The Dysfunkshun Junkshun Road Journal

Aug 23: Austin Country Club

2008-08-23T12:15:00.002-05:00

This was the highlight of my evening... tossing golf balls onto the putting green from where my car was parked. Marc snapped this photo, I think he threw one of them, but I had no idea that I had this hidden talent. When will this become an Olympic Event? I mean, look at this grouping...

I suppose you had to have been there to understand the skill involved. Maybe I should just get back to work.

- GOOCH

Aug 22 : Booze Cruise

2008-08-22T11:31:00.003-05:00

This was one of those gigs that comes around once in a while that makes you glad you're in a band.

It was a private party for a great group of people, our second time aboard a swank house boat. The band sets up on the roof and we have a good 'ole time floating around on Lake Travis. After a long and sweaty load-in, we got our stuff in place for sound check... and you can see in the photo the ominous storm heading our way. Cap'n Dan decided to get in front of the rain, evidentially leaving some of the guests who didn't make it to the boat on time. This first shot is us leaving the marina, everyone was thinking the same thing: Rain and Gear don't mix. Well, there is raingear ...

About fifteen minutes later the rain hit. With the wind coming up off the water, the rain was actually falling sideways at one point, it felt like needles on the skin. "Uh, yeah, ok sure, twist my arm, and twist some lime into that margarita. Gracias." It was Jager and GMs and beers and I'm forgetting what else (for some reason). One of the guests said to us, "Y'all want a shot?"HOORAY for Will for bringing all the tarps to save the instruments from all the water. HOORAY for the bar for giving us something to do for an hour while the storm passed over. And lets not forget those fajitas... damn, life just sucks! :)

Finally the rain did stop, and we got to jamming. We played two or three sets of music and floated and drank and drank somemore. After that, is was the load-out, in the dark this time, up-hill this time, and add the number of drinks we had, it's a miracle none of our stuff didn't end up at the bottom of the lake. I'm looking forward to next year's cruise, hopefully we'll be under partly cloudy skies and an unseasonably low 85 degrees... one can dream.

- GOOCH

July 18-19..Still in unfunkytown

2008-07-19T08:47:00.000-05:00

Private party action this weekend. I don't remember much after I busted myself in my head with my guitar. Ouch! All I can remeber is good money...good food...good night!

And that's all I've got to say about that.

Magz

Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

July 11: Speakeasy

2008-07-11T07:39:00.003-05:00

Back in Austin tonight. What a blast! By the size of the crowd it appears Austin is getting sick of all the microwave music downtown and they wanted to taste something cooked in a skillet with some pork grease.

You still don’t know what I mean? Pay attention;

This is your big toe:

This is your big toe after dancing all night to Dysfunkshun Junkshun:

Any questions?

Magnum
www.funkparty.com

July 5: Still in Houston

2008-07-05T14:56:00.003-05:00

I woke up early this morning in my mega-clean hotel room. I couldn't handle anymore sleep. I reached to feel a gentle spirit next to me only to find the cold, damp wood of my guitar. Damn it. I'm ready for some human touch. Even if it means violence! Wow. I'm losing it! Not now because I have another show to play so it's back to finding something to do before sound check. I can't seem to focus on anything that doesn't cost money so I'll just sit on the bed and keep playing guitar until it's time to leave. We wound up going to a Chinese buffet and eating much more than we should. I feel so bloated and it's not even that time of the month.

As soon as we arrived at the venue guess what? More food. Great food. A three course meal on top of all that LamBo ... I was still feeling bloated so I had to pass it off to one of the boys so I could get my groove on when show time hit. Glad I did because the wedding had so many beautiful women on site and I needed all of my stamina to dazzle them with both of my dance moves. Turns out the groom and several of his guests were members of the Tennessee Titans. One look at all these beautiful people it just made me say Damn! I wanna go home do some pushups and sit ups or something. But y'all know I'm still balling after all these years. Don't think so? Come see us and you will agree.

Magz

Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

July 4: Freedom Fest, Houston

2008-07-04T14:46:00.005-05:00

Happy birthday America and happy birthday Gooch!

We're on the way from Lowsy-anna to Houston to play the Chevrolet Freedom Festival. It's an early show so that means we can party tonight. I'm in that mood so I'm gonna so something wild tonight if the weather will hold up because driving back into Texas things were looking dreadful. Once we came to the park it was pouring rain for nearly an hour. The sun came out eventually which made the humidity more sticky than elephant mucus (ugh). To top it off the mixing console got soaked so the production at the event caught hell with technical issues. The promoter is telling every band that we're gonna stay on schedule so that may mean shorter sets. As long as it doesn't mean shorter checks I could care less. Now that it's our turn we're gonna give Houston something to remember and boy did we. This big stage complete with a big sound system was more than enough mass to make some serious sound waves. I'd had another chance to sing my song and shake my thong like nobody's business. The boys were feeling the vibe as well and continued to put it where it feels good. Poor Marc with his 102 degree fever charged on despite his flu, playing groove after groove in the summer humidity. This thing was so crazy that I jumped off stage in the middle of a song just to get the crowd going. At one point some lady put out her nachos(not those nacho's..the kind you buy at the food stand) and I indulged in their cheesy goodness with full crowd jubilation. So you see where I'm getting brothers and sisters? I'm a bad, bad man and even my big toe can put on a show. What a night. Despite all the rock stardom we ended the night back at the hotel peacefully playing cards and watching TV. I was swept away with a case of loneliness and longed for some companionship. As I scrolled through my phone (aka..the "ho-lodex") and thought to myself, "Which one of these lovelies will get to see my rocket's red glare", I turned back to my true love....My guitar. At least she's got her G-string. I lounged the rest of the evening just sitting on my bed strumming until I fell asleep. Love is such a wonderful thing!

Goodnight!

Magz
Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

July 3: LDL Casino, Louisianna!

2008-07-03T14:31:00.000-05:00

Ayyyy-eeeeee! Its July 4th weekend and the van is packed wall to wall with DFJ members. We're playing a show at the pool of a casino. I've got a feeling the view will be a pleasant one. If its my kind of party you just might see my rocket's red glare a little early this year.

Although I was led to believe that rooms would be in the casino I was glad the hotel was within five miles of the show. The room wasn't bad but it did have this aroma similar to the smell of someone's gym shoes that were left next to a dumpster behind a Denny's restaurant. You get it... Sort of funky. Or maybe it smelled more like the back of Andre' the Giants neck after a night in a sweat suit in the Sahara desert. Laughing yet? Me too. Anyhow, sound check outside of the pool. Hmmm. Hot. Very hot. Afterwards we were escorted to the green room inside the casino. One helluva long walk.

Inside, poor Marc was feeling under the weather so he took refuge on the couch under a few of our clothes. Poor dude. I'm sure whatever virus he had will be defeated by the funk within our unwashed garments.

They were kind enough to let us eat the buffet and they had a wonderful selection. I think TC sampled everything in one trip. I ate enough shrimp to make Forest and Bubba stand up and salute. Now all that food made us a bit sluggish in the first hour of playing time but after the booze started flowing and the crowd started going the party came into full swing. Lots of dancing, smiling people everywhere you turned. With all the girls dancing on the platforms it was hard to keep Hook on the stage for more than two beats of a song and before you know it he's working his jelly on another dancing girl. Do your thang boy!

