his mother died. He was writing songs again and wanted to get another band going in Raleigh, but he fell ill before that could happen.
“David was a classic, good-lookin’, hard-drinkin’, funny guy,” said Dixon. “But there was an underlying sadness, like a lot of funny guys. There was an unfulfilled something in there that you could feel. I think that’s what drove him not to take better care of himself.”
Enloe’s death comes at a particularly trying time for Anderson, whose father is recovering from heart surgery. But Anderson’s annual birthday-party show is still set to happen Christmas night at the Pour House. Since that would have been Enloe’s 51st birthday, too, it’s sure to be an emotional night.
“It will definitely be bittersweet,” said Cornell. “I really wish David could’ve made it to his birthday. Not that he could’ve been at the show, and he was so miserable at the end I wouldn’t wish more of that on him. But it would’ve been nice. It will be both happy and sad for us, especially Terry. But yeah, we’re gonna play.”
Enloe’s survivors include two brothers, Mark and Steve Enloe. Funeral arrangements are still pending at Kennedy Funeral Home in Robbins.
david.menconi@newsobserver.com or blogs.newsobserver.com/beat or (919) 829-4759.
one note: I tried to catch Menconi before press time but got his voicemail. David and I were born 6 hours apart but not in the same hospital. I was born in Louisburg.
You are forgiven though David (Menconi) and thanks for a job well done and alerting the public to our and their loss.
By David Menconi, Staff Writer
RALEIGH - The weekend before Thanksgiving, Susan Trent looked at everyone gathered in her husband’s room at Capital Nursing and Rehabilitation. The crowd included notables from three decades of local music history — bands including Arrogance, Superchunk, The Right Profile and The Woods.
“It looks like the Brewery in here,” Trent told her husband, David Enloe. The venerable music club on Hillsborough Street would have been a fitting gathering spot for this bunch.
Enloe, the Woods/Fabulous Knobs guitarist, died early Tuesday morning of complications from liver disease, his wife and friends said. He was hospitalized for six weeks this fall, attracting a steady stream of visitors up until the end, some from far away.
Bob Davis is on the road working for R&B singer R. Kelly nowadays. But 25 years ago, Davis was the Woods’ one-man road crew. So he rented a car in Washington, D.C., to drive down for a visit. Davis made it Monday night, just in time.
“A whole family of musicians has show up over the past two weeks, to hug him or hold his hand,” said Terry Anderson, Enloe’s lifelong friend and bandmate. “Guys who were really influenced by David. It’s been kinda refreshing to see how much he meant to people. Everybody loved him and how talented he was, how great his songs were, how fun he was to hang around. It’s been cathartic.”
Enloe and Anderson were both born on Christmas Day 1956 in the same hospital in Southern Pines. They met over music, playing recorders in a fourth-grade class at Raleigh’s Powell Elementary. By high school, Enloe and Anderson were jamming together and wishing they had a bass player.
By the late ‘70s, they had hooked up with bassist Jack Cornell to form the core of the Fabulous Knobs — one of the most dynamic bands in the Triangle, thanks to lead singer Debra DeMilo. Numerous younger musicians in town found Enloe and the Knobs inspirational.
Jeff Hart remembered a version the Knobs did of Smokey Robinson’s 1981 hit “Being With You,” set to the tune from the Rolling Stones’ “Beast of Burden.”
“He was definitely my guitar hero, the first guy I ever paid close attention to,” said Hart, leader of the Hanks and other local bands. “He was a very fluid guitar player, very sharp technically. Visually, he was just what you would imagine as a rock star — so cool in how he looked, dressed, played. I Know I wasn’t the only guitar player who bought a Telecaster because of him.”
After the Fabulous Knobs dissolved in 1984, Enloe, Anderson and Cornell joined up with Dan Baird to form the Woodpeckers.
Then Baird left to rejoin his old band, the Georgia Satellites, so the Woodpeckers continued on as the Woods.
The Satellites had a hit single with a cover of the Anderson-penned Woodpeckers song “Battleship Chains” in 1987, the same year the Woods released their debut album, “It’s Like This.” But that would be the band’s only album.
The Woods had some success as backup band for Marti Jones and Don Dixon (who both recorded Enloe songs for their albums). On their own, however, the band members had one frustrating record-label near-miss after another. The Woods finally called it quits in 1993, although they’ve continued playing together in other bands.
Enloe lived for a time in Los Angeles and worked with blues-rock singer Sass Jordan. Then he lived in Minneapolis for six years with Trent, his third wife, who he first met 20 years earlier when she was tending bar at Cat’s Cradle.
“I’ve known David forever, always had a crush on him,” Trent said. “Me and all the girls. That hair, you kiddin’ me? He was gorgeous! He was a Southerner through and through. We always called each other ‘Robbins’ and ‘Fuquay,’ because he was from Robbins and I’m from Fuquay-Varina. At the Bottom Line in New York one night, I was walking through in my cool black clothes with my hair messed up like we did in the ‘80s. And I hear from across the way, ‘Fuquay!’ ‘Oh my God, Robbins, you totally blew my cool!’”
Unfortunately, Enloe had ongoing health issues. He never could stop drinking, even when his life depended on it. That led to his separation from Trent earlier this year.
Enloe moved back to Raleigh in the spring, around the time his mother died. He was writing songs again and wanted to get another band going in Raleigh, but he fell ill before that could happen.
“David was a classic, good-lookin’, hard-drinkin’, funny guy,” said Dixon. “But there was an underlying sadness, like a lot of funny guys. There was an unfulfilled something in there that you could feel. I think that’s what drove him not to take better care of himself.”
Enloe’s death comes at a particularly trying time for Anderson, whose father is recovering from heart surgery. But Anderson’s annual birthday-party show is still set to happen Christmas night at the Pour House. Since that would have been Enloe’s 51st birthday, too, it’s sure to be an emotional night.
“It will definitely be bittersweet,” said Cornell. “I really wish David could’ve made it to his birthday. Not that he could’ve been at the show, and he was so miserable at the end I wouldn’t wish more of that on him. But it would’ve been nice. It will be both happy and sad for us, especially Terry. But yeah, we’re gonna play.”
Enloe’s survivors include two brothers, Mark and Steve Enloe. Funeral arrangements are still pending at Kennedy Funeral Home in Robbins.
david.menconi@newsobserver.com or blogs.newsobserver.com/beat or (919) 829-4759.
one note: I tried to catch Menconi before press time but got his voicemail. David and I were born 6 hours apart but not in the same hospital. I was born in Louisburg.
You are forgiven though David (Menconi) and thanks for a job well done and alerting the public to our and their loss.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Many thanks to all...
On behalf of not only myself and Jack but wife, Susan and brothers, Steve and Mark I can’t begin to thank everyone enough for the outpouring of emotions on David’s passing. We all feel your warm thoughts and your prayers. Some of the comments on the blog were really heart wrenching, as have been the Emails and phone calls I’ve received. It’s really a tough time for everybody. Many musical families and extended families have shared their love. Not only fans but guitar players, bass players, drummers and singers near and far have reminded me of the times that David touched them, somehow making them appreciate music and love life even more. I know a lot of people really loved David and believe me when I tell you that he loved each and every one of you too.
