CDReview: Social Distortion, Hard Times and Nursery Rhymes

Social Distortion

Hard Times and Nursery Rhymes

(Epitaph)

I decided to stay in Aspen for a couple of extra days. Not just to enjoy the view, but also because all those crazy athletes had the planes booked and boarded, and I didn’t wanna be trapped in a tube in the air with them getting all crazy like. Now, those couple of days have come and gone in no time, and it’s time for me to quit playing around and head back to work in Texas, only this time in HD! Looks like I’ll have some new toys to play with when I get there!

So here I sit in the airport, waiting on my flight and watching the bunnies walk by, looking where to board their flight back to reality. Of course, I don’t mind the occasional glance from them as they scurry by; I think they admire my attire. Leave it to me to totally not fit in; that’s never in my plan. Where everyone here is all dressed in tight pants and bulky ski jackets, here sits this Texas boy, enjoying my well worn jeans and one of the high priced fashion shirts Elle gave me. Too bad she kept my cowboy hat; I sure could use it to keep my head warm! No need to waste time on the hat since it was in London. Instead, I decided to go to the airport bar and purchase a glass of champagne so I could make my newly invented drink. No, sorry, I can’t give the name of said drink or how it’s made just yet.

I took my drink and walked back to my seat amongst the other waiters to leave. As I sat there, I wondered how much had changed in my city since I had been gone. I should just be happy if I still had an apartment! While I had been living “abroad”, I let a friend move into my “box” to look after the place. And then there was the question of work. I wondered who was still there and who had picked up and left like I did, or who just moved on to bigger and better careers. How many new faces would I encounter at work, and would they be pretty? That’s one thing about me that hasn’t changed—I still ramble on…

Why all this reminiscing and talk about what may have changed and what may have remained the same? Simple. It has to do with the music rockin’ my headphones at the moment. It comes from a band that has spanned the music world for over 30 years. Through highs and lows (no pun intended), line up changes, and lifestyle changes, none can argue that Social Distortion’s sound has ever changed. Led by front man Mike Ness, this incarnation of the group still provide great lyrics and consistent great songs.

‘Hard Times and Nursery Rhymes’ is Social Distortion’s first release since 2004’s ‘Sex, Love and Rock ‘N’ Roll’ but takes a different twist musically than the previous recordings. For this effort, SD’s music still has the grasp of a punk monster, but is flavored heavily in cleaner, rootsy blues rather than the down and dirty aggressiveness that really fueled the past albums. I find nothing wrong with the change in style, not by any means. However, there are the narrow minded followers that claim this is more of a Mike Ness solo album rather than a new Social Distortion one. Please, give it a rest. How come Pearl Jam and Neil Young can change their style of music and writing and can be accepted but others cannot? I digress…moving forward…

Joining Ness and guitarist Johnny Wickersham for Hard Times is bassist Brent Harding and drummer David Hildago Jr, the son of the Los Lobos member. The line up works like a charm with the turn in melodic music SD takes. Reaching back into his influence of roots driven music, Ness and company set aside the angst driven edge they have displayed over the years and delve a little deeper into other genres so to speak. Don’t be misled; this is not a typical Social Distortion album. With age and new direction comes exploration in musical style, but Hard Times and Nursery Rhymes is still just as rock solid as any of the band’s previous releases.

The instrumental opener of ‘Road Zombie’ is perfect. The song gets you wound up and ready for what’s to follow it. It gives the listener the chance to dig on some great driving riffs and solid guitar leads. It reminds me of ‘Indulgence’, the instrumental opener on Prison Bound. The next track, ‘California (Hustle and Flow)’ lays down some classic rock riffs blended into a true southern rock groove. And the cherry on this blended rocker? How about background gospel singers! Doesn’t sound like the standard on an SD album, but then again, this is not a standard either. One of the band’s best performances both musically and lyrically comes on the clichéd title ‘Diamond in the Rough’, but make no mistake, this song is no cliché. Ness pours out his soul on this heartfelt song.Though there is a good mixture of music on this release, Machine Gun Blues is by far the most rockin'  and possesses that old school SD sound.

Well, they just announced that my flight is delayed; no surprise there. It allows me to stay just a little out of reach of home once again. I’ll be back soon enough with more than enough work to keep me busy I’m sure! Until then, I think I’ll flag down one of these bunnies or cougars and let them enjoy my new drink (patent pending) and the cool sounds of Social D rocking the house once again.

“Excuse me, Miss?”

CDReview: Johnny Falstaff, Live in Koln

Johnny Falstaff

Live in Koln, Germany

Since getting back stateside, I took it upon myself to enjoy a ‘vacation’ before returning to work.  I decided I wanted to hide in the snowcapped mountains in Aspen. No, I wasn’t there for the X Games as I had hoped, but instead there to finish a manuscript. Yes, in between getting chased by vampires, picking grapes, and visiting exes overseas, I have been working on a couple of books. Now don’t get me wrong, I haven’t been globetrotting this past year or so for pure pleasure; it was legitimate moving around trying to make a decent buck here and there. In today’s times, that’s what it takes—a little movin’ and alotta shakin’. Then again, there are others that do this kinda movin’ and shakin’ all the time. One of those guys hails from the Great Lone Star State of Texas. And that “Tall Walkin’ Texas Trash” goes by the name Johnny Falstaff.

Texas just isn’t big enough to hold Johnny Falstaff back when it comes to playing music. He is constantly traveling around here and there, above and abroad, educating people in what true country music should be. With the release of Live in Koln, a show recorded at the Blue Shell this past June, the Texas born and raised road rebel keeps the spirit of true country music alive.  The old school honky tonk sounds from the 60s live on through Falstaff’s music but updated with a modern punch added here and there. His music is true, that is to say, what you hear on studio recordings or in concert is the real deal. Falstaff’s music is stripped down and bare boned not being covered up by modern technology. Don’t let that fool you, it always as strong as a bare knuckled punch. And Falstaff sticks to old school traditions when it comes to song length; most of his average a time of two minutes, with only a few reaching the three minute mark.

Live in Koln opens up with two tracks from Johnny Falstaff’s last studio release, the title track and “One Hand Tied”, which set the pace for this live venture. No one can swing a rockin’ country axe like Falstaff, and his baritone rich voice compliments his six string skills as proven on the afore mentioned tracks and continue on this first recording of the new song “Peek-a-boo” and really apparent on fiery fuelled ender “Falstaff Infection”. In addition to his own brand of modern day honky tonk sound, Johnny hasn’t forgotten where his love for the music came from. Though his love for his musical heroes is reflected in his music, Falstaff also covers some of their music, as he does with Buck Owens’s “Mexican Polka”, and Johnny Paycheck’s “11Month and 29Days”.

