About Me
MelonHeadMan are a southern rock, three guitar, boogie band. Led by Simon Savage, singing songs about bad doctors, medicine men, and wild-hearted women.
We love our Southern Boogie with a passion. The high energy shows that we put on ebb and flow like an electric rattlesnake in water. We dig bands such as Lynyrd Skynyrd, Black Oak Arkansas and Molly Hatchet, and now in the twenty-first century you’ve got us playing our own brand of boogalizing, highly entertaining, southern rock.
"I grew up immersed in southern rock" says singer and songwriter Simon Savage. "When I was a kid my brothers would play southern boogie to me all day long so it could only have gone two ways - love it or hate it - I took the former option."
And why MelonHeadMan?
In 2002 i decided to call my new band after a song i’d written in 1994 called MelonHeadMan. By a strange coincidence there’s a myth from Kirtland, Ohio in the States regarding a Dr Crow, who was given a Govt grant in the 1940’s to experiment on people with Hydrocephalism.
Dr crow was an evil, vicious, malevolant and bonkers to boot kinda man, with no time for social pleasantries, and he also smelt like an old bus.
He conducted terrible experiments on these people, making them watch reruns of Noel Edmunds House Party and injecting their heads with water, causing them to swell to ridiculous proportions. Which is funny ’cos a lot of bands i’ve played with in the past suffered from swollen heads. Anyway, one day the surviving patients snapped, beat, pummeled and tore him apart and then for good measure ate him.
After setting fire to his lab they fled into the surrounding woods, living a wild and feral lifestyle, glimpsed only occasionally in town on a Thursday morning cashing their Social security cheques. These creatures over the years came to be known as the Melon Heads.
These days they tend to spend their time scaring courting teenagers or sometimes ganging up and mugging an underage fox that has had the misfortune to wander onto their turf.
Well that’s my version anyway. Actually the Doctor didn’t die, feeling put out that he’d been dry gulched by some MelonHeadMen, he turned to drinking too much tea and listening to Southern Boogie Bands from the 1970’s. With his band in tow he rampaged across the southlands of America hiding behind guises such as the Crow Man, and the law enforcement officer Bad Bob.
In his diaries he wrote.."This music is in my blood; I love the almost semi-mythical aura of the bands that have influenced me. You could imagine these bands hauling into town on horses and leaving a trail of rock and roll disciples in their wake."
So park up your horse and come on down to Boogie City for some good time rock and roll......
