Tis the weekend of the Noise For Toys Benefit yet again my friends. Having lost track of the exact number of times we have done this thing but believing it to have been close to 20 I am calling it--yet again--the Umpteenth Annual NFT. Mr. Resistor was born in the Christmas season of 1982 as memory serves and played our first gig at a Christmas party at Waldo Peppers which is not called Qioutes, I think. Though it was not a beneft gig it was a three band show with some overlapping members. Along with Resistor was Ricky Rowell and a band I was in with the gone but not forgotten Pierce "Coldneck" Hodnette, Cresful "Corky" Reeves and Thomas "Aquinas" Dean that we called Blues From Another Planet. Somewhere around here I have some snapshots and, strangely enough, I look more like my son than myself. Time flies. Anyway, a quick review of the rules: Bring an unwrapped gift instead of a cover charge to the War Eagle Supper Club on Saturday night, December 22. The show will start at 9:30 or 10:00 depending on the number of folks there (!) and will be Resistor followed by Leeroi Dynamite and the John Bull Band. As was the case all those years ago there are overlapping members and will likely be stage raiders of various stripes. It should go well into the wee hours. Those attending early please be sure to use your manners as my parents will be there for the first time in probably ten years. Last time I recall my father dancing until he was soaked in sweat with Greta. We'll see if either of them have the gas left in the tank to repeat. The cash donations this year will go to the trust fund of Jeri Ward, daughter of Kelly Ward who died of a heart attack this Fall. Kelly was around way back in the day when the Rakes who later evolved into Resistor were playing at the Casino here in Auburn about 1980 and was always a joyful and sweet hearted guy. Every year it seems we put an old friend in the ground. The Supper Club's owner, John Brandt, lost his brother a couple years back, our drummer Dan lost his father this Fall and we all miss Becky Sparks, Leeroi Meadows and Chris Hinds just to name a few whose faces that used to grace us. Their absence makes me cherish the ones that still remain with their new lines and greying and/or thinning hair. We are all very blessed to be able to get together and play this gig every Christmas and to reunite old freinds and lovers. Remember that the toys that we ultimately give to the AFD Toys for Tots drive can be for anyone from infant to teenager and they needn't always be brand new. Many of you have kids who have outgrown certain toys that would really make Christmas day for some kid. So, let's get together one more time and feel all right and help brighten the Season for someone less fortunate than oursleves and, believe me, they are many. Wishing you all a Merry Christmas and Peaceful and Happy New Year. Much love. BSubject: Leeroi Dynamite...Mr. Resistor Date: Sun, 25 Nov 2007 18:44:01 -0600
Hello Cybernauts, We can now all exhale with our ring for the sixth finger firmly in place (would that be the bird/war eagle finger on the second hand?) after the local college team's win in the Iron Bowl Saturday. Life can now proceed forward and we can focus on less important things like sustenance, world peace and exactly what will become of Lindsay and Britney. There is, however, one or two items that are a subset of the groups of important and non-important things we can focus on and those are A) Leeroi Dynamite appearing at Buffalos again this Thursday, November 29 like a troublesome cold sore that pops up to remind you of a deal of sorts made long ago that you thought was a thing of the past and yet still remains and B) similarly, the Mr. Resistor and the Incapacitators One Millionth Annual Noise for Toys Benefit Gala at the War Eagle Supper Club on Saturday, December 22. Mark them down in blood on your calendars or perhaps etch them into your inner forearm with a woodburning kit. You won't want to miss it! Concerning the Dynamite at Buffalos...by now you all know the drill. We should begin about 10:30 and play three healthy sets of swampabillyfunkatelekineticrockinspazjazz at the very day low price of free to the public. That's right. No cover. The price is right, regulated by the Council on Wage and Price Stability and adjusted to compensate for inflation, symptoms of euphoria and any costs involved with bodily injury incurred on the mean streets of Auburn as you and your herd of goats make their way to the pub. There is really little reason for you not to attend. Rotting fruit will be provided to pelt the band with in case they refuse your request for, say, You Light Up My Life by Debbie Boone or Louie Louie by Chuck Cochran. Anyway, we will see you there..all of you...and there will be a test. On the Resistor tip I'm just getting the word out early so you can mold your lives, hearts and souls around this sacred event. We should start ten or so with, at present, the musical lineup being Resistor, Dynamite and Square Bone with flexibility to bring in and subtract fellow artists. I think most of you know how this works but for those who do not...it is sort of a toys for tots thing where you bring an unwrapped as your cover charge. These are then turned over to the Auburn Fire Dept. who have a system to get them to the area's underprivileged kids. If you do not bring a toy there is a cover charge and that money this year will be put into a trust fund for the child of Kelly Ward who died of a heart attack this Fall. He was one of the Resistor...and even Rakes...family from way back when we first began blighting this town with our three chord pollutants. He will be missed for his sweet demeanor and ready smile. I will continue to pound you with info regarding this event in the coming month. So, that will be it for today. While our other guitarist Brennen madly chips away at his novel on Dust Bowl Vampires to the whirring of his unusually large table saw and happily bubbling vat of lava I will have to be content to get my literary mojo working in these bi-weekly solicitous diatribes. The world surely cowers in anticipation. Peace, love and amps on eleven. B.