And all this brought to you by a man apparently not built for sleep. I say this because in addition to gigging in Germany, Falstaff has many shows to perform through the Lone Star State, and, wrapping up the movie Honky Tonk Blood, a movie sot over the past few years with other fellow Houston musicians. He’s a little bit Shakespeare (Classic and always good), a little bit beer (fun), and all Texan (just damn good and done right). Johnny Falstaff is a many of many faces…sideburns and all.

If you ever wonder why there’s roadwork being done on those Texas highways, it’s probably because Johnny Falstaff wore them out…

CDReview: Slash

Slash

S/T

(Dik Haid)

Okay. First, let me explain…

From leaving my ex in France and skipping over to England to visit Elle was not a Sexcapade, just a visit to a friend and enjoy some fish ‘n’ chips (along with a pint) before heading back stateside. There is no guilty conscience, just getting it out there; I am not here to reenact Romeo and Juliet in this lovely Land of Shakespeare.  However, I am convinced that if the Shakespearean character Juliet did exist in present day, she would be in the form of Elle, but with a wild streak!

Elle was excited to receive my call that I was in London, and dearly wished I would meet her at her gallery. I loaded my baggage into a cab and enjoyed the scenic city route to Elle’s downtown art gallery. London is a very beautiful city; too bad I was only going to be in town for only a few hours. However, I did mentally note that I would return for a good vacation.

Upon arrival at the gallery, I paid the fare due, and then wandered into the artsy world of Elle’s business, which also included a posh clothing boutique. In a matter of moments, I was greeted with her huge smile and loving arms.  We sat with some tea and I told her of my recent travels and various jobs, and how I was returning to the states to my awaiting job position I had left a year ago. She explained that she recently expanded her business and business was well! Elle gave me a quick tour, then, with both of us being hungry, walked down the street to a pub for a couple of pints and some fish n chips.

I had a midnight flight out of England and still a couple of hours to spend with Elle and staying in the smoke filled overcrowded pub weren’t the best thing. So, we left the pub, bought a couple bottles of red wine, and drove her SUV to the River Thames. She said it was nice to be by the water and we enjoy ourselves with our own party!

Then suddenly, it hits me: by the water!! Why did all of our adventures center around water? I first met Elle at a beach back in Texas. After a day of knowing her, we had flown to Hawaii for a few days. And now here we were in her homeland drinking wine along the River Thames!

Was Elle a mermaid? Could it…be possible? Highly unlikely and I really did not care. She was a sweet free spirit that enjoyed having fun. Plus, it is hard to question a woman who has your nickname tattooed around her bellybutton.

We got out of the vehicle, taking the wine with us, sat and looked at the historic river. Elle took a gulp of wine straight from the bottle and let her hair down.  She shook it free and smiled. “Are you still writing music reviews, Love?” Yes, I answered, though it had been quite some time. “I have one for you to review then…”

She jumped up and ran back to the SUV and cranked up a very apropos CD for an Elle Party…

I am more a Velvet Revolver fan than I am a Guns ‘n’ Roses fan and that is not a knock to G’n’R at all. It is just a preference. Regardless, Saul Hudson, better known as Slash, has been a major guitar icon in the music industry for over the past twenty years! And it is about time for his first solo CD, not to be confused with any of his side projects like Slash’s Snake pit. And this release is in the same style that Carlos Santana made popular several years ago. In other words, there is no singing on Slash’s part. And that’s a good thing! Remember Joe Satriani’s Flying in a Blue Dream? Instead, Slash sticks to rockin’ his fret board. But does have a slew of vocalists like Ozzy Osbourne, Wolfmother’s Andrew Stackdale, and Fergie (Yes! That Fergie!) just to name a few.

As afore mentioned, Slash has a diverse stock of talented singers to go along with his diverse guitar work, including great solos, all throughout the album. In addition to the various singers and the songwriting, the production is top notch as well; the perfect combination! His signature guitar sound, with its fluent rhythms and sparkling licks, is ever present but in different styles to match the songs performed with each vocal collaborator and keeps the sound fresh.

The biggest surprise is Fergie! Wow, what a stunner! She reigns on Beautiful Dangerous. Filled with groovy hooks and rockin’ rhythm, her vocals are razor sharp and quite an eye opener on how great she can rock out. In some ways, she is the closest thing to an Axl Roses comparison this release. Definitely the main highlight. The non vocal track Watch This is an instrumental rock jam consisting of Slash, VR and GNR bassist Duff McKagan, and drummer Dave Grohl, who wished not to sing but play drums for this album. The song sounds like a jam that happens quite frequently amongst friends, but is the first time recorded for release. Three friends just hanging out and trading chops; sounds like a nice way to end the day! Of the entire track, the most diversive, delicate, and delightful is Saint is a Sinner Too, featuring the underrated Rocco DeLuca. This is quite the departure from the other material on the album as it is mellow, beautiful and laid back all into one. It allows Slash to pick the strings acoustically and gracefully, showing another side of the musician. His picking is pleasant to accompany Rocco’s high and heavenly vocals. Maybe these two show do a whole album together…sounds like a winner to me.

CDReview: HIM, Screamworks:Love in Theory and Practice

HIM

Screamworks: Love in Theory and Practice

(Sire)

Oh! What a long (but educational) journey the past few months have been! After an encounter with Vampires in Texas, I decided to flee the area for a much needed getaway. Well, “getaway” as in flee from harm, but also “getaway” in the form of searching for employment in a land of leisure. Ah, furloughs can be so rough! Anyway, I thought a total cultural change was in order, purchased a plane ticket, and began work a couple of days later at a winery in the country side of Paris, France.

Of course, I was totally out of my element in the grape trade, but became a quick learner and had a new skill (and one I fancied) in the few months I had been there. I was trained in the process of growing and harvesting the tasty fruit into a Nectar of the Gods. It is a skill I am proud to have in my knowledge; still it takes quite some time to master. I am slowly on my way to getting there. Keep your eyes peeled and maybe one day I will bottle my own brand of wine.

The country hillside of Paris has been scenic and pleasant and for work, actually relaxing. However, I did have a life back in Texas and hopefully a job still. I called my boss to find out that I was much needed back at my job, sorely missed, etc, etc. I let the ass kissing continue for a few seconds longer before assuring him I would return, but it would take a couple of weeks because I was in Europe. Of course, there was “no problem with that…”

Upon collecting my final check, I bid adieu to my fellow Frenchmen and took a taxi into the beautiful and historic City of Love. In addition to absorbing all the art and history, I was meeting with my Angel Without Wings, who was now a runway model. I checked into the Hotel de Ville (for obvious reasons), then walked down to the street café where I was to meet Her. Not being a coffee drinker, I opted for a cherry juice crème and waited nervously. I didn’t think She would recognize me with the long hair and the slight beard, but of course I was wrong! She, giggling like a school girl, ran up to me, gave me a kiss, and then rubbed my scruff.