After the show I hit the casino. Not for gambling but just a chance to catch the vibe and meet the people. LDL casino was good to us tonight in so many ways, a few of them I'll refrain from mentioning to keep my clean reputation. I hope we come back here soon. Knowing that Kool and the Gang was here last week and Tom Jones next, I feel like I'm on a path here. Wayne Newton or King Kong ain't got shit on me!

Enuff.....!

Magz
Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

June 21: Funkytown!

2008-06-21T15:51:00.001-05:00

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

2008-06-13T13:53:00.001-05:00

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

2008-06-12T13:40:00.001-05:00

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

2008-06-07T12:05:00.000-05:00

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

2008-06-05T12:00:00.000-05:00

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

2008-06-02T11:23:00.001-05:00

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

May 31: Westlake High 4AM!

2008-05-31T10:55:00.000-05:00

I can't believe we're here this early. A bunch of road worthy old funky cats playing a high school graduation party at 4AM. Oh yeah, a SOBER graduation party. Marc was one of the first people on the scene, tuning his kit. You Can tell by the look on TC's face that we're all tired but it was soon to be a thing of the past.

Let me tell ya. A bunch of eighteen year old high school graduates jacked up on sugar and caffeine make one hell of a crowd to play for. Thank you West Lake High class of '08 for showing us mad love. I'm out!

Magz

May 24: Houston Can You Hear Me ?

2008-05-24T13:20:00.001-05:00

I know you do because Austin lost all its soul. Not for long because I'm gonna force feed it in a new hole. Just watch people, if you dare!

So we just did a private event at a swank country club in down town Houston. $100,000 a year membership. I want to choke the florist who erected these giant monstrosities right next to the stage. I'll give them and "E" for effort but the middle finger for blocking our speaker. Guess you gotta be a baller or an Exxon employee to be here.

Before the show we stopped at guitar center and checked out some cool guitars. This freaking fender strat is on sale for a mere $42,000. That's right! $42,000. Even if I had that kinda loot I wouldn't give it up for one guitar. Enough of this action? We played one of the coolest parties tonight. So cool that they wanted us to play an extra hour but at least 1/2 of the band wasn't feeling it. What a drag getting old right? Nah! Still got lead in the pencil..watch out now!

Magz
Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

May 22: Discovery Green, Houston

2008-05-22T13:11:00.002-05:00

Day number three in Houston and I'm losing it. I'm sick of everything and everybody today. I better just stay in my room. This hotel ain't bad because although the room is clean but the pillows are harder than rocks and my neck is killing me. I'd feel better if I just eat something. We ate at a place called Momma's for lunch so I'm feeling like a stuffed country boy. I'm good now. We're playing a park in down town Houston (where ya at Austin?) This park is next to the Minute Maid Center and the Toyota Center. All of the sky rises in the background make this show feel like a big deal. I guess it is because they've hired a big bad band! Now if you're not familiar with Houston humidity it is best described as sticky. So sticky that some sort of demonstration was taking place down the street. Can't wait to drown them out with our thunder. Despite it we showed out for the crowd just like we're supposed to.

Junior was being a rock star all show long. Even Hook was off the chain this afternoon. It's like someone kicked him in the ass and he realized it's time to shine. Every time he stepped up front to play a solo's the ladies swooned. Work your jelly boy! We get one day off and then we're rolling here again on Saturday. I'm gonna put on the iPod and drown out all of the phone conversations behind me before I go off...think I need some me time!

Magz

Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

May 21: After a Houston Show

2008-05-21T15:48:00.001-05:00

After being treated like a rock star all night I'm in my hotel room drinking cold beer and enjoying the vibe. Damn, I feel like I'm on top of the world. Can you feel me? Of course not!

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

May 21: Warehouse Live, Houston

2008-05-21T13:05:00.005-05:00

It's nice to play in a venue set up for live touring act. This one is awesome because of a smoking PA and the light show from Hell. We're playing for another high school tonight, so we're forced to watch youthful gyration in front of us all night and not knowing how to react. "Young lady, stop misbehaving" or do I say "Damn shawty, drop it like its 'hot'?" Decisions, decisions. One thing for sure. Everyone in the band is tired from too much rest. Not much energy on stage tonight so I felt I had to work twice as hard to get some energy back from the crowd.
We let some kid come on stage and play some guitar. He was damn good. Blew me away when he started playing some Hendrix and jumped in and rocked "Purple Haze" You're daddy taught you right, son. You sho 'nuff gonna get some action tonight. Glad somebody's gonna get laid, cuz we ain't!

Magz

Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

May 20: Caddilac Bar, Houston

2008-05-20T13:01:00.002-05:00

Dysfunkshun Junkshun want to thank all the ladies of this prestigious High School for showing us a lovely time in Houston tonight. Made me feel like Kobe Bryant in a Colorado hotel room. Use your imagination you perverts. I told you...King Kong ain't got shit on me!

Magz

Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

May 18: Paramount Gala

2008-05-18T16:33:00.000-05:00

So we're playing this thing in the middle of Congress Avenue in down town Austin. We're about four blocks from the Capitol at the Paramount theatre. Kris Kristoferson is playing inside. We want to thank him for not eating his fruit bowl or his vegatable dip because they were kind enough to put it in our green room so we could have something to eat. What a night! Two hours of non-stop soul. This was so soothing for me. It helped me burn so many bad memories. Got a few more demons to exorcise so let me get focused on that and not the past. .....Next!

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

May 17: UT Graduation ?!?

2008-05-17T15:45:00.000-05:00

Damn! We're trying to rock the house tonight... everyone's cold. No drunk people, no naked people, no drugs, and no nudity? Get your asses back to school, you haven't learned a thing!

Magz
Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

May 15: UPDATE

2008-05-15T14:11:00.001-05:00

Hey kids! Yeah I know haven't been keeping up with the road journal. I never knew that so many people were reading my incoherent babble. I've been focusing my spare time elsewhere for now (www.brothermagnum.com) so you'll have to come to a show and ask me what's been up rather than read about it. I'm sure I'll give you an ear full....or maybe a mouth full!

Magz

Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

Apr 26: Austin, Baby!

2008-04-26T12:31:00.000-05:00

Enjoying another private event in Austin today. After last nights thing, I had to wake up early to play drums for another band at a frat house. I figured why not. Nothing to do but sleep from 3p-5p, Might as well make some easy cash. It was outside and boy was it hot. I wound up playing drums and singing so I'm a little zapped. So much for the Easy. But everyone knows I'm a bad, bad man who's back on the scene, baby!

When I got to the venue I was shocked to see maybe 1/4 of the lights set up and a very small sound system... no subs, that sux. The guests had fifty additonal guest so we will have to make due. No complaints because the money is the same. The venue's staff was kind enough to feed us hamburgers instead of the usual nasty box lunch. We're all fat and happy because of it so I'm not complaining, baby! Even with a small PA we rocked the house as expected. Just regular scene with some cool people and one long toast from the best man. Its nice playing at low volume every once in a while. Makes you play like an arteest instead of a beast. Grrrrrr, baby!

Magz
Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

Apr 25: Temple Tornado

2008-04-25T12:25:00.000-05:00

We're off to a nice start. Nasty-ass weather on the interstate. People usually won't come out in this type of weather. Four tornados we're sighted about 10 miles from where the show is so I don't expect tonight to be too exciting. As we were heading up from Austin, we drove along the western edge of this wicked storm system... this is the same one that ripped homes apart in Virginia. The sun was setting on the right so the sky was orange, blue, gray, and tornado green.

