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Skunky Precious

About Me

Shit, Ah've been a'ramblin' fer yers n'yers now. Yewsta play poncho fer Yuck Falls til thet thing wit' the snake and all thet bobbycue sauce n' them nekkid girls a'screamin' n' carryin on so n' thet feller what had no legs n' his dog a'bitin' thet udder feller's moustache damn near off, n' thet lumberjack what set he's pantleg a'fahr, n' he'sa hollern tew, screamin' lok thet. Ne'er saw the damn like...Ah'm a'hollern on mah own now. Tew manna crazies fer me, n' Ah cain't 'ford ta drinknuff ta stay sane. Been ta jail, wit shit on the walls and thet feller what haddat head shaped like a peanut and the big transvestite, 'N AH'LL GEHBACK TEW, DAMN YER EYES!...lordy, n all fer the sake of country music... Why don't yew buy sum my Stuff? Git yerself sum Authenticate David S. Lewis, Country Music Legend Stuff! EVER-BODY NEEDS STUFF, DAYMIT! YEW DO TEW! DAYMIT!

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 23/09/2007
Band Website: ain't this gud'nuff fer you? shet.
Band Members: Vocals: Skunky Precious
Banjo: Skunky Precious
Guitar: Skunky Precious
Dobro: Skunky Precious
Stompin': Skunky Precious
Field Hollerin': Skunky Precious
Influences: Roscoe Holcomb, Riley Baugus, Hank, Johnny, Waylon, Merle, Lester and Earl, Homer and Jethro...Marty Robbins, Dock Boggs, Donny Donuts and his chest hair, shit, ol' JD n Paintin' Q. Public, Big Tiny Tall Saddle and his mommydaddy what don't like us, Mad Dog, PBR n' other likwid golds, my brother's dog what's got them bad allergies and eats the shit out the catbox eff'n ya letim, Dr. Ralph Stanley, the whole Carter famly 'cludin' Jimmy, Mah Gret-Ont Ermeline n Mah Gret-Onkl Everett, n the crick what runs neckst to the house wher sumun in Mah famly drowns damn ner ever' year...Big Bill Monroe n aller em udder hillbillas what holler music at em goddamn 'Mericans what doant never lissen, stupid sonsabitches. Damn you, Lissen! Her me? Lissen! Damn you!
Sounds Like: stuff gettin drunk and fallin' offa stuff, mostly. tractor collisions, hounds dyin' in the woods, ol ladies whuppin on'air daddies, biscuits and sausage gravy makin' folks gassy in the mornin'...old men hollerin' obsenties atside the church n you doant know what they's yellin' about n ya doant effn ya should lissen n fand out er jus cut n run n terrer. sounds mer-er-less like aller thet.
Record Label: The Art of Mann
Type of Label: Indie

My Blog

New Songs

Y'all, go check the three new songs on mah profile.  It's a pre-view look at my debut album, coming out in december. 
Posted by on Fri, 24 Oct 2008 21:35:00 GMT

Rumblings in the Belly, or, The Legend of Skunky Precious

Whoo-ee, fellers n ladies.  Been a whall since Ah last spoke at yew.  I jist played the Wool Festival in Falmouth, Kentucky, with acclaimed recording artists Sarah Asher and V Mann.  Do...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Oct 2008 02:55:00 GMT

David S. Lewis, Country Music Legend Surfaces Deep Behind the Yankee Lines

Wail, ah'ma bit Con-fused here.  Ah had me sumthe Gin Likker, 'n blaicked out fer roundabouts a month, 'n woke up deep in the New-York.  A Black Ba'r was likkin' on mah face, 'n it war a Lad...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Apr 2008 11:24:00 GMT

Ah sit here in mah Dumb House ’n Ah’m sa Maid Ah could whup a Srainyer

Ah jist ranned 'cross the dumbest shet, a countrystarsonline.com site what said they wouldnay talk at me a'cause I hadnay a werbsite of mah own.  Ah wrote 'em thisyair email so 'at they ainta say...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Mar 2008 21:21:00 GMT

Ah sit here in mah Dumb House ’n Ah’m sa Maid Ah could whup a Srainyer

Ah jist ranned 'cross the dumbest shet, a countrystarsonline.com site what said they wouldnay talk at me a'cause I hadnay a werbsite of mah own.  Ah wrote 'em thisyair email so 'at they ainta say...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Mar 2008 21:21:00 GMT

So fuckin’ Mad

Yew sonsabitches...Ah'm reel drunk onna Natty Lights 'n Ah doan n'longa givvashit.  Ther's mer impertent shet than hearin' y'alls dumbness...ther's a preserdant what wants to holler atchew n' yew...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Dec 2007 00:15:00 GMT

How Can I Properly Mourn for Porter with this Goddamned Dog Farting?

Oh Christ...this is horrible.  I just found out about Porter; a great man passed on Sunday, for them of you's what ain't heard.  And as I sit here, ponderin the temporary condition of countr...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Nov 2007 21:29:00 GMT

David S. Lewis, Country Music Legend Merchandise

Click here 'n go look at aller shet yew kin buy with Mah face on't...panty thongers, tree ormanents, maternty blouses, dog shirts, shet...tell me what you think on't, tew, so I kin change anything tru...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Oct 2007 01:13:00 GMT

The Tour Continues...Fierce Battles with Arkansas Wildlife

I knew it would be erroneous to sleep in east Texas, so I pushed on through last night to Texarkana, Arkansas.  I slept peacefully, and so did everyone else, the chugging of the diesels more than...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Oct 2007 19:36:00 GMT

Country Music Legend Tour

I leave Austin, Texas today on the second leg on my CMLT. I have been living in the woods at the Enchanted Forest, scaring patrons of their month-long Haunted Forest schtick with hillbilly music and ...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Oct 2007 13:46:00 GMT