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Wednesday, January 19, 2011

V is for Victory

Well if it isn't my favorite faithful reader! I hope your week is going as good as mine and your weekend was as rocking as well. Friday night the SSP posse gathered for some dirt, liquor, and cigarettes, a slap in the face, a shoulder shiver...and mass amounts of fun for Keith's Bday. Saturday was an excellent turn out for The Scoot Inn. I don't know about you guys (those that got to attend) but I dig that spot, I can definitely see an SSP show on that nice outdoor stage when the weather breaks!

So in thinking about what I wanted to write about today, I was slapped in the face with something that truly gets under my skin...but yet is a necessary evil here in the good ol' music entertainment business.

So...let me quiz you...

-What was the name of the band that won the contest to open for Motley Crue on their tour??...don't Google it...remember Guitar Center was helping promote??...remember?? well...neither do I. So I'm wondering what good it was to relentless push and promote that contest...and in the words of my dad, "If a frog had wings he wouldn't bust his ass!"

So why do I bring that up you ask? Well this is a huge pisser to me, when companies, bands, whoever pitch these "contests" to the ever starving for anything musician/band. Tour with Motley, Open for Kiss, Record with Slash...by dangling these golden carrots in front of a determined individual/band, in return they promote the EF out of the company/band/contest...something like this, :

"Hey...help Joe and the Jack Offs open for Ozzy on the Moon...just vote everyday all day at CorporateAmericaSucks.com and make sure your friends do as well!"

Now, I myself also did the same thing, hounded, pounded and pestered the most cherished and important treasure we have as a band...YOU...and for what? To shove someone else's product down your throat in hopes of you voting for my band. After about 5 of these ridiculous outings I woke up and smelt the vasoline...no Longer will I be a Slave to the Grind and explode your inbox with requests to visit guitarcenter.com and vote!...

So if I or Snake Skin Prison ask you to vote for us, it's for something important, meaningful, and legit. Every year the Austin Chronicle holds it's Music Poll, and every year I'm amazed at the results. Regardless, I would feel like I'm doing SSP a disservice if I didn't try...so take a quick second, hit the link and vote for SSP :)

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As always, thank you for your time...SSP is off this weekend, but getting geared up for next weekend @ The Dirty Dog!!

It's been real, and it's been fun...but it ain't been real fun!

Love Yas!

PS: that band was called The Last Vegas...I googled it :) \m/

Friday, January 14, 2011

Hillbilly Batteries

"Moonshine!! Now that shit'll make ya piss the bed!" -I will leave this person Nameless

I realized I haven't put up a blog since Dec 22!! That's way too long, for you see faithful reader, I just have gallons of information to dump on you ;).

Christmas was awesome, I spent it in Austin as I did New Years. I mean, where else would you want to go for New Years?? The moon maybe, that might be cool, if you could get enough friends to go...either way...I just recently got back from a trip to the Motherland.

Monroe County, West Virginia...God's Country. I remember when I was little, I asked my mom if Tornado's would come to Peterstown and she pointed out the window to the mountains and said, "Those mountains will protect you, they won't let anything bad in..."

I still get that feeling, when I drive down Main Street...home.

HOME!

It feels good, if you've never left your home, then you might not understand, but if you have left home...you know exactly what I'm talking about. I love going home, cause it reminds me who I am, where I'm from, and what I'm doing all this for.

See...you might come to a show and see the 100...200...and think...man SSP has a strong following they are doing really good. Well, I have an entire town backing me, and that my friend makes you feel good. Every time I go home it's like charging the batteries...my Hillbilly Batteries!!

Watching people smile as you tell them stories, hearing people play your music, seeing people wear your shirt...but not because they have to...but because they want to.

People ask me if I ever think I'll move back to Peterstown, West Virginia...and I respond: "As soon as they get a Red Eyed Fly!!" :)

I just did an interview with Lonestar Metal Magazine, and he asked me what my favorite experience with SSP was...and I could've told about Keef pee'ing in the ice machine...or Marc getting us back from a 4 hour destination in 2...or about me sticking a Viking Horn in my crotch and pokin girls in the rear...much to the disagreement of several suitors on hand :) ...

That's all fun...trust me...but it's about the music and about the people...the People in Monroe County...the People in Austin TX...the People EVERYWHERE...when we play a song and I see people in the crowd singing along...it truly warms my heart...as cliché as that sounds...it really does. No Matter how far I am from home...be it my Austin home or WV home.

I'm huge on Family and not just blood...but our SSP Family...and that's deeper than me and Keith and Marc. With out the people that support SSP we'd be playing our music to empty ears.

There's strength in numbers. Period. We stick together and everything will work out fine, it's when you are all alone you are the most vulnerable.

So...I thank you for your support...without you, I don't even want to know where I would be...

So...with my Hillbilly Batteries charged, come out and help me Celebrate Keef's 23rd Bday!! We have some tricks up our sleeve for this show...I doubt any of you have seen before. SSP takes the stage @ 11p-1145p then it's drinky poo time!!

Keef's Bday Show

If you're not in ATX this weekend...then don't you fret...




SSP is getting geared up to rip through Texas like a Twister through a Trailer Park.

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