...FUCKING AWESOME NEWS!
I went to see my favourite Voodoobilly band this friday in copenhagen. In this run down brick house with fantastic insides, wooden floors, candles and mist out in christiania.
I walk in and we order some beer and whiskey, as I turn around there stands the drummer Bad-time-charlie. And that was it! next thing I know he's introducing me to Harley, the singer! After the warm up band I proceed to dance and sing along like no other night.
This is a band I've loved since I was 15 and I've bought all their records, even hunted down their one or two songs from compilation records hah! I've been boosting their name to rightly so appreciative folks and others
and now they're making outright shout outs to me from the stage haha. The singer, having been treated to god knows how many beers from the fans inbetween songs doesn't see me, so the drummer gets up mid song and tells him where, points and then walks over to high five me, then back to the drum set and play! AAHAHAHAHA. they make a few more efforts to shout out to me again! Sweet!
This is a band that's been playing for some 20 years, and they've been a huge inspiration both in serious and humorous terms for alot of the tones in my work and the direction I've begun in when I was younger. My comics and art has always been littered with grim looking, knife weilding Voodoobillies, and it's because of this band.
These sort of bands, deserve a wooden floor. SO that when they go you can stomp them back in, and continue to stomp to their vibe.
There's been no other night, where my voice has sounded so foul and run down after singing too loudly as this!
and the good news? You'll get to know soon enough.