My dad was just coming around today. He was getting emotional about his ordeal. As he slowly got clearer of mind he asked about David. “How’s David?” “Not doing too good” I told him. “Is he still over there?” “Yeah” I said. I had to lie. He was already getting post surgery depression; I didn’t want to upset him. I’ll have to tell him later. He loved David and David loved him too. David’s ears would perk up in the hospital bed as I would answer inquiries as to my dad’s condition. He was genuinely worried for him.
People have mentioned how much I have done as far as being there as a friend for David. I accept no credit for that. My blog entries were for all of the people who loved David and needed to know how he was doing. I was also hoping to prod them over to hang out with him. I couldn’t be there all of the time (nor could anyone else, for that matter) and I hated the thoughts of him being alone. A wise man said “If you're doing something that you love, you never work a day in your life”. I wasn’t going out of my way, I promise. I wish I could have done more.
I know no one really feels like laughing right now but I HAVE to share a story. Today, after visiting with my dad I saw fit to continue the best I could with life as usual. When my mom died I found it therapeutic to go to work and keep on keeping on, as I know she would have wanted me to do…as would David. Of course, I fielded a lot of calls which made it hard to keep my mind on my work but at the same time I was more than happy to talk about David. You may remember that in the middle of last week I mentioned that on top of all else that I had going on, my van “broke down”. I got in the thing one night after hanging out at the studio, listening to Rick Richards (did I mention that he was and is a BADASS!?) cut some tracks and when I turned the key nothing happened. There was nary a click or anything! My immediate thoughts were…battery. Nope. The lights shine bright. I call my buddy Bob Passarelli, “what could it be?” Starter, he says. OK. So this is just before Thanksgiving and so it’s just gonna have to sit here for a few days before I can get a starter and get Bob to help me put it in. On Friday afternoon I get one, two excruciating hours and $140 later we finally get it in. I turn the key, DAMNIT! Still, nothing! We go through all of the fuses, relays…everything, can’t figger it out! At this point I throw up my hands and ask “what else can go wrong?” This is about when I hit rock bottom. You gotta just stand back and hope that shit fixes itself sometimes. So today I stop by the van to pick up some stuff I needed for work and just happened to have the key with me. What the hell, I’ll give it another whirl. I stick the key and turn it..still nothing. But this time I notice something. There’s a bright “R” shining just over the steering wheel. “No!” I say to myself. Could I be THAT damn stupid? Oh yeah, no doubt I CAN be that stupid…but am I? I reach up and push the shifter one more notch to the left. Turn the key..VAROOOM! The bitch cranks right up. THE DAMN THING WAS IN REVERSE!! NOT PARK!
I could hear David laughing at me “HA! DUMBASS!”
My dad was just coming around today. He was getting emotional about his ordeal. As he slowly got clearer of mind he asked about David. “How’s David?” “Not doing too good” I told him. “Is he still over there?” “Yeah” I said. I had to lie. He was already getting post surgery depression; I didn’t want to upset him. I’ll have to tell him later. He loved David and David loved him too. David’s ears would perk up in the hospital bed as I would answer inquiries as to my dad’s condition. He was genuinely worried for him.
People have mentioned how much I have done as far as being there as a friend for David. I accept no credit for that. My blog entries were for all of the people who loved David and needed to know how he was doing. I was also hoping to prod them over to hang out with him. I couldn’t be there all of the time (nor could anyone else, for that matter) and I hated the thoughts of him being alone. A wise man said “If you're doing something that you love, you never work a day in your life”. I wasn’t going out of my way, I promise. I wish I could have done more.
I know no one really feels like laughing right now but I HAVE to share a story. Today, after visiting with my dad I saw fit to continue the best I could with life as usual. When my mom died I found it therapeutic to go to work and keep on keeping on, as I know she would have wanted me to do…as would David. Of course, I fielded a lot of calls which made it hard to keep my mind on my work but at the same time I was more than happy to talk about David. You may remember that in the middle of last week I mentioned that on top of all else that I had going on, my van “broke down”. I got in the thing one night after hanging out at the studio, listening to Rick Richards (did I mention that he was and is a BADASS!?) cut some tracks and when I turned the key nothing happened. There was nary a click or anything! My immediate thoughts were…battery. Nope. The lights shine bright. I call my buddy Bob Passarelli, “what could it be?” Starter, he says. OK. So this is just before Thanksgiving and so it’s just gonna have to sit here for a few days before I can get a starter and get Bob to help me put it in. On Friday afternoon I get one, two excruciating hours and $140 later we finally get it in. I turn the key, DAMNIT! Still, nothing! We go through all of the fuses, relays…everything, can’t figger it out! At this point I throw up my hands and ask “what else can go wrong?” This is about when I hit rock bottom. You gotta just stand back and hope that shit fixes itself sometimes. So today I stop by the van to pick up some stuff I needed for work and just happened to have the key with me. What the hell, I’ll give it another whirl. I stick the key and turn it..still nothing. But this time I notice something. There’s a bright “R” shining just over the steering wheel. “No!” I say to myself. Could I be THAT damn stupid? Oh yeah, no doubt I CAN be that stupid…but am I? I reach up and push the shifter one more notch to the left. Turn the key..VAROOOM! The bitch cranks right up. THE DAMN THING WAS IN REVERSE!! NOT PARK!
I could hear David laughing at me “HA! DUMBASS!”
Monday, November 26, 2007
Hercules! Hercules!
Y’all remember that guy on one of the early American Idol seasons? Every time he’d make it through to the next round he’d be jumping up and down, clapping his hand shouting “Hercules! Hercules!” Well, that’s the way I felt tonight when I went to see my dad and he was sitting in a chair, no breathing tube shoved down his throat, eyes open and smiling and talking to me the best he could (without his teeth in). He was understanding me fine (more than I was him!) but occasionally he would say something that made me think that he was still a little bit under the influence of the drugs, like “it’s snowing!”...no dad, it’s NOT snowing, not right now. All in all, we had a pretty good (albeit short) conversation and I assured him that he was gonna be fine. I walked out of ICU and immediatly called my sister and told her about the breakthrough (mind you, he’s been sedated for 2 weeks!). I could hear her crying and inside I knew she was feeling the same way I was… “Hercules! Hercules!”
more silly pics
People keep asking for more Knobs pictures so here ya go. I got boxes of'm. Y'all can thank my wife for scanning them. This one was taken by Doug Pitts.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
RCA
Here's a shot of us shooting the RCA building in Nashville the bird after they declined our demo. Whatever. Dan B. and Bill Lloyd really wanted to get us a deal so they worked together on it, getting funding from them and everything. Seeking focus, they had Jack sing all of the songs. Afterall, he DID (and still does) have the best singing voice. Question was, was it the best voice for songs like "Gettin' Drunk"? (yes, it's been around that long!..This was late 80's or early 90's, hell..I don't know..a long time ago!)Evidently not, RCA turned us down, but we had a great time doing those 5 songs. David's "Worse for the Wear" was the highlight.