We shared a great time catching up since her move to France. She told me of her adventures of many fashion shows and her ever growing wardrobe, and I explained about the furlough, the past few months and my bizarre encounters from traveling job to job. My workplace in Texas had requested my return, so I told Her we would have a couple of days to indulge in every intoxicating invitation that Paris offered, including (but no limited to) shopping, site seeing, cuisine and our time together. The gleam in Her eyes reminded me of that time when we had dated, the emotions I felt upon our separation. If there could be a soundtrack to our time together then and now, it would be HIM’s Screamworks: Love in Theory and Practice.

The title to HIM’s newest release pretty much sums up its basis. Screamworks: Love in Theory and Practice. Enough said. BUT, since this is a music review, why not delve in a little deeper.  Practice is one thing these Finnish rockers do not have to worry about. As with their previous six releases, Screamworks: Love in Theory and Practice is just as solid. It is a great ensemble of HIM’s collective sounds. This seventh studio release is not the deep dark seeded monster that Venus Doom was, and not bubblegum pop rock for the girlies at the mall either. It is more of a balanced combination of HIM’s frolicking through different rock genres. This offering is melodic rock driven, blending more use of electric keyboards and synths with elements of 80s retro rock. It is also very catchy and musically upbeat (under dark vocals), but not mainstream. If anything, Screamworks provides a fresh energy to the group’s music repertoire.

Part of this “fresh energy” may be illuminating from front man Ville Valo, having written this album being sober, and providing some of his greatest lyrics to date. And for vocals, Valo is spot on; nailing it! Add the grandiose guitar work of Mikko “Linde” Lindstrom for another interesting angle. Linde is no slouch fretwork for sure, and once again provides a solid and soulful performance. Guitar shredding is fun, but limited in emotional and audio capacity; thankfully Linde does not indulge in such acts, but instead delivers life giving energy and touching melodies to Valo’s heartfelt lyrics.

Another refreshing change is the subject material of the songs. The previous releases were usual dark toned landscape for tragic tales of love and death. With Screamworks and to keep up with “change”, it does not stop with the music. The lyrics and subject matter have also advanced forward in the band’s maturity. The “Love” element still remains, but gone is the “Death”. This time around the idea is of love and suffering; heartbreak, but going forward with life after lessons learned. It is like a breakup and the feeling that follows it. The songs Heartkiller, Dying Song, Love the and In the Arms of Rain display HIM’s updated lyrical content and musical diversity united as one. The CD as a whole shows the band’s maturity in song and in life together; this really elevates the emotional level to new heights.

Hardest Way

That height would be where life and love are gifts, and it finally is recognized.

Our couple of days together took us all over the sights of Paris, like the Louvre, the Eiffel Tower, and Eglise de la Madeleine. She also took me around to meet some of her fashion designer friends. They were even cool to hook me up with new shirts, jeans, and shoes—anything to spread the word and get their name out! Our nights found us out at nice restaurants, sipping drinks at a patio café, admiring, the Seigne River and walking along a bridge and placing a padlock with our names on it; an idea we wish were ours, but apparently there were hundreds of others ahead of us in the idea.

The following morning as I prepared for my departure to England, my Wingless Beauty approached me with sleepy and sad eyes. Once again she hugged me, and then pulled at the scruff on my face. “Sit,” she ordered, and as She walked past me, I did as I was told. She returned and stood behind me. Then She kissed the top of my head, and began to cut the long locks of hair I had grown over the past ten months. The haircut was nice, felt good, and looked more like me, instead of the traveling worker I had become. Next, She slathered cream on my face, straddled me face to face, and began to shave to reveal the face she admired once that had been hidden. She said it took ten years off, and I have to agree with her.

Soon after She dressed, we checked out of the Hotel de Ville and shared one last morning drink together; She, about to return to work on the runway, and I, about to make a quick stop in London before heading stateside. Soon, my taxi arrived for the drive to the airport. The driver loaded my luggage as I said farewell to mon ancien amour. She put her sunglasses on before the first teardrop fell, then kissed my cheek before turning and leaving.

I hesitated getting in the taxi and called out to her. “Même Temps l'année prochaine?”

Without stopping, She looked over her shoulder and smiled…

CDReview: Captain Clegg and the Night Creatures

       Captain Clegg and the Night Creatures

         S/T                    

         (Zombie A Go Go/Stag)

Well, after the cornfield incident (an event I still find funny) that baffled many of the workers as well as the owners, I found it best to move on down the road. I packed up, collected my earnings for the past couple of weeks, and walked down the tree lined country road for the next town. It was about ..7AM... and the humidity wasn’t half as bad as it had been a month ago. This was good news because I had no idea how long I would be walking in the sun.

I eventually got a ride from an old farmer in his pickup truck. He asked where I was head, and I answered first a bus stop and then home to see about some work. There was no bus stop in town he informed me, but if I were interested he had a late 80s dark green colored IROC Camaro he was willing to part with if I was interested. Maybe I replied, silently counting up my frog pelts in my head.

We detoured and made tracks to his farm and drove up to the barn. It was there the muscle car he spoke rested in all its glory: newly rebuilt engine with NOS, fresh paint, dark windows and a targa top. Honestly it was a beauty and a sight to behold. The old man explained that the car was a project for his “second Childhood”, but he had passed the phase. It reminded me of a Camaro I had in college, but not this tuff. I offered the man a third of what I had on me, and felt bad about it because I knew it was a steal at that price. He didn’t bother to try and haggle; he just wanted it out of the way so he could start another project. I handed the blood of my blood, sweat, and tears, thanked him, and drove off the property and started my five hour journey back home.

Halfway home I was hungry so I stopped in a town and ordered a Diablo sandwich and Pibb for the road. That was just what I needed because I didn’t have breakfast thanks to the early morning wake up call via the cornfield. It would have been better to pull over, stop and eat, but I was ready to get back to my town and see if my job was still there and if the pay would be any better. If things were still down low, I would just get back to the road and see what job it would bring me next.

The hours flew by not quite like minutes, but close enough. Before I knew it I was cruising through my hometown seeing things the way I had left them for the most part. I drove straight to work and see how things were going at the station. There was no change; more furloughs and cutbacks. I told them I would continue my sabbatical and drove off. On my way home I stopped by my favorite local watering hole only to find that it had closed down while I was gone. The parking lot was filled with flyers for concerts that had come and gone, and others that had not come yet and a couple about the local roller derby matches. At this point it seemed best to go home, change, then go for a little grocery shopping and restock the fridge. On second thought, a nap was really calling my name for the time being…

A few hours later when it was nightfall, I awoke, dressed and drove down to the market near my apartment. Didn’t need much, just some milk, chicken, veggies and some beer. I had tired of the rice and grains we had at the work farm, but the fresh veggies I surely would miss! I would make do with what fresh ones the market had to offer, and the selection was huge. I made my selections wisely and rolled my basket towards a checkout lane. I stood in line glancing at the gossip rags and looking for a TV Guide. Moments later I was pushed in the calf and nearly fell over like a sack of potatoes. I turned around to find a brown eyed, brown haired girl sporting a cowboy hat, a bunch of tattoos and one of the prettiest smiles I ever had the pleasure of being so close to!