What a suprise... People all up in da house! It was nice to such a healthy crop of well endowed beauties gyrating to that thang we do. But as always when the music's over I'm standing alone on an empty dance floor. Damn. What happened to the good old days where they wanted to...well you know. Oh well. There's always the next show and then the one after that.

I'm out, baby ducks!

Magz
http://www.funkparty.com/

Apr 19: Back at the Game Ranch

2008-04-19T14:38:00.013-05:00

Way out here at the wild game ranch in Creedmoore today for a benefit for the Ronald McDonald house. Ronald was there taking gangsta pictures with me so I figured I may as well give him one for the books.

I'll make him think I'm gonna grab his happy meal.

This was a long night of playing to no one.

At least Will and Kevin got the thrill of using top of the line digital mixers and lighting controllers. It was a kickin' system, just ask the bartender with the cowboy hat. He'll tell ya.

TC, Marc ,and Hook played a little golf during our long break. Overall it was a long night. The first two hours we played to the production crew. How thrilling! The last twenty minutes we played to a few excited people and then BAM! The night was over....Hello!?!

Magz
http://www.funkparty.com/

Apr 17: I saw a legend!

2008-04-17T09:13:00.000-05:00

We were off tonight so here's my chance to be in the ordinary world for a night. I had the chance to watch one of the coolest shows in a long time. Buddy Guy is one of the greats, a living legend. In that two hour show I was schooled in the art of dynamics, presence, and guitar mastery. No distortion pedal and no funky costumes. Just live music with some soul and a smile. He even walked into the audience and played guitar. At one point he came up to me when singing a verse and winked at me. I took it as him appreciating me holding a torch. Maybe just my imagination but it works for me. Just when you think you've got it all down someone comes into town and shows you something new. That's one more thing I love about this old music thang!

Magz

Apr 13: Temple Music Festival

2008-04-13T12:10:00.006-05:00

Well after last night's mild mannered show we hope this afternoons festival is gonna be banging. They've got a huge PA, large stage and the weather is fantastic. Our dressing happened to be in the old Temple Police Department squad room. While Train figured he'd save the tax payers some money and pay for his next booking picture. I enjoyed being in the fresh air and so did the rest of the band. We shared the stage with Austin band The Bustamovealtors. We know most of the cats in the band and it was nice to say hello to them. Mike Hale was stealing my dance moves...I'm gonna sue! With a stage this large I couldn't help acting a fool, but I've gotta give it to Selton Cole for being the rock star with his distorted bass solo's, posturing, and downright grooving. It's easy to say that everyone played like champions today. I think the vibe added to the energy for sure. Well that's enough typing. Thanks for reading. I'm out like male choir student in San Francisco!

Magz

Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

Apr 12: Austin Wedding

2008-04-12T11:51:00.001-05:00

Well it's the start of wedding season. Big dollars & low volume. Tonight's show is starting out as the Ying to last night's Yang. No drunk sorority girls, but many a grandma saying it's too loud when Marc is playing drums, as if he was using tooth picks for drum sticks. Once they got over the ear shock they danced all night. It takes a tremendous amount of restraint for a band like us to go from being James Brown to Art Garfunkel. Broke, out-of-work musicians call it "selling out." Cash-money-making entertainers call it "cashing in!"

Props to the best man, for delivering the best toast ever... He did his own version of Bud Light's Real American Heroes. It was a tough act to follow, but we hit 'em hard and strong. Thanks for the blue M&M's!

Magz
Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

Apr 11: Sororities, and Why We Love 'Em

2008-04-11T11:58:00.000-05:00

OK. I said no more fraternity parties but I never said sororities! The boys were not crazy about the idea until they learned the money was raised along with the hemlines of all the skirts. Tonight I felt like a dirty old man trying to hypnotize a bunch of misbehaving college girls. Damn it was fun! This was a great party and a bit more behaved than most, but still as naughty as most. Every break someone was in our face telling us they want us back on stage. Not out of disrespect but enthusiasm so no complaints. It was fun just playing along. I look forward to the next one. Keeps me young and hungry!

P.S. "Get-out-ta-dere!"..T.C. Cole

Magz
Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

Apr 5: Benefit Auction, Westlake

2008-04-05T14:59:00.003-05:00

Here we are at a well to do private school in one of the more affluent parts in the city. The weather outside is fantastic. So nice that the boys decided to drink a few cold ones outside the venue. Uh oh! School property, boys. Now we're sequestered in a school room eating some extremely uptown cuisine with high cost and debatable flavor. Guess it's better than the crappy cheese sandwiches some places have the nerve to give us. As the guests are arriving down stairs they have a red carpet and bunch of pretend paparazzi to get with the theme of the evening. That's a really cool idea. Gives the night a real Hollywood feel without the Botox. Let's just call tonight The UnUrban-Fest since we're the only urban people here tonight. Fine with me. I don't really care about the color of my audience or my band. I just like to be with fun people.

This is a large gym like thing we were playing in and they had these giant intelligent moving spotlights shining on us all night in different patterns and colors. All I can say is Damn, they're bright! Thankfully no one had a seizure on stage but that's another reason I always have shades on. Not just because I'm cool... ok, that too, but lights can be a real pain in the eyes sometimes. Not much to say about this one either except I'm home by 1AM so I'm just happy to be in bed while it's still dark.

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

Apr 4: Speakeasy

2008-04-04T14:49:00.001-05:00

"Urban weekend?"

What the hell is this about? I guess the other fifty one weeks we'resuppose to "keep our place". I guess the city had enough political pressurefrom self-imposed community leaders that they had to do something to give the impression that they care for all members of the community. I'm still trying to see the benefit amongst the increased parking prices and triple Police presence downtown. I feel much safer now.

As I arrive at the Speakeasy some company is renting the venue for a party. They wanted us to play as well but wanted to pay us peanuts. Sorry! Only squirrels work for peanuts. Now the DJ is playing everything we're playing tonight, so he needs to bounce. We finally took the stage and played to the most non-urban crowd I've ever seen in Speakeasy. Train and Hook made some new friends, but outside of that the night was quiet. Except for Hook taking a solo from the balcony. Not many people out maybe too much competition or just general fear. I mean Little Richard and George Clinton were playing in town tonight for free. Hell I wish I could have went.

Magz
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Mar 29: Round Rock Wedding

2008-03-29T10:11:00.000-05:00

Another private event. According to mapquest this ones in my backyard, about thirteen minutes from my house. What a lie! I was driving around like a mad man on all of the county roads dodging dead skunks and running farmers off the road for thirty minutes before I got a call from Big K guiding me in. Its a beautiful venue. I can't believe we've never been here before. We split the scene after a quick line check and put a serious hurting on Popeye's chicken in Round Rock. The people at the event were mad cool to us all night and I was home by midnight. A rather easy Saturday for me so let me enjoy a laid back evening without a bunch of typing. I just scored a really cool DVD. I'm gonna spend an evening downstairs with the Jamesons (Jenna and a liter bottle of Jamesons) with my home theatre system that I only use or twice a year. You should come over right now. Then again give me twenty minutes!

