..PLEASE NOTE: We know how to spell "Doc Holliday" but the name with 2 L's is taken by some forgotten, and terrible rock band that would probably love to sue us, since no one remembers them. We reside as "Doc Holiday"!..
"Looking down at my boots as I walk the gap between what buildings and buisnesses happen to be left, I think about my life and the way it has been. Living life by the book, so to speak. Being like everyone else is what your supposed to do around here in this neck of the woods. No family any different than the rest. I ask myself, what I am doing here on a night like this and I cannot seem to answer because every night is the exact same. The rain pours and the clouds dance as I walk myself to the doors of the ever so familiar saloon, only to enjoy another night of booze-soaked poker games with my deteriorating friends."
"I walked in and it seemed as if it was a usual night. Regular bartender serving the usual rounds to the usual guests. Half-assed ladies, dancing around in hopes of going home with the highest roller at the end of the night. Small hand of outsiders, gazing around for the next fight or fling. Out of the corner of my eye, I notcie a rather large group of commoners heaving over what appears to be a decent game of poker going on. I approach the bartender to order my drink and before I could get there, he already had it on the counter for me. I tossed a well rounded coin in his direction and turned my attention towards the circus ahead of me. I walked over to take a peek at what was so glamorous about all of this and there sat a gentleman whose personality and posture sent question marks to my head as if I had met the parents I never had."
"There he sat with one arm around his satin she-devil and the other free to do whatever he needed to do to let it be known that he was the one person in the room that you do not fuck with. His eyes were cold and sinister, only gazing upon those in the room who he deemed a threat. His facial hair was trimmed up as if he kept a barber close by at all times, just in case his moustache fell too far into his scotch glass. His skin was as white as your worst memory at a recent funeral and his suit was clean, crisp, and smelled of potent and expensive aftershave. His lady was the finest in all of the room and the chips in front of him were stacked to his chest. Now I could see why everyone was crowding around the table. Who was this fellow and why was he here?"
"I sat back and finished my drink and started to look at the people around him. Some were in awe after seeing his charismatic antics. Others were downright discusted by his charm, weatlh, and luck. I order another drink and approached the table again, only this time making my way closer to the action. I could hear the conversation at the table now, which was even harder than before, being that everyone was yelling and slamming their glasses together like it was New Years Eve. I noticed that as the game went on, this man was constantly ridiculed and mocked by the people he was playing. They would speak to him in sarcastic tongues and curse him again and again but the beauty was that the man never broke a sweat. In fact, he replied with the utmost satisfaction that what he was about to say was going to crawl right up the other person's spine. I admired that."
"Being a gunslinger and taking preide in what I do, I decided that I had enough of all of this. There is only a certain amount of time that a person can sit in a room with someone who is being flourished without feeling a bit of envy or greed in the process. I walked to the bar and ordered another round and the place seemed to grow louder. I slammed it down and dusted myself off. This man never looked at me once and as far as he sees things, there are way too many eyes on him to be worrying about little ol' me. I tilted my hat down and hid my eyes as I approached the table. Smoking this wealthy fellow will surely bring me fame and more importantly, women."
"There is one moment in your life where everything stops for one second and you have all the time in the world to think about your life and your choices. The whole time you walked around living, you never tried to change what you could make better and you don't realize it until it is too late. Before I could even lift my hat up enough to look that man in the eyes, Doc Holiday had a bullet planted right between them quicker than I could ever be ready for it. All I have now is my soul and my thoughts. I cannot see anything. I cannot hear anything. I'm just another lone cowboy who crossed paths with the devil and tried to take over hell, and got smoked. Just me and my thoughts now. It's like closing your eyes and making your own music. Making your own rock and roll band. Making Doc Holiday."
Doc Holiday started around March of 2008 in an attempt to put everything we loved about metal and music into one beauty. Having suffered many things the hard way in previous projects, we as a band have learned from our mistakes and created something more secure and downright "happy" for ourselves. We all listen to a wide variety of music and there is never telling what is to come next. We tend to make things progressive, yet we do not try to control that. Our music is very aggressive and passionate. We try to deliver an onslaught on and offstage and our sense of humor is very offensive. We are your textbook metal band complete with crude behavior, massive chemical intake, huge sexual drive and harassment database, jaw dropping stage antics and typical garage metal appearance. (All without sounding textbook that is.)
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