Devils Right Hand

GAMETIME!! Thirsty Thursday is upon us...Practice tonight, Red Eyed Fly tomorrow night and Clicks in San Antonio on Saturday night. Gonna be one helluva weekend and I'm getting my gameface on.

Scheduled Studio time @ Sugar Hill in Houston for the end of this month...so hold onto your panties boys and girls...new SSP will be floodin the streets very soon. Also in the works is our first Music Video...this could be my break into my acting career!! Despite the fact that I'm not even acting in it...I feel my spirit will bleed into the video!!

So this is a cool show we have set up for tomorrow night, we're doing a raffle for:
-SSP Merch
-Butcherwhite Merch
-Red Eyed Fly Shirt / Hat
-Jager Schwag
-Restaurant Gift Cards
-2 Tickets for Motorheads show @ Stubbs March 16.

So I think that will be cool...I know I'd drop a couple bucks to buy a couple raffle tickets for those prizes...plus you get one for just showing up!

So I have in the past discussed books I read...for enjoyment as well as other things. I recently picked up, "Hardcore Troubadour: The Life and Almost Death of Steve Earle" and must say, so far it's good. When I was driving to the gym, I was thinking what all I knew about Steve Earle...and obviously the first thing that came to my mind was his song, "Copperhead Road".






Then I thought more about it and other songs came to mind...I didn't know where he was from...actually was born in VA (his father was in the military) and ended up in Texas. His grandfather was from Texas and when Steve was born, he mailed a tin full of Texas soil so that the first dirt his feet touched would be from the Lonestar state...I thought that was pretty cool.

So the more I thought about it, I searched the foggy, cob-webbed hallways of my life thinking about Steve Earle and a sudden memory flashed itself before my eyes like a drunk college freshman @ Mardi Gras ...

When I was younger...probably 10-12 years old, can't pinpoint it, I was laying on the couch in my living room in WV watching TV...my Dad and some friends were sitting in the kitchen drinking cheap beer and telling cheaper stories...when all of a sudden...during the "Little Boy Picking the Banjo" scene of Deliverance my Pops walks in and changes the channel and says, "Boy you need to watch this ... his name is Steve Earle and he can pick that guitar" So...out with Deliverance and in with Steve Earle...

Had you told me at that time that one day I would be in Austin Texas, with Snake Skin Prison, writing a blog about how I was reading Steve Earle's Biography...I would have probably looked at you stranger than I looked at my dad when he changed it off Deliverance...

"Where'd all those songs come from?"
"Life unfortunately..."

Keep it Real...Real SAFE!

MB