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I was not there when they made this at “Joe’s Dome” a geodysic south of Columbia, MO.  Was there for a few late night live privates/after bars b4 and afterwards.   Knew the harp player, at the time, with red sockcap Paul Webber, from some good organic farming work together.  I was 25 yrs older than most,  but can say that nothing bad or scary ever happened to the youngun’s despite their wildness.   Lots of good foods and hugs if anything went wrong.

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With this article we have reached the end, for now, of The Saga. If you want to catch up, here’s Part 1 , Part 2 , and Part 3.

So after my guitar buddy was sentenced to a year in jail for that weed thing. He had a girlfriend and a baby at this time, so he got Huber Release [Huber is commonly referred to as “work release”, but it extends well beyond just employment] from jail for child care, and his girlfriend would be working while he got to spend time with the kids. Well I would go there and hang out after work with him and jam and shit and then he would leave to go back to jail for the night when his girlfriend got home. I was in love with her so I would stay there with her. That worked out great for the longest time, till he got done with his sentence.

Then he found out what was going on, he could only see her in passing, if she was there he couldn’t be there, so like I say this is a crazy world. Anyways there was a party going on there one night, and when he got drunk he started bitching about me and her, and he was saying “Do you really want to leave this for him?” and he whipped his dick out. Thing is, the babysitter that they had hired to watch the kids during the party was in the room and she was a 16 year old girl, she called the cops and he went away for a long time. I ended up with a restraining order from him and his girlfriend so that fucked everything up and I didn’t see any of those people for a few years after that.

Then about five years later I am married off to a different woman and have two sons, I never got my daughter back, but I know her now and she loves me and I love her so it works out in the end. But when I was married I had a studio room in our house and I had a Tascam 4-track recorder thing and would jam out in there all the time. One day I came across this cassette labelled June 30, 1993 and remembered that was that band and that was a 4-track, so I played it and low and behold these songs I am sharing with you are on there.

Now I had not heard these songs for five years or so and kind of forgotten about them. Then I am watching the TV on Halloween, the news is on. They are doing a report about registered sex offenders handing out halloween candy against the law, ’cause they are not supposed to have any contact with kids. And what do I see, the news cameras are following some kids live on TV to the door of a registered sex offender, they knock on the door, trick or treat! And my buddy the runaway guitar guy answers the door, the cops come in and say “That’s him” and jump on top of him and arrest him right there on live TV. I’m like fuck, wow, I just found that tape, and now this.

So I go onto the internet and see if i can find his number since i know what city he lives in now, and sure enough I find it. I wait about a week, and give it a call, he answers the phone, I don’t say anything and I play one of these songs for him. When it’s done, he says “Who is this, where did you get that?” And I told him it was me, and hes like “Sleazy! All right! Let’s get together”. So he comes and visits my house a week or so later, he was only in jail for the night on a PO hold, but the TV made it look bad, but he has a new band, actually two of them. He is a drummer in one of them and plays guitar in the other, they are both instrumental bands, with no singing.

As he is checking out where I live, which was a nice house on the shore of Lake Michigan. I had my own private beach and it was awesome, anyways, he’s like we should have a party here and have my bands play and I know other bands. So knowing me, that’s what we did. We had an awesome party with three live bands in my back yard, a big old bonfire on the beach, had a great time, At the end of the show my guitar friend buttfucked his bass player right there in front of everyone, like what the fuck. I don’t know what the hell that was. I didn’t see him again for ten years after that.

The next time I saw him was at my friend Verle’s house. I don’t know what he was doing there, but him and his girlfriend were looking for a ride, and being me, I gave them a ride to her place. They invited me in so I went in, and they were all wacked out on crack cocaine. They had a couple of hits each there for themselves and when that was gone, his girlfriend is saying “Who can i sell my pussy to, so we can get some more?”. That was time for me to go. And I haven’t seen him since. It’s too bad, he used to be a good dude. But like I keep saying, life is crazy. Last time I talked to him that night he told me he had completely gave up the guitar and he only plays drums now.

It’s a shame. He was a great guitar player, I dare say he may have been even better than Hendrix. The guitar solo in this one is tremendous, if that isn’t a bitchin guitar solo starting around 3:30, I don’t know what a bitching guitar solo is!

Here’s “Not Cool”.

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So after my runaway friends moved away I finished school and got a job and a woman and we were living together and she got pregnant, so we were going to get married. I had lost touch with that guitar playing kid that was staying in my basement, being busy with life and all. So anyways, one day I come home from work and my fiance and my daughter is gone and so is all of our things, she fucking moved out while I was working and left town. That was fucking crazy man, fucking through me for a loop. Then I find out that she ran off with my little brother. What the fuck. Life sure sucks sometimes, anyways. I got depression going on there for a while, and I was going through the courts trying to get my daughter back and working and really nothing else, just sitting at home feeling sorry for myself.

One day at a gas station filling my tank, there’s that guitar guy that used to live in my basement when he was a runaway. We had always got along great and shit so we get to talking and he says he is having a party at his house tonight and he invites me over. So I figure what the fuck, instead of sitting home alone I decide to go to the party, Wouldn’t you know, his party is like 6 guys and 20 women. I had the time of my life.

Come to find out that he has a party like that damn near every night. So I ended up over there almost every night of the week from then on. I remember he had a girlfriend named Tuesday, and she was hot, but then he broke up with her to go out with this chick named Wednesday. It was that kind of scene. Like falling into a barrel of titties. No matter what you got a nipple in your mouth. Umm, where was I going with this, Oh yeah, so he has these roommates that have a metal band and he is putting together his own band. This was the music shack, a couple of bands living together and a whole bunch of women hanging around. And me. LoL. It was a wild and crazy scene.

