i was a little disheartened that Fabian got an honorable mention…

not that i’m one to talk. i don’t have a career in music management, either.

but it has been nice to stroll down memory lane with you via this blog.

i, like other fans, will remind you that the energy was incredible and the times were unforgettable. and we all really did believe that nerds would band together and conquer the world….

TT/Ben: Thanks for stopping by! And, good line!

‘Bab: Good question. I think all of us might answer that differently.

Speaking for myself, my favorite early DH! track is “In the Box,” from our first demo CD, “Employee Primer.” Rick Franklin (original DH! keyboardist) wrote that song, and in my opinion, it’s the only song worth listening to from the pre-WRTDH days. Rick is such a gifted songwriter– esp. good at writing songs with stark emotional immediacy. I’ve been trying to figure out for years how he does it.

There were a couple of Rick’s songs we that played during that era, most of which he never titled. So, as punishment, we gave them names like “Bukkake” and “Dirty Sanchez” (the rule was that if you wrote a song without a title, the band would name it– usually after a mythical sexual act or position). Despite their loathsome titles, those were some of my favorite DH! tracks which unfortunately were never recorded– except for “All for You,” which closes out WRTDH. Still sounds good to me all these years later.

For those of you who don’t know, Rick F. is still alive and well! He writes his own songs, some of which you can hear here: http://www.myspace.com/theeasyups

He hasn’t updated them in awhile, but all of the songs he’s posted there are truly astounding, in my opinion.

Not that there’s anything wrong with it.

As a fan first band member and a stock holder of McDonald’s I’d have to say that I’m loving this month of the blog too.

DEAD MEAT

The day is a bore
The night is a scream
Just pull a stool, dear
You’ll see what I mean

FEET DON’T FAIL ME NOW

The TV’s aglow
The patrons are dim
So stiff in their movements
With yellowy grins

MEAT WON’T LET THEM DOWN

CHORUS:
There goes the sun
Under the rug
Hands on the clock will stop
And shoulders will shrug
Up comes the moon
A lump in your throat
Saxophones screech before
Your dinner will choke

The suckers in here
Belong in cartoons
With piccolo soundtracks
Performed out of tune

FEET DON’T FAIL ME NOW

The band is undead
And earning their keep
They play “Take the ‘A’ Train”
To put you to sleep

MEAT WON’T LET THEM DOWN

CHORUS

Dips his fedora
Says “well, how do ya…?”
Look in the mirror
No one there but you
Can’t believe it’s true
When he smiles
His incisors will gleam and bleed

You’ve made it before
But never again
Mistake of assuming
You’re dealing with men

FEET DON’T FAIL ME NOW

The barkeep is pale
And raises a toast
The blood in his chaser
Should scare you the most

FEET DON’T FAIL ME NOW

MEAT WON’T LET THEM DOWN

You’ve made it before
But never again
Mistake of assuming
You’re dealing with men

FEET DON’T FAIL ME NOW

I owe you one, brother. Expect the appropriate shout-out in next week’s posting!

Amy: “Unwieldy” aptly describes how I’ve always felt about this one. It’s like a giant electro-woolly mammoth bursting through the wall, Kool-Aid Man style. Has its moments, but perhaps a little over-ambitious.

While I appreciate your desire for the complete DH! experience (very much!), the lyrics to this particular song are immaterial, really. It was penned in my more tender years when I didn’t give a damn about lyrics, and as such– as Kebab put it– they read like Cliff Notes. Subsequently, I might be a tad mortified if they were released to the general public…

I shall throw thee a bone next week, however, when I expose myself to the elements and post the Mother of All Detholz! B-Sides– lyrics and all.

Hope to read you then!