Tracys Father

Hello friends,

I don't know if I am suppose to say anything about this but.....well....I'm gonna anyway. Tracy's father has been diagnosed with lung cancer. His name is Haskel but every one calls him Hack. He is a wonderful cat. He made me feel welcome from the first time I had the honor of meeting him. I'm sure he will be OK, but if you have a minute, put a word in with Big Daddy for him. I sure would appreciate it, Tracy too. You know, Tracy lost her mother a little over a year ago, you might wanna put in a word for her also. I love you guys.



Adios,
~e~

Jimmy

Hello friends,

My friend Jimmy Strader had heart surgery a couple of days ago. He got through the ticker fixin' but the doctors said he will be in ICU for 20 days. 20 days?!?! Christ, what a drag. I guess I should take him something to read or something. MAD magazine maybe. You know when it comes to talent, God looks down and touches some people, some he chooses to skip (thank you very much) but some he elects to kick right in the keyster. Well my friends, Jimmy got two boots fulls. I tell you, every time I have a chance to hang out with him I walk away better for it. He always teaches me something. When I was a younger, I was a tad frustrated that I wasn't as good as some (any) when it came to strummin' on that ol' box of mine. I will never forget what Jimmy told me, he said (and I quote) "Rock and roll isn't about great musicians, it's about great music" Wow. The clouds parted. I get it now. It all makes sense to me. Now that I am older, I understand that what he was saying was nothing like what I thought he meant (?) It's kinda like when a chick that you have just spent the night with tells you "It's doesn't matter how big it is, it's what you do with it" Thanks a lot. Nothing sadder than a bad guitar player with a short pecker.

Here is Jimmy (on bass) with Steve Pryor, Steve Hickerson, and David Teegarden. The sound quality isn't the greatest but dig on it anyway.


I was gonna try and keep the ranting and raving to a minimum but I just watched the clip and I must say ~ Jesus Christ, Strader and Pryor are as good as anybody on this planet, anybody, and you can kiss my ass if you don't think so. Sorry Jim. (He hates it when I say crap like that)

Jimmy get well soon and I promise I will be at your first gig back. Standing there like some slack jawed yokel, as usual. (That outta get him a-goin')

Adios,
~e~

The Cramps At The Crazy House

Hello friends,

Here is a little story about The Cramps. A long time ago back in 1978, Lux received several letters from a lady in the Napa State Mental Hospital. She kept asking him if the Cramps would play a dance for the patients there. People thought this was funny. Someone said to Lux "That girl must be crazy to think your going to drive 3,000 miles to play for a bunch of retards." Guess what?

The opening blah, blah, blah last for a few seconds. But it is worth the wait.


Adios,
~e~

Lux and Ivy

Hello friends,

This is a sad day for your humble story teller. Lux Interior, the lead singer of the Cramps, died.

I have always maintained that The Cramps are/were one of the greatest rock-n-roll bands, ever. These guys turned me on to rock-a-billy. I busted my friend Davids car windshield while drumming along to the intro of there song 'Garbage Man' (never mix phenobarbital, tequila, and strippers)

Lux is survived by his partner/soulmate/guitar player of more than thirty years, Ivy Rorschach.

So long my friend, and thank you for all you gave me.

Here are two for the road.

Garbage Man


Ultra Twist


Adios,
~e~

Hello friends,

Here is a little song-a-reeni from some friends of mine in Germany. I last time I hung out with them was at the Groß Fett Lügner Club, which led to 9 action packed days in the
Toestand Gevangenis van Amsterdam. Oh, I can still smell that wonderful smell.



Adios,
~e~

Hello friends,

I removed this one out of good taste, but I left the video cause I like it su-much.

Adios,
~e~