The Revolving Band was conceived in the back seat of a maroon '72 Plymouth Fury. The A/C was broken, the windows were down, and we were doing 75 mph. My old buddy Stephan was driving. I don't rightly know why I let him drive...he deserted me once when the chips were down...but that's another story for another time.
The road stretched out before us like a long, black snake, and I had the feeling we were slithering up its back toward the fangs of fate in the darkness. The infamous artist Stephen Grayce was in the car with us. So was some other guy from Beckley, but I can't even remember who he was. Mighta been Harnest...I don't know. But we were drinking massive quantities of Miller Beer, Malt Duck (the drink of CHAMPIONS!), and Absolut. Somewhere along the way some WV moonshine even got thrown into the mix and down our throats.
We arrived at 1:30 am, and the girls we were going to "visit" were nowhere to be found. And as you well know, that's about the time any rational person decides to start a band. So we did. And I think we all know how that's turned out.
The Revolving Band would like to thank Granny Neal, Boones Farm, Don Meredith, Madonna (not lately...but you know, back when she was in Dangerously Seeking Susan), Vegetable soup with Fritos in it....yeah, you know who you are....and if you ever read this...send me an email, would ya? Special mention to Tom Waits, the band James, Rodney Crowell, Paul Allen, John Prine, Enigma, and every unharmful, gentle soul ever misplaced inside a jail.
Location:
Nashville, TN
Interests:
Writing, writing, writing books, music, and crazy stuff.
How did you find us?:
Google
Favorite Band / Artist:
Neil Young, Lindsay Buckingham, Tom Petty, Jackson Browne, Iggy Pop, The Cars