The Woods actually did their best record after the first record had run it's course, down in Clover, SC (grrrrrr!) over the span of about 3 days at Jamie Hoover's place, The Washateria. We went through two half gallons of Jack Daniel's during it's recording and it was the best damn thing we'd ever done. 12 great songs that never saw the light of day. Well, "I Love You Period" ended up on a record somewhere! Thanks Dan!
The deal was, going in, take a shot before each take..and if you fucked up..you had to take ANOTHER shot! Jeez! we was wasted! But you damn sure can't tell it from the recordings!
Saturday, November 24, 2007
purtycolors
My Japanese maples were kinds purty this year. These are just 3 of my 25, color untouched.
prayerlist update
After fighting with the nurses all morning again yesterday they put my dad down for a few days. All of his vitals are good and his lungs in the words of the nurse yesterday were a “LOT” better. My sister and I are grasping to any good signs they give us to hang onto, however tiny they may be. As far as David is concerned the news is a little, and maybe a lot worse. When I went to visit this morning he wasn’t there. He had been moved to the same hospital that my dad is in. I haven’t seen him yet but I know he spent some time in the emergency room. Thanks for your thoughts and prayers. Many are needed.
I DID take some time out yesterday and Thursday to celebrate the holidays a bit. Jack had us all over last night for an incredible Indian feast! OMG! I pigged out! Since our Thanksgiving dinner with my friend Bob Passarelli and his family was meat heavy I was ready for a plate (and a half) of deliciously and spicily enhanced vegetables. It was nothing short of ass kicking, as was Bob’s (chef for the Governor for 12 years) but there was just more for me to eat there.
Hope everyone else had a great Thanksgiving!
I DID take some time out yesterday and Thursday to celebrate the holidays a bit. Jack had us all over last night for an incredible Indian feast! OMG! I pigged out! Since our Thanksgiving dinner with my friend Bob Passarelli and his family was meat heavy I was ready for a plate (and a half) of deliciously and spicily enhanced vegetables. It was nothing short of ass kicking, as was Bob’s (chef for the Governor for 12 years) but there was just more for me to eat there.
Hope everyone else had a great Thanksgiving!
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
demons
My day started with some idiot passing me on the ON-ramp of the “Auto-Bunn” and also running into 2 other cars and then shooting ME the bird. I didn’t respond, his is coming if he’s gonna drive like that. I got to the hospital and talked to my still-sedated dad and told him what a beautiful day it was outside and that he needed to get outta there so we could go play some golf. He twitched a bit, I think he heard me. I’m startin’ the to miss the old guy. It’s like, come on dude...enuff’s enuff! I wanna hang out wid ya! Wake up and eat some turkey!
I'm hoping people aren’t NOT going to see David because he did this to himself. Yes, he did. David’s always been self-destructive. Some of that comes with being an artist and some of it may come with what he called “the gene”. He’s always said that he had the gene that made him an alcoholic. Mmmm…maybe some of that is true, there HAVE been studies that prove that there IS such a thing. I just think some people’s demons are stronger than others. Some folks don’t have demons, God bless’m. Consider yourself lucky! But everybody that I’ve ever known that had an ounce of artistic talent had a demon of SOME kind. I feel like I have a pretty good handle on mine although they DO get the best of me occasionally. When my Mom died I felt more vulnerable than ever to my demons and I think that’s what happened to David. His mom died earlier this year and it sent him over the edge. There were other things too, but he just had it in his mind that it was impossible for him to EVER completely quit drinking. And that’s why he is where he is today. And if I wasn’t raised by such great parents I would really be inclined to take it upon myself to re-enact the final scene of “One Flew Over the Coo-Coo’s Nest” right now. I really hate seeing him like this.
I'm hoping people aren’t NOT going to see David because he did this to himself. Yes, he did. David’s always been self-destructive. Some of that comes with being an artist and some of it may come with what he called “the gene”. He’s always said that he had the gene that made him an alcoholic. Mmmm…maybe some of that is true, there HAVE been studies that prove that there IS such a thing. I just think some people’s demons are stronger than others. Some folks don’t have demons, God bless’m. Consider yourself lucky! But everybody that I’ve ever known that had an ounce of artistic talent had a demon of SOME kind. I feel like I have a pretty good handle on mine although they DO get the best of me occasionally. When my Mom died I felt more vulnerable than ever to my demons and I think that’s what happened to David. His mom died earlier this year and it sent him over the edge. There were other things too, but he just had it in his mind that it was impossible for him to EVER completely quit drinking. And that’s why he is where he is today. And if I wasn’t raised by such great parents I would really be inclined to take it upon myself to re-enact the final scene of “One Flew Over the Coo-Coo’s Nest” right now. I really hate seeing him like this.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
RR is a BA!
Hanging out here with some REALLY ugly people, afterall the hospital is not the place for the beautiful folks is it? This shit is starting to wear on me and my sister. She’s having a hard time sleeping. My dad IS better but it’s just very slight. At his age, he can’t heal as fast as we’d like him to. I can’t worry. His nurse, Katie is an angel. David was asleep when I saw him but I got some really good feedback as to his goings ons yesterday. But I was just thinking about last night, not about when my starter on my van failed me and I had to have my son drive to Raleigh to get me and not about drinking too much Gamba which is like blood to a vampire, but about just what damn BADASS guitar player Rick Richards is. I mean this cat is worth any and every penny anyone pays him to play. Even between takes, he’s over there just jamming with himself, just singing and playing the coolest shit you ever heard. Monty called him up here to play on his record (which should be available in the Spring. It takes longer than you think to master, manufacture, blah blah blah) and Rick played some badass shit on about 5 songs. We (Jonathan) got this tone from the Gods for him, a Hiwatt amp compressed to shit, that was just unbelievable. And while we were just standing there waiting for Monty to get back from the liquor store, since we couldn’t stand NOT hearing him play, we got him to rock up Keith Christopher’s record (2 songs, “Little Stories” and the as yet untitled badass Humble Pie rip) AND the OakTeam’s new record (one song “Willie Mays”). Many many thanks to Monty for paying his way up and for the experience of getting to work with such a phenomenal player! Who knows, maybe we’ll work on a Rick Richards record next year! BTW…did I mention that Rick Richards is a badass? OMG!
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Hops-pital
A dude grabs my shirt last night as we were being seated and whispers “Who’s that guy y’all are with?” “Rick Richards” I say. “What band was he in?” The guy asks “Georgia Satellites” I tell him. Monty Warren and Michelle came up from West Palm Beach, FLA. and took us all out to dinner at 518 in Raleigh. I really needed a good sit down meal after a week of “hops-pital”. Along with M & M, it was Rick and his wife Lori Lee, Clutch$ (our graphic genius) and Jack and I. The food there is great, the conversation was great and Monty brought in our favorite wines, Amarone and Gamba. What else do you want?
That was a blast and I wanted to thank Monty publicly for such a good time.
Rick will be over at the studio today playing on a few of Monty’s tracks.
I’ll, of course, be hopping. David had a good day yesterday with a LOT of visitors, almost TOO many. It kinda got him worried. The good sign was him reciting from Mark Twain’s “Rumors of My Demise”. They had my Dad re-sedated for the second day and all of his vitals were still stable. I’m headed up there now.