Magz
Dyfunkshun Junkshun
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Mar 28: Cool River, Austin, Tx

2008-03-28T10:08:00.001-05:00

Subject: .Tonight its the middle aged crazy spot known as Cool River. This is the place to be if your a north Austin/ Round Rock soccer mom looking to score or a RUG (rich ugly guy) looking for a one night stand. Now that's not nice of me to say because that's extremely judgemental. Truth be told, this is always one of the coolest crowds to play for because they dance all night. So many of our old friends come out and see us here as well because they've all grown up and moved to the burbs and they can make it home at a decent hour without owing the sitter a fortune I guess. I didn't take any pictures tonight because every time I came off stage someone was buying me a drink or propositioning me. He he. I'm serious man. I feel like a piece of meat tonight. Let me just end this entry before I say something really wrong.

Magz
Dyfunkshun Junkshun
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Mar 22: Houston here we come!

2008-03-22T14:37:00.003-05:00

OK. Did we get a chance to sleep between last nights show and the drive to Houston? Damn sure doesn't feel like it. Out of bed and back in the van. I made the mistake of a large espresso on limited sleep which caused me to be extremely irritable and shaky. I almost destroyed everything that crossed my path between Austin and Houston. It's beautiful outside but I'm stuck in the van so again no chance for some fresh air. Our hotel tonight is some twenty miles away of where were playing so we might drive back tonight. Hell, I miss my own bed and long for a meal not wrapped in a piece of paper. I was happy to see the country club we played showed us some love and gave us a hot meal... Chicken Cordon Bleu with veggie sticks and fine mashed taters. Afterwards we entertained ourselves watching COPS trying to predict which person would be the first to get the tazer. Will it be a brother? A Mexican dude? Oh wow! A white dude in a trailer park! What a shocker. In typical fashion we would not be starting on time due to the fashionably late guests, except for the fashionable, the guys were decked out in Texas Formal, but the ladies looked delectible! So as we first started I began to wonder if this thing was gonna bounce. After the first set it quickly turned into a frat party including drunk girls dancing barefoot without a clue that they were next to broken glass on the dance floor and people six inches away singing in my face, so close that I can smell what they're drinking. Feels like home to me. Junior nearly lost his cool when someone spilled a glass of water into the air while doing something mindless and both he and his bass were pelted with water and ice. I watched him nearly loose his composure for a moment. After a few quick words of encouragement he managed to get back in the game and continue grooving. The midnight hour came quickly so this show is finished. We're so far north and it's still early by our standards most of us went back to Austin leaving those fine rooms empty tonight. That's alright with me, because I stole all of the cool swag from the bathroom. Yeah, I'm rich but my daddy taught me the joy of a good sack drag. Hide your jewels!

Magz
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Mar 21: Pignettis Killeen, Tx

2008-03-21T13:45:00.000-05:00

Driving down the back roads to get to this show tonight. I really need to work out some of this stress I'm feeling in my joints today. Feel like I've been caged up all week for some reason. I popped some advil and drank a few beers (I know, deadly combination) but I can't seem to shake it off. I know what I need: A good show! It should be a great night because it's a beautiful full moon in the sky. Makes me wanna howl! I guess everyone else in town did as well. The people in this club are regulars and they show us so much love ... its way cool. They always send us more drinks than we can handle along with lots of adoration. Every time I look above my shades just under the stage lighting it seems like everyone it holding up a camera phone shooting video or taking pictures. I don't mind at all. In fact I love it! We show it back too. I don't have any damn pictures for tonight but maybe someone will send me a few.. I have two digital cameras and they both suck. Look out for phone pics on tomorrows journal. So I'm out from this episode because I got greasy Krystal Burgers beckoning me to devour them. See you at my bypass surgery!

Magz!
Dyfunkshun Junkshun
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Mar 17: St Paddy's Day

2008-03-17T13:37:00.000-05:00

It’s Monday March 17 which makes it St. Patrick’s Day. Here we are, a funk band at an Irish Pub on a Monday night. As strange as that sounds it was only exemplified when I turned to see my drummer who shall be know as a “Marctian” with green hair and a green wig. You see kids, you don’t need drugs. You just need crazy friends. I’ll just drink this Guiness and enjoy the party vibe around here.

Former DFJ guitarist Chris Max stopped by in full Rock-n-Roll regalia. Looking like a rock star I had to give him the guitar to take a solo just like the good old days. I never got a picture but I sure enjoyed seeing Mr. Max. (Nice ass... he must work out) We had an amazing time tonight, we all kinda forgot it was a Monday. We were liver-deep in green beer all night. Although extremely rythmically challenged, I have give love to the crowd for dancing all night under this big tent. This is the first show in a while where our keyboard Tony didn’t out drink the crowd. Gotta love the Irish. I was actually named after St. Patrick by my mother. Put that in your unauthorized biography about me. It might sell a few more copies. And you should see the size of my shalaylee!

Top O' the Marnin' to ya!

St. Mangum
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Mar 15: One World Theatre

2008-03-15T13:52:00.001-05:00

Arriving at the One World Theatre for another cool even at one of Austin’s coolest venues and much to my dismay, my favorite guitar amplifier and my custom wireless rack is missing!

Total loss/ $7000! My night is f’d!! I stayed unbelievably calm and called the Glass Cactus but no one seemed to have any answers. I continued calling until I found someone with some follow through.

Turns out that the security found it in the parking lot after production left last night. Honest mistake by my boys. I’ll forgive this one and move on to the next show. Just glad I got my baby back!

Mar 14: Glass Cactus, Grapevine, TX

2008-03-14T15:49:00.000-05:00

On our way to play Big Dallas this week end. It's SXSW week in Austin and we're getting the hell out of town so we can make some money. The van is full of pissed off people after reading the Austin Music awards results. So many bands and musicians are getting recognition WHO CAN'T EVEN GET A F'N GIG! I'm not hating on any of them but so many people who keep this town don't receive acknowledgement because they don't play the political game and shake the right hands. I'd do it if I gave a damn, but since all I care about is staying in the game no matter what level that's all that matters to me. I'll wipe my ass with that section and just go to rock the Glass Cactus tonight.
This place is one of the top venues in the state and we've got ten dates here. Scenic lake view, clean band dressing rooms labeled for band use only. Hell, how you doin' Austin? Traffic was a bitch so we arrived with only minutes to spare before the venue opens. It was sheer hustle all the way. Everything was ready to go and this club has the best sound lighting in the state. My beautiful Mesa Boogie got a facelift; wicker grill cloth. I love the look. Also my new '72 Telecaster made its debut. He has been named Billy Ray Valentine and he's a Capricorn. Now Billy Ray couldn't have found a better night to debut than tonight because we were killing all night long. Nothing more to say but that. Look at a picture and feel the soul.

I'm out!

Magnum!
Dyfunkshun Junkshun
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Mar 8: Speakeasy

2008-03-08T10:01:00.000-06:00

I spent the day recording new music this afternoon. So many cool melodies I think I'll throw a few of them at the crowd and see if they jump. It's the start of SXSW so this town is full of new faces. It's evident when we walked forever trying to find a restaurant without a 45 minute wait. Even when I found one the tourists inside looked at me with fear in their eyes as if we were the out-of-towners. Yankee's go home, dammit! Enough on that.