A little flirting rapidly led to our introductions. She introduced herself as “Goodnight Irene” and that she was a roller girl, hence the name. I knew a league had been together for a short time and was happy to see they had the looks to go along with it. She was buying a few bottles of red wine for a bon fire party that was going to and asked if I would like to join her. Let’s put it this way, there was no way I was going to say no. We checked out and talked on our way to the parking lot. I offered to escort her to the party and we could get her vehicle later; she was down with that.

Before going to the party, we stopped at my box so I could put the food away in the fridge. I offered to bring the beer, but Irene said to leave it because there was a drink she wanted me to try. Fair enough. Then talked turned to our professions, me being a media person and vagabond, she an events co-coordinator for a private client in addition to being a roller derby girl. This would be one of her events tonight, but she was backup and giving a coworker a moment in the limelight and providing barbecue, drinks, and a concert to provide the tunes—Captain Clegg. This was exciting for me because I love the CD and Clegg’s alter ego is from my neck of the woods.

A few miles outside of town we headed into the more wooded and rural area, turning onto a small dirt road that ventured into the dark. It was none of my business, but I was kind of curious as to why and how she picked this location as opposed to some other places we had previously passed along the road. She reminded me that her client does not enjoy a lot of exposure and prefers to keep his parties more “underground” and speakeasy. The road eventually gave way to a clearing which was the stomping grounds for this bonfire.  It was already lit and in full blaze providing light for the concert and the gyrating bodies dancing about in the foreground. I would guess there was a couple of hundred people, maybe a little more from my guess, some drunk and being loud while others were enjoying some mesquite smoked barbecue. Off in the distance along the wood line, other people were getting a little more affectionate and staying amongst themselves. Maybe Irene and I would join that crowd later, hehe.

Well, I followed Irene to the makeshift bar to house the wine she had bought. People were crowded all around the little thing, but barely drinking; maybe they caught they fill and were just sippin’ away slowly trying to hang on and enjoy the night. I excused myself for a moment and walked over to the food stand that was serving barbeque steaks, ribs, chicken and you name it! There was an incredible amount of animal flesh being skewered, grilled and served! I grabbed a chunk of steak and sat at the first open seat I could find. I needed that steak, I hadn’t eaten since earlier that midmorning (and it was a road burger at that), and was needing this if I were to stay awake and maybe have a drink or two.

Irene joined me several minutes later and showed up with a bottle or two of something and joined me at the table. She must have done something to run off the few people around me because she looked over at them and it moments they scattered from us. Anyway, I told her the steak was really good and suggested she try some. I cut a piece for her and offered it. She refused saying there would be time to “feed” later. She cracked open She cracked open a bottle and passed it over to ....me....., then drank from her bottle. This drink must have possessed quite the alcohol content or a very strong bite, because it gave her a shiver, and one she enjoyed by the look on her face. Irene looked up to me from under her cowboy hat; her eyes a very bright shade of green, and slowly grinned. “You have got to try this…” she seductively demanded and pushed the bottle to my lips.

I had no choice but to drink from the bottle—and it was a big drink! I felt the sharp orange citrus taste of it cascade down my throat. It definitely sparked a euphoric charge in me. I caught my breath and then commented on the drink, asking what it was finally. Irene laughed as she pushed the bottle back to my lips, shushed me and whispered, “Just drink…” And I did.

As I neared finishing the bottle, more and more people started to walk towards the stage. Captain Clegg was getting ready to hit the stage and bring the boogie. Irene dragged me through the crowd so we could be close to the stage. I, on the other hand, was informed her that I had the CD in my car if she cared to go somewhere a little more secluded.  Here eyes—still a bright green shade, muttered “later” to me and pushed me through the crowd till we were in front. Clegg and his Night Creatures walked onto the stage about the same time something—or someone—bit me…

Whether he is Banjo & Sullivan--or more recently Captain Clegg—or just being himself, one thing is for sure: Jesse Dayton makes original and memorable music! He has filled the shoes as rockin’ musician Captain Clegg in the Rob Zombie motion picture H2 and continues to show that fictious musicians really can rock! In addition to having a short but entertaining role in the movie, Dayton and his band have released a CD in collaboration with Stag and Zombie A Go-Go labels filled with fun and frightening tunes under the name Rob Zombie presents….Captain Clegg and the Night Creatures. And boy does the music fit the film!!

Captain Clegg performs classic ....Dayton... ..Texas.... brand honky tonk music and adds a little macabre comedy to it…and appropriate for the H2 movie and the Halloween holiday as well. Now don’t take this the wrong way. The music is by no means limited to just scary overtones or honky tonk genre. Clegg and the boys also bring the sounds of psychobilly, rockabilly and sicko surf into the fold. It’s a great trip to genres that have been under rated and thanks to ....Dayton.... never left the real world of music! Transylvania Terror Train is perfected with a drivin’ train rhythm of yesteryear, slappin’ basslines and Clegg’s solid telecaster fretwork is a great highlight. Zombie A Go Go brings a traditional surf laden drumbeat and that eerie ....Texas.... organ accompaniment ready to bring a killer hip shakin’ breakdown at the next clambake. The honey dripping sweetness of a steel guitar highlights the ....Texas.... swing of humor in Honky Tonk Halloween and is a middle track break in the release.  The main attraction of the entire CD is the humorous tale of sexy aliens coming to Earth, a must in 60 b-movie genre! Redneck Vixen from Outer Space wreaks of awesomeness with ....Dayton....’s country influence such as Johnny Cash and Buck Owens! Twangy guitars and baritone vocals have never matched so well!

Captain Clegg and the Night Creatures is really quite the unique and nostalgic release. It brings all shapes and forms, elements of 1960’s movie genres blended with the music of the same time, combining horror, surf, lounge, rockabilly, and traditional country roots into something many have missed out on in the past. Think about it: with this release, this is the perfect time to relive many things from one’s growin’ up years subsided for place of what was cool at the time. Here. It is brought to the foreground and what many people thrive for today! Thanks to Captain Clegg, he has resurrected an underground genre that stands tall and bulletproof to much of the music created today. The entire CD makes for a great listen.