Friday, November 16, 2007
DEstories
Yo! If y'all have any favorite stories about David Enloe, I'd loved to read them and maybe use them for a scrapbook. I ain't sayin'....I'm just sayin'.....
If you feel like sharing just Email me...www.terryandersonrocks.com
...or just leave it here, on the comments.
Thanks.
If you feel like sharing just Email me...www.terryandersonrocks.com
...or just leave it here, on the comments.
Thanks.
“My Patients”
My friend Carina asked me how “my patients” were doing yesterday. I hadn’t thought of it like that but it sure has felt that way this week. I’ve managed to “squander” (not that I mind, even though we are hand to mouth over here!) a whole a whole week of work by tending to the shut-ins. I ain’t complaining because these are two of the most important people in my life laying there helpless. David taught me what Rock and Roll is by MAKING me buy “Exile on Main Street” and LISTEN to it until I GOT it.
Before that, I was all about some Black Sabbath and Grand Funk. Ewwwwwww! Really? Yep! Who knows what kinda music I would have been listening to now if it wasn’t for him. His condition is in steady decline. He seems weaker every day and every time I’ve been over there in the last two days he’s been asleep. I really love him. He’s the only brother I’ve ever had.
My dad is, well…my dad. How much did I learn from him? uhhh…everything else. But I gotta say that I couldn’t ask for better care for him. The nurse Kate, who he’s had the most is nothing short of an angel. When I DO get to go in and see my dad she’s in there and she’s in tears too, feeling like she hasn’t done her job making him comfortable. But she’s done everything possible. There’s just no way to make someone with tubes and wires and cords coming out of their body feel good, ya know? And especially after having their ribs opened up and heart cut on…at 80 years old! Jeez! It’s just remarkable what they can do these days, but I know that if my dad had to do it again we wouldn’t. Not the way he feels right now. I’m really hoping that he’ll be happier for it later.
This morning was the morning that my sister chose to work first and to come over and check on our dad later. Well, when I get there he’s asleep and all of a sudden his blood pressure goes WAY down. The nurse on duty, Michelle asks me to leave. That’s the first time they’ve run either of us out. That was a bit scary after what happened to our mom. Her blood pressure went way down and her kidneys failed and that was it. So I sat around the hospital and drank coffee and waited. I called my sister and she came flying to town. My dad still had a lot of fluid on his lungs and as it turns out he has pneumonia. There was a 10% chance of that but still the surgeon wasn’t worried. When left ICU with my cousin Roger, we both looked like we had seen a ghost. I walked past a dude in the hallway in scrubs crying his eyes out. He musta lost one. See, compassion all over this place! It’s really a top notch heart joint. Dick Cheney had his recent pacemaker battery replacement done there. (but we’ll forgive them for that!)
The cafeteria got high ratings also so I checked it out with Roger. I got a veggie slice of pizza on a whole wheat crust, Caesar salad and unsweet tea…$4.25. Shooz!
Hey kids! We’re going out to dinner tonight! “YEAH!!!! Where are we going?” Uh…Wake Medical Center. “Awwww!” It’s good as hell! Trust me, guys!
Might be my new hang!
Before that, I was all about some Black Sabbath and Grand Funk. Ewwwwwww! Really? Yep! Who knows what kinda music I would have been listening to now if it wasn’t for him. His condition is in steady decline. He seems weaker every day and every time I’ve been over there in the last two days he’s been asleep. I really love him. He’s the only brother I’ve ever had.
My dad is, well…my dad. How much did I learn from him? uhhh…everything else. But I gotta say that I couldn’t ask for better care for him. The nurse Kate, who he’s had the most is nothing short of an angel. When I DO get to go in and see my dad she’s in there and she’s in tears too, feeling like she hasn’t done her job making him comfortable. But she’s done everything possible. There’s just no way to make someone with tubes and wires and cords coming out of their body feel good, ya know? And especially after having their ribs opened up and heart cut on…at 80 years old! Jeez! It’s just remarkable what they can do these days, but I know that if my dad had to do it again we wouldn’t. Not the way he feels right now. I’m really hoping that he’ll be happier for it later.
This morning was the morning that my sister chose to work first and to come over and check on our dad later. Well, when I get there he’s asleep and all of a sudden his blood pressure goes WAY down. The nurse on duty, Michelle asks me to leave. That’s the first time they’ve run either of us out. That was a bit scary after what happened to our mom. Her blood pressure went way down and her kidneys failed and that was it. So I sat around the hospital and drank coffee and waited. I called my sister and she came flying to town. My dad still had a lot of fluid on his lungs and as it turns out he has pneumonia. There was a 10% chance of that but still the surgeon wasn’t worried. When left ICU with my cousin Roger, we both looked like we had seen a ghost. I walked past a dude in the hallway in scrubs crying his eyes out. He musta lost one. See, compassion all over this place! It’s really a top notch heart joint. Dick Cheney had his recent pacemaker battery replacement done there. (but we’ll forgive them for that!)
The cafeteria got high ratings also so I checked it out with Roger. I got a veggie slice of pizza on a whole wheat crust, Caesar salad and unsweet tea…$4.25. Shooz!
Hey kids! We’re going out to dinner tonight! “YEAH!!!! Where are we going?” Uh…Wake Medical Center. “Awwww!” It’s good as hell! Trust me, guys!
Might be my new hang!
Thanks, Randy!
T- I can't thank you enough for putting Laurie and I on the list last Thursday, and then going out and rocking like ASS! Man, you guys were smoking, it was a night we will never forget, what a blast! I'm glad that it was one of your favorite shows, even though the crowd was small, everyone was groovin' and shakin' all night. And also a big THANK YOU for spending so much time with us, pictures, autographs, etc. All of you guys were so cool to talk to, and very down to earth, we were really impressed, true professionals. "Stay Away From Your Heroes" does not apply to you, we KNEW you would be one helluva cool guy, and you did not let us down. Sarah was great too, I told her that you really bragged about her and she said she would give you a kiss for being so sweet, hope she came through in the clutch for you! Our kids love the autographed shirts too! Even more THANKS for mentioning us on your blog, me and my HOTTIE WIFE! We loved it, what a hoot to read that! I will keep in touch from time to time, and we wish you and the ASS KICKIN TEAM all the best, we had so damn much fun it was ridiculous. Your fan for life, Randy
Thursday, November 15, 2007
club death response
There were a lot of great theories on the death of live music, I particularly agree with the late start time effect. I got this great stuff from my friend Tom Compton in Chicago (he also burned...I mean gave me some cool CD's!) First, this from Craig's List...not sure why this was on it...his list..I mean....
Well, the fact is that nobody cares about original music anymore. It doesn't matter where you play. It's a dead art form that only other original musicians support anymore, or friends who come to few shows and then lose interest. Good or bad, doesn't matter. If any of you think it does, you are fooling yourselves.
