I am basically your average drunken' cowboy, punk wanna be rock star/preacher. My two first records that I was allowed to listen to, were Elvis Presley’s Golden Records, and Chuck Berry's "London Berry Blues", and I haven’t looked back since. And I am also pretty sure that on several occasions before I have passed out on "Brother Thompson's Perverted Corn Squeezin's", that I have had in-depth conversations with Hank Williams' ghost where he bestowed upon me the power of the "lonesome whine".
I am hoping to breath life into the ever expiring and reviving "Rockabilly/Psycobilly/Honky-Tonk Scene†that we so desperately need in SLC, and I am willing to kick the shit out of and send to perdition any of the snot nosed wanna be scenesters that generally drive any of the outsiders away from the music. (You know who you are!) It is not reserved solely for those of you who sport a pompadour, and flash your copycat tattoos, but for all who want to partake of the ever deviant, simplistic beauty that is "Rockabilly".
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