Hours later just as the sun began to rise I awoke on the hood of the Camaro. It must have been a fun night for sure. I slowly opened my eyes and gazed in a haze to all in front of me. There were people passed out (I hope) on the ground scattered throughout the clearing. The stage where the band had been playing had been nearly demolished. Several vehicles were still parked amongst mine. Still, I it seemed to be the only movement of life in the area. I didn’t feel that hung over, but rather drained; I had no energy for the most part and my body felt sore, especially my neck and shoulder area.  I just chalked it up to another fun night in this life.

After I stood up, I wondered what had happened to my hostess and where she might be. It’s not too many times I have been used for such efforts and left astray. Irene would be fun to hang out with, but this would not be the case as I realized she was gone with the wind. Not a problem I told myself. After all, I was going to be leaving town again soon for that sake of making the almighty dollar, something I needed to pay my bills and once again need to provide food. I finally got off the hood of the car and stretched, my tired body deserved it. Now all I needed was a shower before hitting the road again. I climbed inside and cranked my beast up. I looked through the console and found my Clegg CD. I popped it in and wiped my eyes, and discovered I had puncture marks on my neck! Had Irene been a Femme Fatale creature of the night?! It brought fright to me…and maybe a little pleasure. At the same time I was not willing to stick around and find out!

I switched the car into reverse and spun my head around to make sure the coast was clear to get out of this place. In the back seat I found a case of bottled beverages we had been drinking during the night. I slammed on the breaks and took one from the case. It was a dark bottle. I turned the bottle towards the front to read the label. “Tru Blood” it read…

Blood Orange flavor...addicting…damn ....Louisiana.... vampires invading ....Texas....….

CDReview: Chickenfoot

 

      Chickenfoot

S/T

It is the hottest time of the year in ....Texas.... right now. I should know because I am spending a majority of my time under that huge sun; not for fun though, but because I have to work in it. Exactly what do I mean by that? It’s quite simple. When your professional job—you know, the one you went to school for and spend all hours doing—forces you to take a mandatory weeklong furlough and a five percent salary cut, it makes you have to do as many others at the moment and seek another job to help makes the ends meet. It feels as though I am reliving the college life with two or three jobs! I thought that life would be well behind me now.

So, what is this new side job? Well for now I am working as a ranch hand. I’m no stranger to that kind of work; I grew up on a farm. Sadly though, it is not my family’s farm but another and it is in central ....Texas....…and I bunk with a few other guys. The good news there is that I am in a run all by myself. The days are long but never boring. If we are not in the field, we might be herding cattle or breaking horses. That was the job for today, breaking the horses, and a sore one at that! Several beautiful and expensive equine are now ready for riding for sure…my ass assures me of that.

With a late day coming to a finish, the equine housed, I along with the other ranch hands rushed to the kitchen for a good hot and filling meal: pork chops, smothered potatoes, grilled corn, stuffed peppers and a big ole glass of ice cold milk. Of course there was dessert to accompany the entrée, homemade peach pie right out of the oven. With a meal of this size, I was stuffed and tired to boot. I took a hot shower, and then decided to call it a night and go to bed. The next morning we were to be cornfield and it was to be a pretty hot day, so conserving my energy for that would benefit me in the long run.

I climbed into my bed, turned off the light and enjoyed the refreshing chill from the air conditioner. I was trying to sleep, which was a feat in itself due to the noise from the other room from the guys drinking and playing cards. I’m not the type of person spoil everyone’s good time in order for my convenience, but I was also too tired to join in on the fun. And since there way no sweet little thing to cuddle with, I grabbed my mp3 player and headphones, which had several new albums on it I needed to enjoy. One release did stick out in name alone, and I knew it would bring the rock. It was something I definitely wanted to hear. I put on my headphones, pushed play, closed my eyes and prepared for some rock and roll.

Leave it to Sammy Hagar, Michael Anthony, Joe Satriani, and Chad Smith to form a super group with a name that stands out: Chickenfoot. They have been around long enough that in addition to all their talent, with a name and logo such as Chickenfoot is a great promotional and marketing tool! Besides bringing in a brilliant and unique band name, this group of super rockers also has brought back what real rock and roll sounds like and the return of working together as a band! Each member brings something unique and compliments one another. Guess what? It works!

Now, with such a caliber of musicians forming Chickenfoot, one might think that from the beginning to the ending of this self titled release would be the most creative and groundbreaking material; something that would unite pastel colors and unicorns with the dark cloaked creatures of the night! Guess again. These guys are not together to be bigger rock gods that they already are (been there and done that), but to have fun and just jam. In today’s musical world, most musicians have forgotten that it is okay to be fun and have a good time; that’s what rock and roll used to be, that’s its purpose. Chickenfoot is funny in name, and damn fun rock and roll the way it should be.

Solid musicianship pours the foundation for a straight rock album. Stated before, each musician brings something different to the music and it meshes well. Sammy’s vocals are still climbing and soulful; Satch provides the emotion in his fretwork, while Anthony and Smith do not miss a pounding beat in the rhythm. All through the release classic rock elements of early Montrose and the Hagar era of Van Halen can be heard, specifically on the tracks Soap on a Rope, and Avenido Revolution and Runnin’ Out respectively. Let’s not forget the funk and groove that these souls display showcased (in what a way) in the closing number Future in the Past. All the while, Michael Anthony’s harmony vocals with Sammy are just phenomenal! I don’t think the Van Halen brothers knew exactly what they were losing, and if they did—shame on them!

Chickenfoot is not an album to break down the walls to the next biggest step in the rock world, but it is a damn fun one…and those are hard to come by nowadays. Not too bad for four guys who get along good, then and now.

I was sleeping rather soundly, dreaming I was a contestant on Big Brother and having a showmance when I was awoke by the other farmhands busting into my room freaked out about something. They were nervously excited about something and told me to follow them. I grabbed my clothes, boots, and hat as I ran out of the farmhouse…just after sunrise at that. They were speaking in Spanish and something about the alien and surfing amongst the crops. We ran up a small hill above the 20 acre field of corn we were to work this day. Down below amongst the field was a crop circle, circular shape with lines. I could do nothing but shake my head as I hung it. The crop circle was the logo of the group I had been listening to all night: Chickenfoot.

Sammy and those boys just have way too much fun…

CDReview: Rocco DeLuca and the Burdern, Mercy

Rocco Deluca and the Burden

Mercy

(Ironworks)

I awoke from a really deep sleep, thinking I had slept for ten or twelve hours; turns out it was more like six. Still, I couldn’t complain.  I looked at the clock and saw that it was a little past 9am. I rolled over in bed to find that Elle was not there. Maybe she had gone next door to her cabin for a change of clothing, I thought.