Technology and the culture have changed forever...deal with it. It's never going to turn back to what it used to be. Rock music is more and more going the way of jazz. Small dingy clubs for a very small contingent that still cares (again, probably about 75% other musicians). Moving to some "other city" isn't going to do anything...in fact it may be worse. I've lived in LA and NY and Austin, and it's the same shit. ORIGINAL MUSIC IS DEAD...the last flopping of a dying fish. So go play, have fun, and that's it...there is no more money, followings, "labels" looking for us, A&R people scouting....stop lying to yourselves. It all died, and it aint "coming back around" If you want to make money, you HAVE to play covers. There is no exceptions...club owners don't want original music unless it is a famous band. PERIOD. I play my stuff cuz i love it, it's fun, and gives me release from this crappy society. Money?? PLease, that's why it's called getting a job! Grow up and stop trying to espouse your "plans" and "methods" to other people...no one cares, and none of it works.
...then this from Gene Simmons...
It has been nine years since we've seen a new KISS album. Any plans to get back into the studio?
The record industry is in such a mess. I called for what it was when college kids first started download music for free -- that they were crooks. I told every record label I spoke with that they just lit the fuse to their own bomb that was going to explode from under them and put them on the street. There is nothing in me that wants to go in there and do new music. How are you going to deliver it? How are you going to get paid for it if people can just get it for free? I will be putting out a Gene Simmons box set called "Monster" -- a collection of 150 unreleased songs. KISS will have another box set of unreleased music in the next year.
The record industry doesn't have a f*cking clue how to make money. It's only their fault for letting foxes get into the henhouse and then wondering why there's no eggs or chickens. Every little college kid, every freshly-scrubbed little kid's face should have been sued off the face of the earth. They should have taken their houses and cars and nipped it right there in the beginning. Those kids are putting 100,000 to a million people out of work. How can you pick on them? They've got freckles. That's a crook. He may as well be wearing a bandit's mask.
Doesn't affect me. But imagine being a new band with dreams of getting on stage and putting out your own record. Forget it.
But some artist like Radiohead and Trent Reznor are trying to find a new business model.
That doesn't count. You can't pick on one person as an exception. And that's not a business model that works. I open a store and say "Come on in and pay whatever you want." Are you on f*cking crack? Do you really believe that's a business model that works?
So what if music just becomes free and artists make their living off of touring and merchandise?
Well therein lies the most stupid mistake anybody can make. The most important part is the music. Without that, why would you care? Even the idea that you're considering giving the music away for free makes it easier to give it away for free. The only reason why gold is expensive is because we all agree that it is. There's no real use for it, except we all agree and abide by the idea that gold costs a certain amount per ounce. As soon as you give people the choice to deviate from it, you have chaos and anarchy. And that's what going on
Well, the fact is that nobody cares about original music anymore. It doesn't matter where you play. It's a dead art form that only other original musicians support anymore, or friends who come to few shows and then lose interest. Good or bad, doesn't matter. If any of you think it does, you are fooling yourselves.
Technology and the culture have changed forever...deal with it. It's never going to turn back to what it used to be. Rock music is more and more going the way of jazz. Small dingy clubs for a very small contingent that still cares (again, probably about 75% other musicians). Moving to some "other city" isn't going to do anything...in fact it may be worse. I've lived in LA and NY and Austin, and it's the same shit. ORIGINAL MUSIC IS DEAD...the last flopping of a dying fish. So go play, have fun, and that's it...there is no more money, followings, "labels" looking for us, A&R people scouting....stop lying to yourselves. It all died, and it aint "coming back around" If you want to make money, you HAVE to play covers. There is no exceptions...club owners don't want original music unless it is a famous band. PERIOD. I play my stuff cuz i love it, it's fun, and gives me release from this crappy society. Money?? PLease, that's why it's called getting a job! Grow up and stop trying to espouse your "plans" and "methods" to other people...no one cares, and none of it works.
...then this from Gene Simmons...
It has been nine years since we've seen a new KISS album. Any plans to get back into the studio?
The record industry is in such a mess. I called for what it was when college kids first started download music for free -- that they were crooks. I told every record label I spoke with that they just lit the fuse to their own bomb that was going to explode from under them and put them on the street. There is nothing in me that wants to go in there and do new music. How are you going to deliver it? How are you going to get paid for it if people can just get it for free? I will be putting out a Gene Simmons box set called "Monster" -- a collection of 150 unreleased songs. KISS will have another box set of unreleased music in the next year.
The record industry doesn't have a f*cking clue how to make money. It's only their fault for letting foxes get into the henhouse and then wondering why there's no eggs or chickens. Every little college kid, every freshly-scrubbed little kid's face should have been sued off the face of the earth. They should have taken their houses and cars and nipped it right there in the beginning. Those kids are putting 100,000 to a million people out of work. How can you pick on them? They've got freckles. That's a crook. He may as well be wearing a bandit's mask.
Doesn't affect me. But imagine being a new band with dreams of getting on stage and putting out your own record. Forget it.
But some artist like Radiohead and Trent Reznor are trying to find a new business model.
That doesn't count. You can't pick on one person as an exception. And that's not a business model that works. I open a store and say "Come on in and pay whatever you want." Are you on f*cking crack? Do you really believe that's a business model that works?
So what if music just becomes free and artists make their living off of touring and merchandise?
Well therein lies the most stupid mistake anybody can make. The most important part is the music. Without that, why would you care? Even the idea that you're considering giving the music away for free makes it easier to give it away for free. The only reason why gold is expensive is because we all agree that it is. There's no real use for it, except we all agree and abide by the idea that gold costs a certain amount per ounce. As soon as you give people the choice to deviate from it, you have chaos and anarchy. And that's what going on
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
death of the club scene
So I’m always wondering what’s going with the wide wide world of music and why it’s in such a sorry state. Mostly, how did it get to a place where no one goes out to see bands, even really good bands anymore? I’m sure it varies from city to city. But it’s starting to get pretty bad everywhere according to every club owner I’ve talked to. I think the situation in Europe is a little better, that’s why I love playing there. Our friends from England agreed. “I think we really DO go out more” Lindy says. So what is it keeping folks at home these days? Number one, in America, nobody has any money. Gas has been a real killer lately for bands, not only because it costs the band to travel, but it costs the patrons too. And what about stiffer DUI laws? Both of these factors concern the music fans who have to drive and that’s why the metro areas have it a little better, cabs, subways and shit. So everybody just stays home and drinks, watchin’ sports on HDTV or they are on the computer watching videos on YouTube. Times sure have changed since we would pack’m out on a Tuesday night down at the Free Advice in Raleigh. And it was so “Spinal Tap” in Knoxville on Saturday night. After doing an interview on camera about how great the music scene was in the Triangle (Raleigh/Durham/Chapel Hill) in the 70’s, 80’s and 90’s, we stepped up on stage and basically played to 4 people. And I know one thing, it AIN’T because we suck! The show we just did in Cleveland was one of my favorite shows that I’ve ever been a part of, right up there with some of my other favorite rock history moments, The Yayhoos Roskilde show in the summer of ’96, The OakTeam’s Chattanooga show last summer and numerous sold Fabulous Knobs shows at The Pier and Café déjà vu in Raleigh (among hundreds of other priceless moments in my infamous “career”). I guess as the generations change over, the club scene has become more and more forgotten. It’s particularly heartbreaking to me, having seen and been a part of so many great gigs. They don’t know what they’re missing.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Please You No More
My song...Please You No More...by The Fabulous Knobs
Fools in question, check out this video. David in the hot blue low-cut pirate shirt and Keith in the engineer's jumpsuit eating Ragu. Thank Steve Boyle for this beautiful embarassment. I almost wanna let a little air out of his tires for the ending, Jack and I singing face to face. Top 40 artist, Dave Adams on keyboards.