What an amazing show tonight. We all came in with a "take no prisoners" mentality and funked the crowd from the start. We had Dave Bloomstrum sit in all night playing trumpet and Chris Thomas King came up and jammed with us as well. He played the guitar player in the movie "Ray" and "Oh Brother Where Art Thou." In the real world he used to be another Austin musician back in the early 90's. Hell, we knew each other when we still had long hair! This night was a good time despite my amp crapping out on me. That's all I got to say about that ... thank God I have 11 others to choose from! Oh yeah, some dude had on the same shoes I did. Thought I was the only one with enough balls to rock white leather Espadrilles?

Magz

Dyfunkshun Junkshun
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Mar 7: Creedmoore, Tx.

2008-03-07T11:17:00.000-06:00

Damn it! I forgot my camera again. Guess I'll have to settle for the camera phone. Wish I had it because tonight we're playing a benefit dinner at an exotic game ranch. Driving in reminds me of Jurassic Park because of all the gates, cattle guards and bizarre looking African animals roaming the ranch. Inside they have a mad amount of mounted animals on every wall. Some of these things are huge and beyond description. I always hate seeing the large predators like lions and bears mounted. They're disappearing off the planet at an alarming rate for so many reasons. I hate to see them wasted as trophy's. Now these ugly spiral horned ugly things? Y'all ain't but painted cows so people can shoot those suckers all day as long as you give me a slab of those big-ass ribs. I ain't proud..just hungry because they ain't feeding us until after the first set.

I have point out that Tony saved the day by playing both keys and bass with two hands, a foot, and one other unidentified appendage due to our un-punctual bass player. As soon as we finished and started eating the Lt. Governor (David Dewhurst) made an uncomfortable direct approach to the table and shook our hands. A-Train promptly told him to "Legalize it". I thought he was gonna have us mounted on the wall like the rest on the animals. I'm still laughing as I'm typing this. Once again we were forced to sit in a room and do nothing because the program went over the allotted time. Sit, sit, yawn, sit, ... damn, it's becoming the norm lately.

Marc and Will sampled some of the fine free vodka. I was just glad when stage call came. So many pretty rich soccer-moms making eyes at me while I sing. Pretty damn intoxicating. So now that's over I'll just drive out of this ranch and hope like hell I don't hit one of these massive jack rabbits skirting across the road.

Un-gowa!

Magz
Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

Mar 2: Heaven Calls Another Blues Singer Home

2008-03-02T15:13:00.000-06:00

Damn…here we go again. Blues guitar sensation Jeff Healey passed away this weekend after a lengthy illness. Although visually impaired he was an incredible guitar player and he had a voice as soulful and powerful as all of the greats. Why do I keep posting these messages about players no longer in the headlines? Because I’m trying to remind everyone what music is about. Not sagging pants, sampling pop tart tricks who can’t write a song, play an instrument or carry a tune but real artist who create and perform without gimmicks. I send mad respect to Jeff’s ability to defy the odds and become another legend.

Rest in peace, brother!

Magz
www.funkparty.com

Mar 1: Firehouse Saloon, Houston, TX

2008-03-01T14:58:00.000-06:00

On the road again. Well then again when are we not lately. Just ate some expensive BBQ in Elgin that tasted like it was boiled rather than smoked. Should of went to subway. It's a beautiful day but I can only experience it from the confines of this damn van. Junior had the opportunity to meet the entire Round Rock Police Department on the way to the show. Seems he fit the description of someone and experienced the all too common encounter of being in the wrong complexion in Williamson County. This country needs a enema.

Now back to the gig. It's a little bar located off the freeway in downtown Houston. It's a bit skanky but it has that yee-haw touring band vibe. Sort, of like something you'd see on the Blues Brothers movie. I love the awesome flood light show...huh huh. And the bathroom for the band? This one's a first. An actual out house. Sort of fitting for this night because I was pissed off earlier in the first set by this big headed Potsy Webber, Happy days look'n mofo. He kept throwing balloons at me so I checked his dumb ass and made him look bigger an idiot than the fool he already was. Shame on him but he brought that shit on his self. So now instead of being known as the party guy he'll just be known as the party-pooper who almost got his ass kicked. I really wanted to crack him in the jaw but since the people in attendance shouldn't have to witness me kicking some dudes teeth in I beat him down intellectually. Outside of that dickhead the night was uneventful. Right after our first break, local yodelling auction man was up on stage... for one full hour!
The boys in the band just had to sit there and listen to him ramble on and on. The Hannah Montana tickets went for $2,500, too bad I left my checkbook in my other pants.

I had the chance to play my new guitar (Bucky) and ate some pork rinds like a real brother. Once we make the drive home, Hook is gonna crash at my house so we can record in the morning. That's right baby ducks. We live this sh*t!

Magz
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www.funkparty.com

Feb 29: Duckhorn Tavern

2008-02-29T14:48:00.000-06:00

Here we go again. Time to be crazy. Our futile attempt to make everyone forget about their troubles for a few hours. I'm listening to Marvin Gaye's album "What's going on" and I'm blown away how it soothes me better than any drink, drug, or living thing. I hope to have the healing powers as he does tonight. I've already learned that our set up is being delayed to the venue being rented out for another event. Hope they don't mind a late start but I'm jonzing to play tonight. So I guess it's gonna be another unknown comedy show again. Without warning we've got a comic show happening between our sets. The room was being used until 9:30 so I have no idea how we're supposed to pull off this crowded room set up. Our production people were a bit disgruntled having to operate in another crowded room. Can't say I don't blame them. At least we've got a crowd already so maybe tonight we will be off to a nice start. The last comedian died a horrible death. His jokes went over live a fart in church. Poor dude.

However, when we hit the stage the place was on fire. The room was packed with people watching and dancing. This cat(I think his name is Larry) brought out a table full of friends to come see us. He even sported a little bling and a seriously pimp'n ass hat. I've got nothing but love for anyone who is down for the team. It was so nice to have a good vibe around me tonight. This is one of those nights that I don't want to end because I don't want to fall back into the darkness of "normal" life. I guess the reality for me is that if I don't get my dose of limelight I'm incomplete. Sad ain't it? Not for one a minute. My life is pretty damn cool!

Magz
Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

Feb 27: Buddy Miles - R.I.P

2008-02-27T09:16:00.000-06:00

While surfing the web I was once again kicked in the nadz of reality that I must be getting old. Another one of my musical influences has crossed over today at the age of 60. Best known for his work with Jimmi Hendrix and the Band of Gypsy’s, I first heard him sing the song “Changes” on the live Band of Gypsy’s album. The group's lone self-titled album chronicled a New Year's Eve 1969/1970 concert at New York's Fillmore East, and is hailed as one of the best live albums ever. To anyone who reads this journal, check out a copy of the Filmore East album and see if it inspires you to open your mind

As it’s done for me on so many lonely drives home after a show. Rest in peace, Buddy!

Magz

Dysfunkshun Junkshun
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Feb 22: Lubbock, A Long-Ass Drive

2008-02-22T12:30:00.000-06:00

So we packed the family in a rented 12 passenger van for the seven hour drive to Lubbock. As I walk out of the house to the van I realize that the gray-haired bitch that I call winter is still around because it's cold out here! We all took a day off from the job so we can make the trip. We're all loaded up and it's 8am... 8:30... 9:00.. C'mon, Junior! This one of the first times in a long time we've all traveled together. It's amazing. No fights, arguments, or disagreements. The family is a peaceful one. Or maybe we're all told not to let ego get in the way of the task at hand. Either way it's nice and quiet, and a bonding experience for us all. Some of the cats who usually ride in the "Smoking" car got to experience Big K's skilled driving ability, "Oh man, it's the wind!"

