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 Dayton Texas Texas Dayton
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
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