Fools in question, check out this video. David in the hot blue low-cut pirate shirt and Keith in the engineer's jumpsuit eating Ragu. Thank Steve Boyle for this beautiful embarassment. I almost wanna let a little air out of his tires for the ending, Jack and I singing face to face. Top 40 artist, Dave Adams on keyboards.
it's all good...today
Sorry for having such morose blogs lately, but as my mom used to say “this too shall pass”. Luckily, this blog is all good. My dad, thus far is showing all signs of making a remarkable recovery from his heart valve surgery. There was a real possibility of a double valve getdown but the doctor (I’ll get to him later) repaired one of the valves and replaced another. All of his vitals are stable and he’s gonna be fine…no doubt. My dad is a BAAAA…DD Shut your mouth!..but I’m talkin’ ‘bout JC…well he can dig it!...uh, right on!
Those doctors that get in there and do that kinda work have the most respect from me that I can give. Dr. “Robo” (it’s short for an 8 hundred and 42 letter Polish name) is in his 40’s and has done about 200 of these operations a year for the past 9 years. He’ll definitely be able to afford today’s gas prices...whatever they are! He was an amazingly brilliant guy and obviously skilled with the hands of God.
David was being visited this morning by fellow Knob, Keith Taylor. He (Keith) was also doing God’s work. He’s quit playing with Billy Jo Royal (“Down in the Boondocks”, and one of the sweetest voices, even at his age, since Roy Orbison) and gone to nursing school. He helped to check David for bedsores, and to do all that stuff for him that would have made us wonder about their relationship years ago. He was really a big help. My Email APB to all of David’s friends seems to have struck a nerve and there were lots of visitors over there today. I hope it stays that way. David looked the best I’d seen him this morning, really lucid and speaking somewhat clearly about the good old days, even reminding us of a few things. I took Will’s pastor over with me and David was cussing like a sailor but receptive to the pastor’s prayers. “I’m gonna come back and see you”, Pastor Joe said. “I wish you would” replied David. His wife is coming down from Minneapolis on Thursday and he’s really looking forward to seeing her.
Those doctors that get in there and do that kinda work have the most respect from me that I can give. Dr. “Robo” (it’s short for an 8 hundred and 42 letter Polish name) is in his 40’s and has done about 200 of these operations a year for the past 9 years. He’ll definitely be able to afford today’s gas prices...whatever they are! He was an amazingly brilliant guy and obviously skilled with the hands of God.
David was being visited this morning by fellow Knob, Keith Taylor. He (Keith) was also doing God’s work. He’s quit playing with Billy Jo Royal (“Down in the Boondocks”, and one of the sweetest voices, even at his age, since Roy Orbison) and gone to nursing school. He helped to check David for bedsores, and to do all that stuff for him that would have made us wonder about their relationship years ago. He was really a big help. My Email APB to all of David’s friends seems to have struck a nerve and there were lots of visitors over there today. I hope it stays that way. David looked the best I’d seen him this morning, really lucid and speaking somewhat clearly about the good old days, even reminding us of a few things. I took Will’s pastor over with me and David was cussing like a sailor but receptive to the pastor’s prayers. “I’m gonna come back and see you”, Pastor Joe said. “I wish you would” replied David. His wife is coming down from Minneapolis on Thursday and he’s really looking forward to seeing her.
hospital day
Well last week I was going to bed at 4am and now this week I’m getting up at that time. Trumpets blared from my cell phone alarm clock sending my wife and I several feet in the air this morning so that I could get my Dad to the hospital for double valve surgery. The staff here have been very nice and reassuring. My dad was in good spirits going in, joking with the nurses and telling me not to “be eating with my teeth” when he took’m out. No problem Dad. So here I sit in the waiting room with tons of hope and faith that he’ll come through this thing with flying colors…but with not a lot of hope for my brother, David. I hung out with him some yesterday. I was there for an hour before a nurse showed up. He was really thirsty so I kept having to give him more orange soda and it made me wonder how parched he would have been had I not been there. His nurse was saying that people in his condition usually last about two weeks. I finally let it get to me last night. You can only keep the pain in for so long. He’s the one person you can blame for me pushing myself to be a better songwriter and musician, just trying to keep up with and impress him. We were a really good team. We had years of fun together, whether it was a spontaneous trip to NYC (on the phone, “hold that plane!”) or just standing on the same corner of the high school hallway together for an entire year. His insight was priceless and awe inspiring. I hate that the world outside of Raleigh wasn’t privy to his wit. There I go talking in the past tense, I gotta quit doing that…for now.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Maker's Mark-a-Roni 'n cheez
OK, so we developed this rock and roll recipe for ya on the road..
It's called Maker's Mark-a-Roni 'n cheez
Step1: Get a cheap ass box of trailer park macaroni and cheese
Step2: Boil macaroni and drain
Step3: Mix in packet of yellow powder
Step4: ...and this is the most important part...
pour only half of the suggested amount of milk into a measuring cup
and fill the other half with Makers Mark brown liquor, pour in and mix
Step5: Stir in half a stick of REAL butter
Step6: serve up to your drunk-ass friends!
preferably with some Cheez-it crackers!
Enjoy!
(Uhhh...y'all do know that if you eat dis you will vomick, right?)
a tour that will live in IG-NUNCEY!
I think you can see from this photo that we had a great time up through Chicago and back. I feel really sorry for those who chose TV over real life. Here's more...MUCH more...click here...
Truk full o Rock
We really outdid ourselves this time!
3 strikes
Hey Knoxville, you missed out on seeing a really great band and a WHOLE lotta fun! After three tries in your unfair town we’re calling off the dogs. The first time we were at Patrick Sullivan’s there were the same 2 guys from Atlanta there that were there last night, taper guys. And that was pretty much our audience, other than Scott Miller and his drunk buddy (drunk and drunker) from The Commonwealth. Which, those guys are really talented and cool and it was fun hangin’ with’m. Trip number 2, we had a few more local musicians, Tim Lee and his wife and one or two others. This time despite the best efforts of writer, Steve Wildsmith at The Daily Times, who wrote a really nice piece on us this weekend, we took a step back to zero. That’s ZERO people from Knoxville in attendance, just the two guys from Atlanta and our friend and videographer from Nashville (once a Raleighite), Steve Boyle and his cute daughter. There’s more to life than football folks, so get a grip and get up off the couch and go out and have a good time every once in a while. Give the next rock and roll band that comes through a chance, it won’t be us. Not without a WHOLE lotta cha-ching! That’s town #2 with an X by it’s name. #1...Durham.
OK, all that outta the way, now let me get my ass up the road and go back home so I can upload y’all some really dumbass pictures!
Let it rock!
OK, all that outta the way, now let me get my ass up the road and go back home so I can upload y’all some really dumbass pictures!