Dear Sam, I do not like green eggs and spam, however and nevertheless, here is a bit of spam sans the green eggs (for those of you that are lactose intolerant) to yet again inform you that the Dyn-o-mite will be going off at Buffalos this Thursday (11-15-07) at around 10:30 in the hope that there are enough of you out there looking to have a blast to make it worth our collective whiles. I realize some of you have been pondering whether life is worth living after our beloved Tigers were defeated and defeated handily by the stinkin' Georgia Bulldogs. But, come down off those ledges. The buildings in this town aren't tall enough to kill but rather to only maim. Pull those revolvers away from your tormented brows. It could be worse. You could be Falcons fan like this dear narrator. Life goes on and it is sweet. Now, if we lose to Bama all bets are off and it might be advisable for the non-football fans to stay away from the walkways beneath Haley Center for a week or two. C'est la vie. We will likely be opening the night sans our rhythm section as my buddy, the Kang of Swang, will be employing them down in Montgomery with the John Bull Band until ten or so after which they will light up I-85 and arrive with yellow kerchiefs flailing, horse hooves pounding and trumpets blowing to save the day (we hope). In the mean time, Brennen, Chuck and myself will be getting in touch with our sensitve side as we explore the outer boundaries of drumless, bassless existence (hey, baseless existence...my picture is next to that in the dictionary!) and bamboozle our adoring public with "folksy tales" of our days with Huck Finn, Adolf Hitler and David Swanger. I always get the three confused but I think Hitler is the barefooted one. Anyway, Myra, if you are thinking of coming out for an early set...think again. I'd feel a lot better if you saw us with Grover manning the engine room from the jump. Twice in one lifetime of Bruce minus primal beat is more than should be expected of even the most kind of friends. So, in other news, apparently the book I am writing will not have the first words written again this week. Still doing research so hold that pose and choose your words with an ear for high drama. If you are considering quitting smoking you might want to put it off because when said book is made into film we all know that trails of smoke just give it that daring do devil may care ambience we all so enjoy. And for you ladies who dip snuff, well, you're lovely either way. Just do that voodoo that you do and don't change a thing! War Eagle, Semper Fi and butter me up and call me a biscuit cause it's gwine be a hot time in the old town Thursday night. B
That day has come....that every other Thursday kind of day where we, the members of Leeroi Dynamite and its affiliate franchises and circle of friends, do our thign at Buffaloes. The specific denotation for said event that actually only represents yet another feeble attempt by mankind to impose his weak will on reality is October 18 at around 10:30 PM. In the greater cosmos this is, naturally, immaterial, however, as we all seem to be presently trapped like skunks in space and time it may be useful information. Not sure what to expect this time. We hope to avoid disgruntled and possibly coke geeked harmonica players...unlike last time...in our never ending quest to bring local legends in their spare time to the stage to show their skills (and fill out our set). We are pleased that our drummer, Grover, will be able to make the gig as his appearance was in flux at one point because his charming company was needed for his lovely wife, Dr. Wood (that'd be a great porn name), on a trip to New Orleans for some sort of conference. This trip is apparently off but they are off to other regions outside the Hub of the Universe, i.e., Auburn, in the near future as she looks to cash in on her recently acquired doctorate and in so doing pull the rug out from under us by towing the baddest drummer around with her. See him while you can. The drumming fixture on the Auburn music scene is seemingly playing out the end of the string here. I've tried to explain to Suzanne that us playing every other Thursday at Buffaloes ought to be enough of a springboard to international stardom to convince her that there is no need for her to work but she just isn't buying into the couch and bon bons thing. C'est la vie. Anyway....not much new to report but I'll try to come up with some quasi-entertaining line of baloney should you venture to the pub for a listen. By the way, for those interested, Mr. resistor will be hosting the umpteenth millionth Noise for Toys at the War eagle Supper Cub December 22. That is a Saturday. I'll be bombarding you with spam regarding this in the coming months. Much love to all. BSubject: Leeroi Dynamite Thursday October 4 buffalos