Along the way we stopped in Brownswood to grab some grub. Good old fashioned country food at a place called Underwoods. Haven't seen one of these in a long time. By the looks we're getting from the staff they ain't accustomed to seeing colored people as customers. We have so much time to gaze at the landscape then suddenly we're looking at the giant wind turbines. These things are huge.

After 7 hours we've finally made it, let's see what there is to do in Lubbock ...nothing! I guess they likes it that way. I did stumble upon the Buddy Holly memorial and a monument honoring Waylon Jennings. Two West-Texas greats. Outside of that, all we did was lay around at the venue. It was on the 14th floor of a bank and you could see forever in this vast flatland. That's all we did tonight. The gala ran way overboard so we helped ourselves to the open bar over and over. We may have played an hour and a half total tonight to maybe 15 people. After it was over we signed a few autographs (I still get surprised when someone asks but hey, I'm honored). Maybe they wanted to get the signature of the brotha who made it up to the 14th floor with out the cops chasing him. After that we went to the hotel and crashed. I know, boring! When I woke I didn't even feel as if I played at all. What a pity. Well, I guess every night can't be an off the chain party.

The only thing to do on the ride home is look at the vast open cotton fields. Somebody's getting paid. At least I have time to listen the iPod and check out some really cool videos. I never get much time to sit and enjoy some music so this is a real treat. Check next week's journal. Maybe somebody will drunk and naked, besides me!

Magz
Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

Feb 16: Pignettis, Killeen

2008-02-16T13:42:00.000-06:00

I'll be referring to tonight as the official Brother Magnum Jubilee! I will be celebrating my birthday tonight because the day of my birthday we happened to be off. Don't worry my people. All of the naked debauchery one could ever imagined took place on my birthday (and boy was it wild!) so I don't want you to think I'm getting old or anything.

But to me the ultimate measure of celebration takes place on stage since that's where I call home. Now unknown to us they had a comedy show get the crowd warmed up for us. Nice to know these things in advance. These cat's were funny but a bit cruel for bar patrons who came to see a band. I tried my best not to laugh at people who paid money to see us but some of it was just so damn funny I couldn't help myself.

Truth be told, I'm more interested in Gooch's hand shadow show. "Can I see a show of hands?!" This way no one gets offended and he never uses the "N" word (No band tab). Enough of that already.

We're sounding tighter than ever lately. It feels like putting on my favorite shoes whenever we play. Just comfortable. One thing about this town Killeen (or at least this club) is that the women are mad wild! Everyone wants to buy us drinks all night. I'm grown enough not to drink them all because I'd be down for the count for sure.

At the end of the night the bar manager grabbed my wireless mic off the stand when I wasn't paying attention and convinced the whole club to sing happy birthday to me. As corny as it was I was still blushing. Or maybe it was the tequila? I don't know if that was the case but what I do know is tonight was cool.

Now where were you again?

Magz
Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

Feb 11: Somebody say "Movie Star?"

2008-02-11T11:14:00.000-06:00

Just shot an interview for a national film series documentary about the Austin Music scene and how it’s changed due to the economic influence. I had so much to say but never really got around to saying much due to a few technical problems and my own self-censorship. It’s too easy to say one thing and it winds up being misinterpreted in the edit. Not that I’m one to hold back when someone asks me about something I’m really passionate about. I just never got around to it.

Austin was so cool at one time but the economic corporate influence really jacked this city up because so many cool music venues are dying due to increased rent and large corporate interest. Not that it’s a bad thing but I wish he had a better balance. I do my best to support places like Ray Hennings Heart of Texas Music and South Austin Music. I buy lot’s of equipment from these guys because they’ve always treated me like a friend more than a number. Those are the types of things I really wanted to say in the interview but never got that deep into it. I asked to come back a talk more about the austin music scene and I hope they have me back. Anyhow, I watched some of the documentary and it’s awesome. I can’t wait to see the final edit.

More on this later, peeps!

Magz

Feb 9: UT Sorority Bash

2008-02-09T11:23:00.000-06:00

Alright! It's Saturday night and I really need an attitude adjustment. I feel like I need a bath in some tranquility water. Everything around me is irritating the hell out of me. Maybe tonight's show will shake off these blues. Tonight we're another University Sorority formal. Should be interesting. Everyone else seems to be dragging today as well. Maybe it's in the air. Well enough on that. As always, a few laughs with the boys and I'm feeling like my old self again. In true college spirit everyone showed up late so I had my way with the nut bowl (now that didn't sound right). We sat for an hour and ate the cashews out of the bowls on the table. Ain't no way in hell I'll eat after a bunch of frat kids because lord knows where those dirty little hands have been. I was stoked to find this plastic rat that wound up on my pedal bag in Galveston at Mardi gras. Let's see how long he lasts before I lose him. They all seemed to arrive at one time and most of them were feeling no pain. They would walk up to me and scream in my face, "AHHHHHHHHHH!!! Dysfunkshun Junkshun! We love you guys!!!!" As much as I love that I couldn't seem to handle that tonight. Once we played they hit the dance floor and continued partying. Two songs later was followed by a drunken sorority girl on stage gyrating and trying to sing in my microphone. I let her have her fun but decided after hearing her scream another off chorus song in my ear it's time for her to go. It was strange tonight because they all seemed so much more reserved than they were in the past. Almost as if it's cool to wear a bow tie and be a conservative. Some of them actually dressed like Tucker Carlson. Ya know, that ass-hat conservative dude? What dicks! Some of the young republicans must have borrowed Daddy's Texas Flag vest ... I guess we're getting old because we were getting really irritated tonight with every antic they pulled. The band was much too sobre to even laugh. It's one of those Circle-Of-Life kinda things ... I'm sure I was drunk and out of control when I was a college freshman. Hell, I'm drunk and out of control while I'm writing this.

And the official count of how many girls fell over the monitors and onto the stage: 8

Magz
Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

Feb 8: Merkaba

2008-02-08T15:13:00.000-06:00

The week end has arrived and it's time to make the doughnuts. Another dark, dismal stage. How 'bout some lights Big K? This is beginning to Look like my bedroom lately. Dark and empty but ya never know what to expect. Tonight my wish was granted. We had an enthusiastic hard partying group of dancing people. We all were in great spirits and most of us were still draped in Mardi gras spirit with lot's of beads.
Canning Thursday night at the Belmont was a damn good idea for this band. We're in better shape when the week end arrives. Hook was dressed like a disco chef and we had dancing girls in our face all night. We saw lot's of familiar faces and we were paid cash out the door.

This night felt good people! Gimme more.

Magz
Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

Feb 2: Mardis Gras !!

2008-02-02T15:04:00.000-06:00

On the road to Galveston today to play a Mardi Gras celebration. It will be our third time playing this event. I just love this show. I knew things were off to a great start when I stopped to grab some hot tea at Starbucks and ran into no other than Larry the coffee guy. If you watched my video on blog on youtube you know who I'm talking about. He always puts a big smile on my face with his humor. The sun is shining and the tea was free so again I give a "Big Up's" to Larry the coffee dude.

