One day at the end of november 2006, two musicians met at a crossroad way out on the countryside in southern Sweden. One of them was standing there, vacantly staring out into infinty, not a thought in his pretty little head. The other one was peeing on an electrical fence, and just as the 1200 volts was flowing through his body, it hit him; I have to form a country band. After meticously washing himself in the yellow snow, the electrical fence pisser took the vacantly eyed by the hand, pulled him into his pickup and leisurely headed for the big city.
“I have an ideaâ€, said the electrical fence-pisser.
“Count me inâ€, said the vacantly eyed.
There and then, without warning, a seed was planted.
In another part of the county, in a sleazy, no rights bar, a third musician was sitting, sulking. He had just been fired from a project and was now down to being a member of mere seven bands.
“Besides, I’ve got a stupid middle name and Madonna’s old head set in my pocketâ€, he pondered while downing a meatball sub.
Little did he know that five minutes later an Audi pickup would appear on the bar parking lot; an event that would change the life of the meatball sub eater forever.After another four subs, and just as many words uttered between the three musicians, the country duo was a trio. The pickup headed on for the big city, and didn’t stop until they realized that three just wasn’t enough. The gods were good on this day, as a fourth, beret wearing musician was lying by the side of the road, a thrashed guitar in hand.
“That’s our guyâ€, said the electrical fence pisser.
“Yiiihaaaaâ€, the others responded.
The beret wearer didn’t say a word. He just took his guitar and jumped up on the truck. Stray Dawgz was born and the city of Växjö woke up out of its ten year old indie, glam and metal lethargy.And if you look really close when travelling through your hometown, chances are you might catch a glimpse of a gang of four, loaded with country songs about broken hearts, beer, God and Satan, standing around, peeing in a corner near you…