I could smell some sort of food just floating through the cabin. Elle must have made breakfast. I could was hungry and could eat a little breakfast. I got out of bed and walked into the kitchen area to find bangers and mash that she had prepared. Looking out the window towards her cabin, I noticed Elle’s H3 was gone; maybe she had went to the market I thought, then noticed my cowboy hat was missing and a sleeveless Union Jack tee shirt (like the one Joe Elliot wore in the Def Leppard videos all those years ago) in its place. Attached to it was a note. Long story short, she had a fulfilled two weeks with me, but it was time for her to return to work at the art gallery in England. She had taken my hat along with a Lone Star Beer tee, leaving me the Union Jack tee and the short board surfboard on which I caught my first wave. Sitting next to the shirt was a nice bottle of tequila and two cohiba cigars with instructions to enjoy the drink before breakfast and the cigars after finishing my writing and at a lovely sunset. And last but not least Elle had left her phone number and email info, ending the note with the suggestive question “same time next year?”

I smiled and had a slight chuckle at Elle’s note. Of course I would miss my lovely Brit, but would have our misadventures together as pleasant memories….and lucky we were never arrested! I eyed the breakfast she had prepared and took a bite of the mash mixed with crumbled bacon, green onions and topped with cheese. It was truly delightful, but for the moment I would put the food on hold as per Elle’s instructions. I grabbed the tequila, a cigar, and my laptop and took them to the patio where I would start typing a couple of CD reviews that I needed to finish. Before me was a bright sun on a bed of blue sky, and the brisk touch of a cool breeze. I put on my sunglasses and poured some tequila; the cohiba would have to wait until the article was complete.

The one ingredient missing was my music. I needed something to fit the moment and make me bind with it and make me really remember the moment no matter how much tequila slithered its way into my head. I wanted something a touch bluesy, soulful, and true; but also possessing enough rock to feel the edge. Nothing more could fit this moment than Rocco Deluca.

Rocco Deluca and the Burden may have turned the heads with his debut, but he and the band will still be turning heads and gaining full attention with Mercy. The sophomoric release finds Deluca teaming up with producer extraordinaire Daniel Lanois for this mystic blues journey. The music is rich and full, other times hazy and pleasant, and could easily be identified as music from a smoke filled lounge or a full size concert hall. Maybe such establishments are on course for his tour, but the main attention here is not the venues, but Rocco’s vocal work and the sounds of his electric dobro.

Deluca’s vocals are original, tried and true, with a Jeff Buckley influence which is evident; and which is good company to keep. It is complex, ethereal, beautiful and at times chilling—but in a beautiful way. His dobro also possesses and provides the same beautiful and chilling sound. Rocco’s use of the instrument on certain tracks is very creative. Both voice and dobro are rich in texture throughout Mercy. Vocally, for the most part of the release they are smooth, hazy and slightly wandering, and at other times piercing; and the electric dobro being low toned compliments his high vocal range, and brings an echoey and blues driven beat throughout most of the release, but also providing some precise and articulate rockin’ licks as well.

A reworked version of I Trust You to Kill Me is a prime example of Rocco Deluca’s textural structure. Dobro with some slide action has the spotlight on the song with its “down ‘n’ dirty” rhythm and sludgy beat. His vocals feature his atmospheric falsetto to sheer sharpness. Save Yourself is another song where Deluca’s dobro once again reigns, being the heaviest track on Mercy. He makes great use of the instrument combined with his vocals to set this song afire! Though medium paced in tempo, it is fierce in power.  Lilja is a surprise that finds Middle Eastern inspiration making friends with Rocco’s musical styling. The smoky and sultry female vocals in the beginning of the tune are downright sexy as hell! The song as a whole is like something out of Casablanca and is easily a beautiful lounge tune. Picture it this way: it is the bow on the total package….Rocco Deluca and the Burden are just that…

Upon finishing my reviews and emailing them to the editor of the magazine I poured one more shot of tequila and puffed what was left of my stogie. The sun was still resting on its bed of blue sky, now with an occasional flock of seagulls flying overhead. My time on the beach had been plentiful to say the least; I never expected to do so many different activities both here and abroad in such a short time! Soon, I would be departing for home. I put out the cigar, and then heated the bangers and mash Elle had prepared.  I decided to enjoy the meal on the deck and then pack my belongings for the trip home. Before leaving though, I needed to burn some of the carbs from the meal. So I decided on a three mile jog along the beach…so wish me luck that I do not step on any jellyfish…

CDReview: Revolting Cocks, Sex-O Olympic-O

Revolting Cocks

Sex-O Olympic-O

(13^th Planet)

It’s our fifth day in Hawaii! Elle and I have had some crazy love kinda fun: watching the volcano flow, cliff diving (her, not me), a helicopter ride around the isle, maybe sneaking onto the set of Lost, but no more tattoos. At this point, I think we are both receiving Blue Hawaiians intravenously. It has been madness, sheer madness, yet also a really fun time. And with our departure flight first thing in the morning, we decided on one more night out on the island; we wanted to go to a small club that played some underground industrial music.

For safety’s sake, we packed everything before our night’s adventure because it would probably be late in the night/early in the morning to do so. The way our outings have gone, we would have time for a shower and change before resort checkout and our last minute dash to the airport. It’s not that we plan to run late, it just happens with us. We have planned to do things earlier before, but something always seems to get in the way.

First things first, Elle and I went to our final luau and enjoyed the food and fine entertainment. We both agreed we would miss the huge meal on the beach with newfound friends. Soon after, we took pictures and exchanged emails with friends and said our goodbyes. An offer was extended to some of the crowd to come out with us, but they opted to stay closer to the resort and enjoy the night air.

Upon leaving the nighttime dinner we hailed a taxi and relayed our destination to the speakeasy club Elle had found out about. The driver knew of the place and said it was an okay club to attend if one had grown tired of the local beach lounges. I paid the man and walked down the street to where Club Gio was housed under dark light.

A few minutes of waiting in line and a few dollars later, we were in the latest sardines to be squeezed into the musical can. It reminded me of this club back in Texas sporting black walls all throughout the venue with the logos of bands that have performed there spray painted in various neon colors. Within the club—on the dance floor, as well as on tables and the bar—there must have been a couple of hundred bodies, all grinding and pulsating to the industrial music blasting. It was good music but not as good as back in the day, I explained to Elle. Come to think of it, it was just like Revolting Cocks and how each lineup had a different approach to industrial music with each release. Since the “RevCo” catalog would take quite some time to run through, I decided to focus on the new release and explain it to her.