I'm trying to type this without my first cup of coffee this morning...skip that, I'll be right back--I think I just snapped a synapse. Ok, have had first sip of Junky Juice so any logical disconnects or outright lies cannot be blamed on the lack of chemical preparation. On to the first order of business with invariable ADD addled forays into asides and general confusion... The band of brothers known as Leeroi Dynamite (Die-No-Mite!!! Jimmy Walker where are you now?) will be unleashing our cavalcade of notes and beats bent and bruised upon whoever might be inclined to step into the club after the hour of ten o'clock (PM!!!!) on Thursday, October 4. Never quite sure who may make a guest appearance. Last time the Kang of Swang did a quest spot and seemingly had the better part of his mojo working although it always kind of gripes my butt to have someone borrow my guitar and sound better than me. I mean, it isn't hard to do but that is probably now something Miss Manners would do to a fella, is it? When he gave it back to me my old black tele, Mr. T, kind of looked up at me and said, "I pity the fool that tries to play that smooth on me again!" In abject fear I was sure to play my standard plethora of four licks and six chords so as not to undo his discombobulated mojo.You know, I went to see Thomas Freidman speak yesterday on campus and he expounded upon his the World is Flat book about globalization and the suddenly somewhat level playing field and who should I see there but Swanger? Man, the world is flat. Oh well, at least I got a ride home. Speaking of Mr. Freidman, I was emboldened by a pseudo mathematic corollary he expounded upon in answering a question from the audience. Rarely have I ever felt emboldened by anything involving the M-word. Anyway, it goes like this...CQ+PQ>IQ (curiosity quotient plus passion quotient is greater than intelligence quotient). Now, if that doesn't make a stupid person feel better then I don't know what would. But then, I'm stupid so I wouldn't know, right? And curiosity killed the cat....oh well, at any rate, the man got paid $75K to speak here for an hour and a half and I'm smart enough to know it will probably take me close to 16,790 hours to make that kind of dough so I'm going with whatever he said. Sometimes being smart is knowing when to get out of the way and let somebody really smart tell you what to do. That's why I let Brennen name the chords. Well, that and that unusually large table saw the vat of lava and the turtleneck sweater and the monocle he wears whenever I come to his house. BZZZZZZZZZ Hope today finds you all well and that tomorrow will find you at Buffalos and that Friday will find you sans significant hangover and still possessing the better part of your hearing and self respect. OK, how about just the hearing. Much love. B
As we the citizenry of Auburn trudge about in our sackcloth and hair shirts, eyes cast groundward and thoughts cast toward what we hope is a merciful College Football God there is a warm, glowing light beckoning us towards its comfort at Buffalos on Thursday night, the 20th of September in the 2007th year of our Lord....well, some people's Lord anyway. That light would be the comforting glow of the tubes from my amplifier as we gather our gang of merrymakers aka Leeroi Dynamite once again to wrangle joyfulness from drums, horns and tautly drawn strings. Yes, despite indications to the contrary, the sun rose again on Sunday morning after the Tigers latest disemboweling and it would appear that life as we know it--or a close facsimile--will indeed continue. Who'da thunk it? Well, that'd be me. As a life long Atlanta Falcons fan my soul is 87% scar tissue and I am, therefore, uniquely equipped to see the positive side of disappointing losses, nuclear holocaust, famine, inoperable cancer, etc. Trust me...life goes on...sort of. Not much new to report from the band perspective. As of this writing we are all seemingly good enough, smart enough and dog gone it people like us enough to pull it off one more time. Negotiations with Chuck's uncle, Johnny Cochran, have gone well enough that our saxophonist extraordinaire should be there to let his super nova lovelight shine and, as ever, I will make a cordial invitation to my old bud, Mr. Irving "Bo" Gallagher to come and sing a few tunes with us and demonstrate how a real bluesman is supposed to dress. Mad Scientist/Guitarist, Brennen Reece and his Frankencaster will be there as well as the Masters of the Engine Room--Mike Jones in all his funk and fury and Grover who not only has reached a stature where he only has to be described by one name but one where there is also no need to say more. Grover.....yeah....Grover. Sweet. So, you have your directions and have been adequately inspired I'm sure to take a power nap and come down and lend moral support as well as to use your bodies as a sort of sound buffer so the bartender doesn't ask us to turn down again. Until we see you again...B
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