As his black camaro bullets into the night, across the Texas asphalt, Eddit Habbit grips the wheel, and takes a pull off a bottle of crown, then passes it to Bong Scott, his former cell mate, and current co-pilot on this whiskey soaked hellride. The duo met in prison, Scott doing time for conspiracy to mud wrestle a minor, Habbit serving 5 to 10 for beating his roadie to death with a guitar, while high on pcp; Eddie was also busted for running a meth lab out of his basement. The gruesome twosome made parole in the same week, and went looking for a band to help them "sell the soul of rock-n-roll." They caught up with bassist John Paul Jonesin drying out from a two-week peyote bender, shacking up in a cold water flat in Deep Ellum with famed drummer Ringo Straw. John Paul and Ringo had just made bail after getting busted selling animal porn to local funeral directors. The four made a pact, to forge a new rock-n-roll sound, that can only be described as "loud, proud, and well-endowed." This was the beginning, and the resurrection of rock-n-roll. Look for the sign!
LOU REYNOLDS 06 ottobre 2005 01:36