Sex-O Olympic-O is the latest release that continues Revolting Cocks’ tradition of humor amidst a sleazy, sticky industrial backdrop. However, where the humor was once intelligent and groundbreaking has given way to silliness…but it works great and fits with the music concept.  This is due to a new and diverse lineup change for RevCo. The varying changes that have taken place since the band’s conception has grown into a new era with Al Jourgensen remaining the lone founding member. Though semi retired, he was just going to produce the release but was so impressed with the material he performed on the recording with newcomers Josh Bradford, Sin Quirin, and Clayton Worbeck. The new lineup definitely fit the RevCo mold, but moves the refurbished industrial super group into a dancing glittery glam parade fest with adolescent humor throughout the lyrics. It is fun, but yet bizarre; therefore living up to the group’s moniker.

The overall product is pleasantly and surprisingly very good, but to an extent has a rehashed feel; not to crumble the edge, but some of the music does seem familiar. At the same time it is musically more unified than previous RevCo CDs with heavy grinding industrial blend as well as the lighter but popular club trendy danceable beats to balance out. A stripper will love this release! Sex-O Olympic-O is rhythmically fascinating providing a flowing groove and supporting the abrasive and shredding guitar parts. Very interesting the way the guitar parts are worked throughout the recording: heavy and dominating on some tracks and played down within other more keyboard dominant material, but constantly providing good hooks.

Sex-O Olympic-O features a track that strongly displays the heavier pace of the CD with Keys to the City (Vegas Mix), a twisted and tweaked version of the original. Where the song has the mysticism that RevCo provides in presentation, musically it has the modern texture and sinister styling of Marilyn Manson. Embracing the groove feel of their is Red Parrot, which highlights RevCo’s sexy sound with crunching guitars providing the ultimate groove for a sleazy sludge fest. This one will be become a stripper’s favorite next to her pole, especially with a line like “She's got style/ the way she shakes her ass”. Showing their lighter compositions, Cousins is a twisted and humorous tale of incest. It is very poppy and club friendly, but at the same time has elements of late 80’s gothic new wave channeling Love and Rockets. I have to admit that I am more into the first half of than the second; simply because the songs start to blend more and more into the other. The music is good, but just seems to start repeating itself, and not evolving. Sex-O Olympic-O is the third release cranked out by Uncle Al in the past couple of years. Believe me, I am more than happy to have the material, but would just wish he would linger in the moment just a little while longer…

By 3AM, I had made my point to Elle, but not that she would remember with all the dancing. I did join her on the dance floor once, but that was it. With the time sneaking up on us, we once again haled a taxi and shuttled our way back to the resort. Our last night on the isle state was a fun but loud one. We both enjoyed how secret the club seemed to be with a good crowd; they stayed in good spirits and not too rowdy and dominating. By this point, my body was letting me know it needed some rest.

The two of us had enough time to shower, change, gather the luggage, then make a mad dash to the airport. Our vacation had been lovely and adventurous, but it was time for Elle and me to return to Texas before they made us leave. Of course I received all sorts of attention and weird looks throughout the airport: Elle was tired and sleepy (a first for her), and I was carrying her over my shoulder.

Once onboard, she was seated, belted, covered up, and resting her head on my shoulder: she was set for our long trip home. I, too, was quite tired and ready for some much needed sleep. I also prayed for no lost landing; it would be nice, but I was longing for the Lone Star State.

After landing and a slight layover in Los Angeles, a few hours later we were back in Texas and 45 minutes away from our beach cabins. Elle was still sleepy, so she crawled into the back of the Hummer as I drove back to Galveston. Just as leaving Hawaii once back on the Texas isle, I got another workout: first unloading the luggage, then the coma-like slumber of Sleeping Beauty Elle. I have to hand it to her, she can party like a rock star and sleep like one as well! I carried her up the steps then dropped her in my bed and went to take a shower. I was bone tired (even after the sleeping on the flight) and a little sore; a nice hot shower was just the cure.

“Are we thah yet?”  Elle asked. I couldn’t tell if she was talking in her sleep or awake and curious. I answered anyway and said we were back in my cabin. She began chatting about having to leave for home in the morning, but I blew that off as well; probably more sleep talk; Lord knows I am guilty of that myself, really bad too. If anything, we could carry a conversation together in our sleep.

Once out of the shower, I settled into bed and closed my heavy eyes for some deep “Elle like” sleep. The sounds of the waves outside were once again guiding me to rest…that is, until Elle rolled over and swing her arm, slapping me right across the chest!

Now to find that happy, sleepy wave again…

CDReview: The Von Ehric, Loaded

The Von Ehrics

Loaded

(Crustacean)

I woke up this late morning from a deep sleep to find Elle straddling my back, wearing my cowboy hat and slapping me on the back of the head with some sort of paper. She had purchased two tickets to Hawaii over the internet, and that we were leaving that evening. That sounded great to me; I was hungry for fresh tuna steak, pineapple and coconut…and a Blue Hawaiian as well. She was ready for some big waves…and a Blue Hawaiian as well. She said that we were going on “holiday within holiday”.

Who was I to argue with her? I had wanted to go to Hawaii since I first watched Forgetting Sarah Marshall and in some ways I was actually living my version of the film. Unfortunately Kristen Bell was not involved, but she should have been. Elle had trotted back to her cabin to pack some things as I grabbed a few extra minutes of loving rest. I knew soon I would have to get up and sort my things for packing.

We loaded everything into the back of Elle’s H3 and started our drive to the airport. We arrived there in no time; she’s a fast driver and drives just as furious, maybe it’s because of the whole British driving thing in America. I’m not sure, but whatever it is, she could be an indie racer driver if her current occupation gave way. Maybe “Elle” is short for “Lead foot”.

The check-in was quick, and that was a good thing. We wanted to hit the bar for a couple of Blue Hawaiians (we’re both Elvis fans) to calm my nerves because it was going to be a long but lovely flight. Since there wasn’t much sleep from the night before, I looked forward to sleeping on our cozy first class flight…that is, after another drink and a nice meal.

With a short layover in Los Angeles, when we boarded the plane, I was definitely ready for some shut eye. The nighttime travel in the night sky added to my sleepiness. The two of us slept on and off during the in-light movie until I fell asleep completely. Ah, a simple pleasure that I had wished for came true with my body’s relaxed state, until a thump on the head woke me up. It was Elle’s sweet way of letting me know that we were about to land. I was baffled because it didn’t seem that I was asleep for that long.

We exited the plane and received our lays (rather quickly) so we could rush to the resort. It was early morning and Elle wanted to check in, and then hit the beach to catch some big North Shore waves. I, of course, was going to hang back on the beach and snap some pictures of Elle’s big rides, in which she did catch a few. An hour later, we trekked back to the resort so Elle could change and we could join the breakfast buffet on the beach. While I waited for her, I loaded our mp3 players with a couple of CDs, one being the new Von Ehrics release Loaded. I had been looking forward to jammin’ that since before we left.  Elle walked out in her bikini and wrap around long skirt, ready to hit the buffet. I could go for some chicken and waffles, but while in Hawaii, spam and waffles topped with roasted coconut would suffice.