Let it rock!
Saturday, November 10, 2007
All the way from Bristol
I don’t know what it is about Lexington, but we sure do get a lot of people “off the street” when we play there. And by that I mean street people, them folks that talk to themselves, get possessed by the demons in the music and start flailing and break dancing and all that. It never fails. But regular folks at Lynagh’s Pub were having a good time last night too. The locals that have become our friends were all out drinking and dancing and getting on stage and making complete fools of themselves. One Scott Luallen (Nine Pound Hammer “singer”..I LOVE picking on him!) in particular was having an extra fine time. He made his grut noises as we performed “Battleship Chains”. I guess you could call it singing. “Fifty foot long and a nine pound hammer!” I was almost kinda sad that Earl (ex-9lb. bass player who was always historically wasted at our...and anybody else’s…gig) was the one taking care of him. Scott’s great though, he’s helped us a bunch. He set up a fine newspaper piece on us written by Walter Tunis that was in yesterday’s Lexington paper. Can’t play golf fer shit though. I came up here and wore his ass out one time. Beat him 6 strokes, and that was for nine holes…on his home course! He’s needs to get off my boy Tyler Hansbrough too!
All in all, we of course rocked like ass. The highlight of the night was our first time performance ever of The Commodores “Easy”. Oh Lawd!! The panties was dropping y’all! Er’body was sangin’ along, dancin’ and shit. Big Daddy took the lead vocal and the rest of us laid the “ahhhs” behind him. It was UN-FREAKIN-BELIEVABLE! Priceless, as they say.
The long distance award goes to my friends from Bristol. No, not Tennessee, England! Phil and Lindy are always at Yayhoos shows when we play anywhere close to them in Great Britain. They are really charming and a lot of fun. They have a friend here in Kentucky that they just happened to be visiting and as it turned out, their friend had a gig also last night and they ditched him to come see us. And by the amount of dancing that Lindy did, I got the impression that they were glad they came. Good times, good times.
The news is that David Enloe has been moved from the hospital to a nursing/rehab facility to fight it out. Here’s one guy who’s hoping he wins.
All in all, we of course rocked like ass. The highlight of the night was our first time performance ever of The Commodores “Easy”. Oh Lawd!! The panties was dropping y’all! Er’body was sangin’ along, dancin’ and shit. Big Daddy took the lead vocal and the rest of us laid the “ahhhs” behind him. It was UN-FREAKIN-BELIEVABLE! Priceless, as they say.
The long distance award goes to my friends from Bristol. No, not Tennessee, England! Phil and Lindy are always at Yayhoos shows when we play anywhere close to them in Great Britain. They are really charming and a lot of fun. They have a friend here in Kentucky that they just happened to be visiting and as it turned out, their friend had a gig also last night and they ditched him to come see us. And by the amount of dancing that Lindy did, I got the impression that they were glad they came. Good times, good times.
The news is that David Enloe has been moved from the hospital to a nursing/rehab facility to fight it out. Here’s one guy who’s hoping he wins.
Friday, November 09, 2007
Truck full o’ Rock 2
Gig two of the “Truck full ‘o Rock” Tour was about as much fun as a “grown up” can have without getting’ arrested. When you got the owner out there dancing her ass off, you know you’re doing something right. And we were too, “hitting on all cylinders” as they say. Every head in the house was bobbin'!The big ballroom stage at The Beachland in Cleveland is awesome. It’s tall enough for Dave to do his really high Pete Townsend jump and wide enough to chase each other around on. We had the tops to our road cases scattered across the stage so that we could climb on them and get the small but enthusiastic crowd involved. Like our crowd in Chicago, they traveled near and far to see us which really made us feel good. The winners for tonight’s event was Randy Lininger and his hottie wife, who came from St. Mary’s, OH (or something like that) which was about 3 hours away. Florence Dore and her friend danced all night. She actually got the whole thing started from about song 3 on. They came up front and flailed much of the night. Who knows how many songs we played (at least 25) but we did slip one in that we’d never played before, The Beatles “All Too Much”. It was the same arrangement that The Woods used to play. We were listening to old stuff and marveling at how great David was when we came across it in the van.
We also did a really good version of “Easy (like Sunday morning)” in soundcheck, so watch out Lexington. If we gotta play a long time tonight (which I think we do) you might get a whiff of it. OK, I’m reaching for the Advil now.
We also did a really good version of “Easy (like Sunday morning)” in soundcheck, so watch out Lexington. If we gotta play a long time tonight (which I think we do) you might get a whiff of it. OK, I’m reaching for the Advil now.
Thursday, November 08, 2007
grit whistle
The fun has begun out here on the road y’all. We were like a van fun of monkeys yesterday on the way to Chicago, all excited about rockin’ again. Greg (sometimes known as Grady) flew to the gig so he missed out on a few really stupid things.
When we woke up in Louisville Wed. morning we decided that since we gained an hour that day that we would have time to go to the Louisville Slugger baseball bat manufacturing plant and museum. It was cool seeing our favorite baseball player’s bats being made right before our eyes. What wasn’t so fun though was that when we got back in the van, “Evangeline”, with our mini replica complimentary bats Jack (or Josh to some) started beating the hell outta everything in sight, including my bag...with my computer in it! Bitch! You will be done broke something up in there! Luckily, as you can tell it survived but I was worried there for a minute.
We got up the road and needed to eat, so when I saw the sign for “Waffle House FAMILY RESURAUNT” I HAD to check it out. Sure enough, this was no Waffle House as we know it. The wrinkled up waitress swore that they were the first with the name and that Waffle House was paying THEM to use it. Uhhh, yeah lady. When our food arrived I was in the potty, so when I got back to the table I reached rudely over Josh and grabbed the pepper. Upon returning to my upright position, the string around my neck that held my key to the van and (as Sarah Borges called it) my “do-not-rape-me” whistle slapped grits all over my belly. Seems they had dipped into my bowl as I leaned over. Well that was a treat. So I went to the bathroom again to clean that mess up, therefore allowing my very flat omelet to get cold. Ahh! Life on the road!
Back in the van, after about 30 minutes I got pissed off at the stain from the ooky margarine on my shirt and just took it off, riding for a while shirtless. One trucker seemed to really like what he saw, giving me a little beep on his horn. HEY! Don’t make me blow this grit whistle!
We got to the club and everything went perfectly. Bill Fitgerald was awesome, Sarah Borges was awesome and Greg Rice (arriving from the friendly skies just 40 minutes before gigtime) and his OakTeam were awesome and ESPECIALLY awesome was the crowd, who showed up strongly, many of them from the Old Folks School of Dance Music Show we did back in July with Robbie Fulks (a no-show bitch last night!).
It was a really great time in Chicago and it was really great seeing what I consider to be our true fans. On to Cleveland for more fun!
Pics up soon!
When we woke up in Louisville Wed. morning we decided that since we gained an hour that day that we would have time to go to the Louisville Slugger baseball bat manufacturing plant and museum. It was cool seeing our favorite baseball player’s bats being made right before our eyes. What wasn’t so fun though was that when we got back in the van, “Evangeline”, with our mini replica complimentary bats Jack (or Josh to some) started beating the hell outta everything in sight, including my bag...with my computer in it! Bitch! You will be done broke something up in there! Luckily, as you can tell it survived but I was worried there for a minute.