That got me out of my depression. Then my ex-fiance comes back to me begging forgiveness and cause of my daughter I take her in. That didn’t last, as you can expect, but life doesn’t come with instructions. So I do my best. But now I have reconnected with my guitar friend and I still go and hang out with him every time he has band practice, it’s the only chance I get to listen to these songs. They gave me a nickname, “Sleazy Snake”, LoL, I don’t know why, but that’s what they called me. Or just “Sleazy” for short. I’ll never forget the one time I brought my girlfriend over there with me, some chick that I knew there calls me “Sleazy” and I could tell by the look in her eye that she was trying to get a rise out of the one I was with. I fell in love with that one. The one who called me “Sleazy”. Only problem was she was dating that guitar player. But he would come over to my house and bring me out to the bars and pick up some chick and bring her back to my apartment to fuck her or whatever, so when he did that I would go to his house and fuck her. What a crazy world, man.

I don’t know why I’m typing all this, maybe to show you that we were pretty damn close friends and I didnt ask him for permission to share these tunes. I figure it’s better to ask forgiveness than ask permission sometimes, and this is one of those times. So here is another song from them, the “Drum Solo Tune”.

Editor Note: The Saga continues. Be sure to tune in next week.

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Back when I was a junior in High School, my mom and my step dad got divorced, and my step dad moved out. I had two brothers, one of them went to live with one set of my grandparents, the other one went to live with my other grandparents. Then my mom moved in with her new boyfriend. I was left all alone in the house. My mom would come by every couple of weeks and bring food over.

Soon enough my friends found out about this arrangement, and I would have girls over and tell them they could have a party if they cleaned the house. So my friends and I would all pitch in on beer and I had girls to do the cleaning for me, It was really ideal for a 17 year old boy at the time.

One day one of my friends brings over this younger guy, he as like 14 or 15, and told me that he was a guitar player and he knows my brother. I had just got my first guitar not too long before this. So I was a novice, but this kid had been playing since he was 7 or 8 and was terrific. It turned out that he was a runaway, and he wanted a place to hide out so I let him live in my basement for a couple months, just told him to make sure and hide if my mom comes over, cause she did once in a while.

Then after some friends found out that he was living there, a couple more kids ran away from home and were staying there with me. I wasn’t lonely even though my whole family left. One day one of them comes in with a couple of pounds of weed, he was out in the woods and had stumbled on to someones grow operation and took it and brought it to my house. He sets it on the kitchen table. The table is covered six inches deep with weed, when all of a sudden there is a knock on the door.

You could see the front door from the kitchen table and it had three little rectangle windows in the front door, as I looked at it I see some guys face. The guy that brought the weed, sweeps it all off of the table and out of sight from the front door and says thats my social worker.

Fuck

I hope he didn’t see that, but he had to. He’s banging on the door, so all the runaways go hide in the basement.

I go to the door. The guy says he is looking for “so and so”, who is in the basement, but I lied and said they weren’t there, I don’t know who that is. Then the social worker guy says I know what I saw on your table and tries to push his way into the house. I wasn’t having any of that and shoved him down off the porch and locked the door on him. He proceeds to walk around the house and to try to come up to the patio door, which is right by the kitchen table, and the floor over there is covered in weed that he can’t see from the front door. So i go outside and keep pushing him off of the deck, not letting him get anywhere near the patio door. Finally he gives up and says “I’m going to go get the cops”, and he left. I made them clean up all that weed and gather up their weed and get out of there. I never had any more runaways stay there. The cops never showed up,

Anyways, that young kid runaway guitar player that was living in my basement had this songs riff wrote when he lived there with me back in the 80s. Here it is with singing. I think the guitar solo is awesome, you could say it’s bitchin!

Only So Long

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Back in the early 90’s a good friend had this band and he wrote the songs and they were awesome. They worked on those songs for a good year or so, and I was there just hanging out listening to them damn near every time they played. They finally got to where they felt they had it down enough to play live for the people, and they played one gig at a bar beside a small lake and they blew the people away. I’m dancing and singing along and the people in the crowd are asking me “Who the fuck are those guys? Why don’t I know who these guys are? Where can I get their record?” People were just standing there with their mouths hanging open, totally awestruck. It was cool as hell.

Then my buddy the guitar player got busted selling weed, and he turned around and wore a wire and set up the lead singer, who he was getting the weed from. And that was the end of that band. They never played together again, as you can probably imagine.

About a year or so ago, another good friend stopped by one night and brought over three cd’s with music from that band, he would come and watch them with me half the time, as he was good friends with that guitar player too and he knew they were fucking awesome. It was basically me and this other friend that brought the cd’s, and the band and the guitar players girlfriend, that are the only people in the world that know these songs.

So I am going to share a couple of songs with you all from that band. This first one I will share is an instrumental they played, they never had words for it. This was recorded live in the basement on July 30th 1993, so the sound quality isn’t the greatest. It was really just band practice, but I think you can hear what I mean about them.

Check it out, it’s called “Cold Taco”.

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It has been reported that Dickey Betts’ operation has been successful. You can see the full article here. (Don’t mouse-over that link!)

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I know they were not cool,  as not really punk or new wave.  Kinks,  Who, Small Faces were out of favor in ’78.  But he was also really accomplished at playing Motown soul.  Paul Weller could actually play lead and rythym  on his Schecter at same time, but the bass ties it all together in a 3-piece.

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