Elle asked for me to rub some lotion on her back as so not to burn her pale skin, and then she would do the same for me. She untied her top and for the first time I got to view her full back tattoo. It was Wolverine of the X-Men, clawing his way out of her body. I was shocked because if I ever were to get ink that would be one of them, but I wasn’t going to get one. “We’ll see about that” she responded with a devilish grin, “but first we need nourishment for out next outing.” And of course she wouldn’t tell me what it was to be.

I continued to pound Elle for information with questions about our planned activity during our breakfast. She continued quietly to eat and somewhat enjoy her breakfast all the while staring at me with a smile. She enjoyed my little boy banter. Eventually I did break her down to a hint: we would need gear. Still, I wanted to question, but decided against it; I would wait and enjoy the surprise.

A cab ride off the road and outside of town later found us buying motorcycle outerwear with body armor and a helmet. Apparently we were going motorcycling on a BMX course loaded with dips, ramps, hills, etc. I was totally down with that.  Of course, being the daredevil she was meant I would have to try and keep up with Elle. The course looked like fun but a little trying in other places. Still I was committed. I handed Elle her mp3 player and we hooked the players up; this way we would have a little music entertainment to mix with our island adventure on two wheels. The Von Ehrics CD was the perfect companion! We placed our helmets on and gave each other thumbs up. Then we fired up the steel ponies and just pressed play…

Loaded is the third full length release from this strong Dallas, Texas trio, and just as strong and hardchargin’ as their first release. The Von Ehrics are a nice taste of Texas for when it comes to music collaboration. The group takes their influence and love of honky tonk roots, outlaw country and flavor it with a full season blend of cow punk and road tested southern rock. Their brand of music and songwriting are never far away from good times in life translated over into music. There are no holds barred for the good time that the band and their music provide. It is truly rowdy and rockin’ in this ten track release clocking in at 35 minutes. There are a few standout songs on the CD, but it is best enjoyed from start to finish so one can truly appreciate the melding of tempo and melodies per song, much like the ups and downs commonly experienced throughout life.

Tales of all night drinking, one night stands, and road worn exhaustion follow suit in the lyrics, just as previous releases and still just as enjoyable with the humor embedded within. Robert Jason Vandygriff’s vocals feature just enough Texas drawl for country and blade sharp edge of rock for his own style. The rhythm section, which is bassist Wayne Mosely and skinmaster Gabe Alguilar, along with Vandygriff’s guitar work provide blistering music that fits with the flow and the lyrics of each tune.  Built on upbeat train rhythm tempos, rowdy and articulate bass and guitar stylings, along with the tales of all night partying, Loaded is the new party soundtrack!  This recording shows the focal point of this Texas trio honing their skill of combining old school influence with modern updates. Loaded goes by just as quick as some of the songs, but that’s a good reason to press repeat as to enjoy it all over again!!

The title track Loaded is a perfect example of compiling The Von Ehrics’s solid sound. It’s rowdy and upbeat stride are dominate before breaking into a raw groove for the chorus, and then back upon the tempo speed wagon. Their cover of Billy Joe Shaver’s Old Chunk of Coal gets a makeover well needed and goes a faster cow punk beat all the while not straying from its honky tonk origin. It’s much better than the 80s version made popular by John Anderson. Keeping up with Vandrygriff’s signature vocals of enjoying a tasty beverage blended with humor and fueled entirely on their rockier side of their music is Buy Me a Drink. The vocals are just as sharp as the guitar licks with a powerful rhythm foundation. It is a pleasure for the hardcore fan and a good introduction to the band for newcomers to just kick back with a drink and listen to the texture of lead and rhythm guitar clash into a beautiful pattern.

Loaded is a release that fits almost any given situation. It’s a die hard spirit that will not and cannot be tamed, possessing a raw energy that is hard to imagine. The powers of the three musicians that make up The Von Ehrics are more enjoyable than what a five piece band could only wish they could create. I guess it helps to be true to what you know and possessing the personality to stay true in doing so…

And did I mention I could use a drink?

    

An hour of high powered cycling entertainment ended just in time for me. I had eaten enough dust and gathered a couple of grated skin trying to catch some big air (which I did). Fortunately, there were no broken bones but just a little bruising; that I could live with! That’s what I get for trying to impress and compete with the experienced Brit.

We both agreed that the Von Ehrics’ music was an appropriate music choice for our outing, fueling the adrenalin during the dirt dobbing cycle fest. Also, at this point, it was time to return to the resort for a much needed massage and shower before dinner. A massage would do this body some damn good…

For dinner we joined hundreds of our resort guests beachside for a nice luau and a dinner. I enjoyed my tuna steak topped with roasted macchodamia nuts and accompanied by asparagus while Elle had the pork steak and a pineapple mango salsa that flared more flavor. Soon after we sat at the bonfire on the beach while serenaded by acoustic traditional Hawaiian music. She rested her head on my shoulder getting lost in the combination from the sound of the music and the waves. Then she whispered in my ear, “I have another surprise for you.”

I hesitated to respond, more out of fear now, but inquired anyway. After all, this was new to me, having three surprises in a single day. And I do so enjoy the attention and care giving! “Come with me, “she ordered, grabbing me by the hand and leading me down the beach…away from the light…

We walked for quite some time, treasuring the night sky and the crashing of the waves, until we had reached our destination... The two of us walked off the beach and up to the strip. We entered the strip and it did not take long to figure out we were there to do clothes shopping or play games and sing karaoke, but there for a tattoo; it was the only place left! Elle had only one tattoo, and it covered her entire back, whereas I was a clean canvas, unsure if I even wanted one. But I had to get one, according to Elle. It would be our vacation souvenir together. I knew what I wanted as did she, but refused to tell one another, giving way to yet another surprise. She walked away with one artist as I did with another…

A couple of hours later I looked down at my right bicep and there was my tat: The state seal of Texas emblazed with the Union jack. It was covered with a bandage and I walked over to the recliner in which Elle was stretched out. Since her ink was recently finished, it was exposed, and Elle proudly presented me with her tat: a barbwire band with “British Cowgirl, Texas Royalty” within it. Her other tattoo was in a circular font around her pierced belly button which read “Property of Dr. Dollicious”…How proud was I? A new nickname on the ribbed ripped belly of a beauty!! Now it was my turn. I slowly peeled back the bandage from my arm and presented her with my ink; she totally loved the combination of the Union Jack with the Texas insignia!

Patched up and a little sore, we paid and left the strip back for the beach, which seemed to call our names back and forth. Elle and I decided we had done plenty for the day and most of the night. Besides, rubbing Neosporin on our tattoos while watching Elvis movies sounded like a good night to us….Blue Hawaiian? Anyone?