Now the drive to Houston was a pure tension-filled, wrong-exiting, massive toll-fee-paying, headache-causing pain in the ass! By the time we made it to sound check I was ready to go off the deep end. I could really use a few moments of peace and tranquility. But this is Mardi Gras, so that's not going to happen. I want for a walk walk down the street where the parade is but this year it's been re-routed. Last year they charged $20 just to walk down the street where the beads were but this year it's free. How kind. Without the funding they've cut back on the vendors and entertainment. It looks much more hometown this year. Ya know, boring? I guess that's good if you live here but I want the big scene baby. It was weird this year. You walked down the street and stood under balconies of fat people who threw beads at you like you were a monkey in a zoo begging for peanuts. It looked like a metaphor for what this countries becoming. I had enough of that action, or lack of action. They even made flashing for beads a crime. WTF?

So back at the venue we were treated with open bar and open food privileges. Believe it or not, some people want to stick you in a small room as not to mingle with the royalty and give you peasant food. Not these people! They treated us like rock stars all night. Now these two cats had to get love from me because the entire night they shucked and fried oysters...for eight hours straight. ! That's a shucking long time but Damn, they were tasty! Next year, I'll make sure Waiter #1 either opens his eyes or smiles!!

I took so many pictures with so many people. It felt good that they wanted to make the band part of their memory of a big night. Showtime was off the chain because our full sound system coupled with some extra lighting made us look bigger than life. And tonight we were. We hit hard and we hit them repeatedly. They've already said they want us back next year so I have every intention of making next year's show into a beer-drinking, oyster-swallowing, bead-grabbing, wind-breaking experience for all. I bet you wanna be there too? That's Right, Son!

St. Magnum
Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

Jan 27: Jason, You da Man!

2008-01-30T09:23:00.000-06:00

It's Sunday afternoon I need my guitar tightened up. I don't usually rave about anything but here's someone I just want to brag about. Just had to give some proper respect to Jason, the owner of Jason's Guitar and sounds. He's been responsible for recharging my creativity by making my guitars into physical extensions of my inner soul. Not sure how he does it but whenever I send a guitar in for a repair it comes back feeling better than ever. In this picture he's holding my new Fender Strat that I've named "Buckey". If you play or want lessons he's the man to talk to. Check out his site at www.jasonsguitars.com

That's it. Thanks for the hook up's Jason!

Magz

Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

Jan 26: New Braunfels, Tx

2008-01-26T09:57:00.000-06:00

It's time to hit the interstate for more funk and bad food. We're doing a gala for the American Cancer Society tonight. As we rolled into town we saw bikes everywhere. It looked like a mini biker rally but they all looked like weekend warriors to me. Some of them walked into the BBQ joint we were eating at with their chests out and tried to stare me down as if they were bad asses. When I looked them fierce dead in the eye they looked away. Back to wall street son. You ain't for real.

So we headed to the gig and unloaded our junk in the green room. I brought my lap top in order to do some recording. I'm doing this little blues project that seems to be growing by the minute. It was one year ago to the day that I was in the same room playing the same show and recording my sax player for the song "Spiritual Friend". Now the ladies in the kitchen were making so much noise I had to shove the mic into the sax hole. Junior did one helluva job tracking bass on my mobile set up. Can't wait to dump the tracks at the home studio. They fed us in the green room and after eating the worst Chinese food in the world it was time to make the big noise.

This gala was also an auction. Someone donated $18,000 for this pic of some artists on the spot. Must be something avant garde because I ain't feeling it. But then again one persons art is another's angst.
Now to describe this show as just "fun", I would be misrepresenting an awesome night. This was the best show of 2008 without question. The people here showed more love than any club has all month, and we gave some love back. After a few encores it was time to hit the I-35 at top speed and dream it all up again. Just as I start the drive I turn on the radio because I couldn't find my iPod. I'm not really paying attention because a commercial is playing but something caught my attention. That's my song on the radio! Oh snap. KLBJ is playing "Get Away" from our last CD. I smiled ear to ear for the rest of the way. It's like watching your baby take their first step. So, How YOU doi'n!!

Bu-bye!

Magz

Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

Jan 25: Shooters..Austin,Tx

2008-01-25T09:15:00.000-06:00

We're playing a new venue tonight. I'm not sure what to expect. It's got that "blue collar " vibe to it so I hope they're funky. Regardless, I plan on doing what I do even if they're not. Some harp player came up and did his thing with us. I love a good jam session. It was cool to see so many people who we haven't seen us in years most of them said they don't go out much anymore and rather not drive downtown. We all agreed that vibe here is very care free and not as uptight as some of the people can be at some of these trendy spots. It was nice to park at a venue without having to pay and seeing people dancing first song out is always welcomed. Being that we didn't play Thursday everyone seemed to have more energy than usual. Maybe having a few days off ain't a bad thing after all. Well at least for some people!

Magz

Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

Jan 18: Speakeasy

2008-01-22T14:52:00.000-06:00

It was nice not suffering through another cold night at an outdoor shot. I think we all got some much needed rest. Of course I submerged myself in the recording studio so I'm recharged and refreshed.

I'm thrilled tonight because the folks from Burgentone are coming out tonight and I get to use one of those fine amps. They say it's 39 degree's tonight and its raining. I wonder what the crowd will be like?

Boom! People are out tonight and ready to dance. I have to salute our sax player hook for putting some fire on stage tonight. He was taking no prisoners on every solo and that inspired everyone else in the band to do the same. At one point a random babe came on stage and started kissing him after his solo. That's crazy! And that's what we like. All night was wild. I can't even remeber half of it. I bought a new camera and it was giving me issues so nothing to post. Just let it be said. Tonight was a blast. Thanks to all the people in Austin who still have soul.

I'm out!

Brother Magnum

Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

Jan 19: The Ranch, Temple, TX

2008-01-19T14:54:00.000-06:00

This our first time playing this spot so we have no idea what to expect. Ownership has recently changed and up until now it was a red neck bar. TC and Selton reminded me of the Blues Brothers movie as we drove closer to the venue. I took a picture of one of the marquis. Dysfunkshun Junkshun, Lightning Leon and chicken fried steak. I don't know who Lightning Leon is but I know this place has some good CFS according to hook. Look at the size of that sucker! He's got balls for eating that before a show. Poor Will is battling allergies and passed for something healthy. I'm finaly feeling 100% tonight so I'm gonna keep an empty stomach so I can be on top of my game. I'm glad I did, because the despite the hill-billy vibe the crowd got off on most everything we played. Hell, we even witnessed a good 'ole country boy shoving match in the middle of the dance floor. The only thing missing was the chicken wire.

We never stopped grooving the whole time because the girls just ignored them and kept on dancing. This was a suprising evening. I don't think anyone expected the amount of love they gave us tonight. After a few pictures with the lovelies we headed back out into the cold for another late night trip down I-35. Civilization never looked so uncool!

Magz
Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

Jan 17: Belont One Last Time ... Or NOT !

2008-01-17T12:12:00.000-06:00

For our last night here, mother nature turned the heater down and its about 36 degrees. I'll be shocked if anyone comes but I damn sure hope they do. Let's see. Then again let's don't. After consideration between the managment we thought it would be best to take the night off and reschedule on a Friday when it makes since and our fingers won't freeze. Good choice! I'm gonna stay home and "F" up some Rudy's BBQ!

Lata's!

Magz
Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

Jan 11: The day I almost killed myself for this sh*t!