We got up the road and needed to eat, so when I saw the sign for “Waffle House FAMILY RESURAUNT” I HAD to check it out. Sure enough, this was no Waffle House as we know it. The wrinkled up waitress swore that they were the first with the name and that Waffle House was paying THEM to use it. Uhhh, yeah lady. When our food arrived I was in the potty, so when I got back to the table I reached rudely over Josh and grabbed the pepper. Upon returning to my upright position, the string around my neck that held my key to the van and (as Sarah Borges called it) my “do-not-rape-me” whistle slapped grits all over my belly. Seems they had dipped into my bowl as I leaned over. Well that was a treat. So I went to the bathroom again to clean that mess up, therefore allowing my very flat omelet to get cold. Ahh! Life on the road!
Back in the van, after about 30 minutes I got pissed off at the stain from the ooky margarine on my shirt and just took it off, riding for a while shirtless. One trucker seemed to really like what he saw, giving me a little beep on his horn. HEY! Don’t make me blow this grit whistle!
We got to the club and everything went perfectly. Bill Fitgerald was awesome, Sarah Borges was awesome and Greg Rice (arriving from the friendly skies just 40 minutes before gigtime) and his OakTeam were awesome and ESPECIALLY awesome was the crowd, who showed up strongly, many of them from the Old Folks School of Dance Music Show we did back in July with Robbie Fulks (a no-show bitch last night!).
It was a really great time in Chicago and it was really great seeing what I consider to be our true fans. On to Cleveland for more fun!
Pics up soon!
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
cow valves?
Well I guess it’s a part of getting old but I do seem to be spending more time visiting with folks in the hospital and it’s about to get a lot more frequent. Not only do I have David to worry about but when we get back from up north my Dad’s going in for major heart surgery. On Tuesday the 13th they’ll put 2 cow valves in his heart in a 5 hour ordeal. He said his doctor, who looked like Howie Mandel but was funny, performs about 180-200 of these procedures a year with a very high success rate. I’m not so much worried about that part, it’s more the depression and pain he’ll suffer afterwards. He’s pretty damn tough though. He’ll be down for a while but I think he’ll be back out “hittin’m” (golfballs) next Spring. Well, we’re outta here heading to Chicago in a couple of hours, I better go pack and dye my hair! Tell somebody you love to come see us!
Nov. 7 Fitzgerald’s Chicago
Nov. 8 Beachland Ballroom Cleveland
(listen that night at 8pm for an acoustic appearance on WRUW)
Nov. 9 Lynagh’s Lexington
Nov. 10 Patrick Sullivan’s Knoxville
PS..why does gas always go up whenever we book faraway gigs? Never fails!
Nov. 7 Fitzgerald’s Chicago
Nov. 8 Beachland Ballroom Cleveland
(listen that night at 8pm for an acoustic appearance on WRUW)
Nov. 9 Lynagh’s Lexington
Nov. 10 Patrick Sullivan’s Knoxville
PS..why does gas always go up whenever we book faraway gigs? Never fails!
Monday, November 05, 2007
David update
I wasn’t able to get over to see David again today, but the reports I’m getting back are a LITTLE more encouraging than what I witnessed yesterday. When I walked in his lonely room, I turned around and went back out to check the room number to see if I was in the right place. Today I’m told that there was a dramatic improvement this afternoon, so much so that the doctor actually referred to a medication that he could be put on in six months. Six months!? After yesterday I was worried whether he had six hours or not!
So keep praying and sangin’! It seems to be working! Thanks a bunch!
So keep praying and sangin’! It seems to be working! Thanks a bunch!
David
It hasn’t been a matter of “if” but “when” and when is now. David Enloe has been my best friend and brother since the 4th Grade. We were born the same day, Christmas Day 1956. We had our first band together (just the 2 of us) called Rooster in high school and later in college along with Jack and Debra we started The Fabulous Knobs. That band lasted 6 years and after that we, David, Jack, Dan and me were The Woodpeckers for a year and then without Dan, TheWoods for about 8 years. Every band that I’ve ever been in and cared about, except for The OakTeam and The Yayhoos, David was in. We always lived by the credo “Take a Damn Drank!” and many were consumed in our days together. But every once in a while you gotta “Take a Damn Break!” and David couldn’t do that, even with the disease that he had that DEMANDED him to stop! Trips to rehab didn’t help. It only gave his liver brief relief. Now he is in very grave condition and all we can do is pray...or at least sing a little song for him.
Jesus is on that mainline
Tell him what you want
Jesus is on the mainline
Tell him what you want
Jesus is on the mainline
Tell him what you want
You just call him up and tell him what you want
No the line ain’t never busy
Tell him what you want
No the line ain’t never busy
Tell him what you want
No the line ain’t never busy
Tell him what you want
You just call him up and tell him what you want
Well if you’re sick and you want to get well
Tell him what you want
Well if you’re sick and you want to get well
Tell him what you want
Yeah if you’re sick and you want to get well
Tell him what you want
You just call him up and tell him what you want
Saturday, November 03, 2007
these shoes..
Hey, see these shoes right here? No! Not there! Under the floor tom! Well, I left'm in GiJon, Spain back in Feburary. And if anyone from there happens to see'm please send'm back. They'll make damn good work shoes!
And if you see my beautiful olive green zip up jacket type cozy type thing that I left in Aarshot, Belgium. Send that sumbitch back too!
...and my camera in Puerto Rico!
live sex!
We (Jack and I) have always had cool stuff to sell. The Fabulous Knobs shirts were pretty awesome. Small print: "Live Sex!"
Friday, November 02, 2007
Bunn Homecoming
The Bunn High School Homecoming parade was today. I hope you enjoy these pictures as much as I enjoyed freezing my ass off taking them..
click here dummy..
http://picasaweb.google.com/terryandersonrocks/Homecoming07
click here dummy..
http://picasaweb.google.com/terryandersonrocks/Homecoming07
gimme back Muzak!
Don’t y’all love the music that stores play these days to make your shopping experience more enjoyable? I was in the grocery store this morning and had to listen to this maddening Allman Brothers shit that was nothing but backwoods jazz. It was meandering guitar solos just weaving their way up and down the chromatic scale. And these old ladies working the cash registers were oblivious to what a steaming pile of crap they were being inundated with. THEN, I went to Wal-Mart, which is always sketchy, and evidently they have their own radio station now. What a happy fuck that DJ was! I’m looking for a pair of gloves and guess what magical number he lays on me, “Puppy Love”. Yep, Donny Osmond’s freaking ice-pic-in-the-earhole classic. I grab the first pair I see and run.
I liked it better when they had Muzak. At least that was kinda fun. You could hear a Tom Petty song or something every once in while.
In a separate instance of bewilderment, why was there a used condom in the parking lot of the Bunn Post Office this morning?
I liked it better when they had Muzak. At least that was kinda fun. You could hear a Tom Petty song or something every once in while.
In a separate instance of bewilderment, why was there a used condom in the parking lot of the Bunn Post Office this morning?
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