June 21: Funkytown!

Eight people in a twelve passenger van. I have a feeling its gonna be an experience for the senses, especially smell, due to the fact of the close proximity. I have a new name for Galveston. Why is that might you ask? Well, due to the tremendous amount humidity everything around here (including all eight of is in this van) are beginning to stank! Galveston is now called Funkytown, TX.

So tonight we're playing at a wedding reception. It's somewhat heart breaking driving by the beach and seeing all of the people lounging, fishing and just having a good time. Every time I go to the coast to play people think I have leisure time to hang out on the beach. Hell to the no I don't! And right as we arrived the weather turned ugly. Thunder clouds rolled in, lighting and thunder all around. What a gas. We're getting soaked walking into the venue. We'll need this rain to help us forget one of the top five nastiest pre-show meals: Salmonilla Chicken. I want to give them the middle finger. At least it was hot on the outside. Inside it was bloody and barely warm. TC's had a bullet hole in it so we're convinced it was sea gull rather than chicken. And we still have no idea they tried to feed us. A-Train said it was "broccoli flower". Not sure if he was being serious but on the Selton Cole Soul Brother Taste Scale it got the thumbs down.

My only memory tonight was the first song. An acoustic song performed by yours truly...and it truly almost became a disaster for me. I wanted to play my favorite acoustic so I went and bought one if those acoustic straps with the long string so I could look all Jim Crochet and stuff. However, because my big gut(don't hate ladies cuz y'all know I got some good loving under this gut) made this strap too short. It wasn't long before gravity got the best of me and the guitar slipped off of me in the middle of the song. Graciously, Hook stepped in and saved me from total disaster. The night was quick because no one ever stopped dancing. Now that it's over I want to dance into the shower and let the remnants of Funkytown wash down the drain because I'm starting to taste my own aura and it's about as appetizing as that "food" they fed us. Yuck. Thanks for reading sucka's and suckett's.

Yours truly,

Sticky McSing-a-song


Dyfunkshun Junkshun

www.funkparty.com

June 13: Pluckers, Killeen

We're doing this thing tonight for the grand opening of a Pluckers Restaurant but I'm already missing the House of Blues because this stage is a small mother plucker.. We've been on smaller but this one is way out of the plucking way from the rest of the club. To make up for it they have the biggest beers I've had the pleasure to plucking consuming. Will, A-Train, and Tony can attest to that I was plucked up in no time. I'm glad I did because it helped numb me from the pain of this sedated audience. They were cool, but I don't think anyone who came to eat some hot wings had any idea they'd have two tons of funk in their plucking face! This one was definitely work tonight...but damn those wings were good! If you ain't tried them you need too. Mad respect to the staff at Plucker's for bringing some cool to a town like Killeen!

Thanks for reading my plucking journal!

Magz


Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

Jun 12: House of Blues, Dallas

So what's the reasoning for going to a Mexican Restaurant and ordering pizza? Something tells me that the event coordinator who booked us here probably does that. This night is gonna be memorable in that sense. At the last minute we're being asked to play everything we don't play and dress like we don't dress. Come on! You know who you brought here. You wouldn't hire Willie Nelson and ask him to play MC Hammer would you? OK.

Now that I've got that out of my system I'm happy to be here because it's my first time playing the House of Blues in Dallas. In the green room, I'm greeted by a giant mural of Clarence "Gatemouth" Brown. However I, Looked at the touring schedule and I don't see many working blues cats. I guess they forgot the spirit behind it all. So back to the request hour. This venue is perfect for live music. Whatever we played received mad applause. I remember feeling so free tonight crouching down and cruising across the stage with my guitar draped over me like a flame thrower while my amp barked out another tune. Sheer bliss for me. I guess the first rule to a good event is to let the band do what they do and everything will be fine. So fine in fact the guest might even enjoy themselves and uptight party planners can make it home without being violated by the members of Dysfunkshun Junkshun. I'm just playing! Ok, no I'm not. Strange as it ends, once again rather than staying in our complimentary hotel rooms some of us decided to hit the road. I don't mind because the drive is so peaceful on the interstate after 2AM and going into the local stop-n-robs is entertaining on its own. Latenight freaks and counter hugging geeks. On that note I'll take my kolache to go. Our sax player Hook is going through some tough times now so let's all keep him in our prayers. He'll be fine...just say a little prayer for the brother and he'll survive.

Thanks for reading....Tooddles!

Magz
Dyfunkshun Junkshun
http://www.funkparty.com/

June 7: Back in Austin

Another private event in this swank town. I'm glad they were fun people because it would have been so disappointing after kicking so much ass last night.

What made thing so cool tonight for Marc was his new onstage beer holder for his mic stand. I don't know how he took this picture. He usually uses both hands playing drums but maybe he took this with his (....) I don't know. Go figure. Meanwhile Tony is concentrating to see if he can telepathically drink this beer without taking the hands off the keys and catching the "Wrinkled chin" from yours truly. The Gooch is so damn talented he can probably pull it off. I told him he just needs a long straw running up the mic stand like Peter Frampton (for those of you old enough to know who that is). Do you feel like I do? .... Drunk?

Magz

June 5: Duckhorn Tavern Temple

We are rock gods; and we give you..rock-n- freak’n roll!

Okay, I know none of us look like this or would even want to for that matter but the Duck horn Tavern showed this band much love all night long. Every time I looked down some girl was grabbing my leg and worshiping me as I sang or shaking something fierce at me. I don’t know what else to say but we thank you again Temple for having some soul tonight. I remember when Austin was this cool….!

Magz

June 2: Rest in peace Bo Diddley

This isn’t a good year for the founders of popular music. We’ve just lost the originator of the most popular rock-n-roll dance beat ever. Just ask groups like U2 and the Rolling Stones. Song’s like “Desire” and Bow wow wow’s “I want Candy” helped rhythmically challenged people world wide actually convince themselves that they could find the down beat. But he said the most nostalgic thing I’ll never forget when he was honored in the Rock-n-Roll Hall of fame ceremony. Diddley appreciated the honors he received, "but it didn't put no figures in my checkbook."

"If you ain't got no money, ain't nobody calls you honey," he quipped."I am owed," he told the AP, adding "a dude with a pencil is worse than a cat with a machine gun" -- he reflected modestly on the rock 'n' roll revolution he helped start.

Lesson learned sir. Rest in Peace.

Magz