2008-01-11T12:09:00.001-06:00

May the gods of rock-n-roll have mercy on my soul tonight. My flu hit full speed this morning and I'm dreading tonight. Not the gig, but just my fear of multiple bathroom runs. I'm taking lots of drugs, drinking Gatorade, and eating only soup broth. Damn, I'm hungry! After tonight is over I'm plan on eating like a Roman. I arrived on an empty stomach and I have to admit that I was pleasantly surprised with the size of the crowd here. This place is Cougar Central. If one more single soccer mom offers to buy me another drink or pinches me on the ass again I'm gonna lose my composure. We started off with a bang and the party was going great. So many women on the front row giving me those flirtatious looks. I don't care what anyone says in this business, it never gets old. I made it through the first two hours just fine but at midnight something hit me. I started sweating like I was Bobby Brown at a child support hearing and then the room began to spin. But I'm the show master I can't stop ...(right!). I kept going and going, with the show that is. No one in the band seemed to notice that I was on the verge of passing out. I always said I wanted to die on stage or on top of someone like you and I almost got my wish. I was refusing to give in because for some odd reason I did not want to "let anyone down". The show was beginning to suffer and the crowd was thinning out. I couldn't even remember what songs to pick because my brain felt like it was on fire. I just had to sing until 1:15AM (I kept telling myself) but at 1:10 my common sense told me to FTW and I said good night and walked off stage. This lady in the audience walked up to me and asked for a "shout out" for somebody (I still think that's corny) and I remember me telling her I can't because I need to throw up. The look on her face was priceless. I went to the back of the bar and collapsed. I was a bit disappointed that no one seemed to give a shift in the whole place. I have to give props to my light man Big K. for looking out for me afterwards and helping me get to my car. From that point I drove home in a total haze and crashed on my couch downstairs because I couldn't bear to walk upstairs. 2008 has started out as one F'd up year in so many ways but I'm not the least bit discouraged. If anything I'm more motivated than ever. I can't wait for next week and every week after that. I thank you for reading about "mi vida loca". I've got big plans baby...big plans.

Vladimir Dracula Von Stankfinger

Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

Jan 10: Back in Austin at the Belmont

2008-01-10T13:39:00.000-06:00

So here we are again. Back at our regular Thursday gig. We're and old school soul band playing outside at 8pm in the cold under a plastic tent. Hmmm...Being an optimist has it's advantages, for a little while I guess. I think the most exciting thing about this evening is the potential of a show in Europe. It's not for sure at this point but it's looking good. Haven't seen the boys this excited since the free beer which by the way we are due a few cases. Ya know, I was feeling great then my stomach started doing cart wheels. Oh no. My sax player Hook had a bout with this last week. Damn. If I can make it to my car for the immodium. It aint pretty people. It's real.

Thanks for reading. Where's the bathroom?

Magz

Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

Jan 5: Pignettis, Killeen, Tx

2008-01-05T11:57:00.000-06:00

Onward to the next town. Tonight were at a bar called Pignettis near Ft. Hood. This town can be pretty wild and that's alright with me. I have family that live in the area so I'm sure someone will make it out. Another unique thing about this town is that it's one of the most ethnically diverse cities we play which is way cool to me since I'm a product of diversity. We all made it home from Dallas for about four hours. Just enough time to be home to realize all the things you miss like kids, your woman, hot food. Yeah right! I ain't got none of that shit at my house. I changed guitar strings, ate some pork rinds and packed clothes for the next show. You are my family people and I'm ready to wreck a new town, son! Now that we made it I look at everyone and can tell that everyone is running on empty. One thing about Killeen is that if they love you they buy you drinks all night. Shot after shot of straight liquor and I don't have enough since to say no tonight. I even convinced Junior to take one I thought he was gonna hurl any second. I feel bad about because I'm not the kind of cat to pressure anybody to do that. Drink after drink. It kept coming and we all kept drinking. It made tonight unmemorable for me. Well at least we've got some pictures to prove that I was here becuase I don't remember a damn thing. Hello!?
Magz
Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

Jan 4: The Glass Cactus, Grapevine, Tx

2008-01-04T11:42:00.000-06:00

A few hours of sleep and we're on the road again, this time heading to Dallas. Actually Grapevine, which is in the burbs. The Glass cactus is an awesome venue with state of the art sound and lighting so we'll be shooting video and pictures for the web site. We have to be at the venue extra early for sound check so we were on the road by noon. I think production headed out two hours earlier. I have a love/hate thing about the road. I really enjoy it once I'm rolling but when I'm at the house in the studio I don't wanna leave. This isn't for everyone. I've seen so many people come and go in my time. I've bought into this fantasy and I'm still as excited as the first time I ever hit the road.

Then suddenly....oh shit! I'm watching a car rolling over multiple times right before my eyes directly in front of us. We're doing about 70 MPH but we were able to stop. When I looked in the rear view I saw cars locking brakes and I was very worried someone was gonna smash into us from the rear. As I look in the mirror I see a car coming at us top speed with the brakes locked and tires smoking. I remember looking in the mirror saying "Please stop" out loud. Luckily it did but cars continued to streak by. Oddly enough no one was stopping. It was smack in the middle of Dallas on the Interstate and were the first ones on the scene. I walk to the car expecting to see a mangled body but instead I see a frightend woman trying to call 911. Not a scratch on her. After trying to force open the door of an upside-down van. An ambulance and Police car arrived so we made the scene. What a trip. Just shows you how fast things can change. You have to live people. You never know when you card will be punched.

At last we arrived and I was blown away by the size of the stage and the lighting. The staff was top notch and uncharacteristly helpful. It's like I've gone to heaven. The resort adjacent to the hotel was as cool as the venue. TC said it reminded him of something in Vegas. I have to agree after seeing the biggest damn wall of projection TV in my life. After a quick bite it was showtime and we had no idea what to expect considering it was our first time here. The women were at the front of the stage and treating me like a rock star. They all wanted pictures and if I went to the edge of the stage they all reached out wanting to touch my hand like I was god-like. Well since I am, touch me babies. I don't mind. Feels so good to do this and be appreciated. Austin could learn a thing or two about how to enjoy themselves instead of being uptight. Well not everyone. Just the climate. After the show as were walking into this huge resort I observed a huge circle of people, most of them smiling and clapping to a few guys playing guitar and a blues harp. Not to miss a late night jam session I jumped and started singing. They were a bunch of Jesus freaks down for a convention. After several choruses of singing "amen" and "jallelujha" I realized there were no women around so I realized I had enough of this action. I'm not one to hang out at sausage fest.
Besides, our light man Big K brought some wonderful chocolate flavored booze he picked up in Germany a few weeks back and after several glasses the room is beginning to spin...good night!

Magz

Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

Jan 3: First Show of the New Year

2008-01-03T11:35:00.000-06:00

Wow! I can't believe I'm still at it. Thought for sure I'd be old and matured by now. Not hardly baby! I still have the burning desire to do this every chance I can. It was freaking 30 degrees today and the show is outside. I really wish we would have started this gig in the spring. Mother nature is a gray haired bitch and she won't let all of her daughters come out in the cold. We only want a few of them. Starting on an ever changing note, I get a call from Hook. He's sick as a dog so we need a sub tonight. The talented Nathan Peoples was kind enough to oblidge. The attendance around here has been a bit hampered due to the cold. It's under 40 degrees out here and I can't blame anyone for not wanting to be outside but I wish they were. Even with a smaller crowd we had a great time jamming together. Tony bought a new key board and I chose to entertain myself by looking at all of the dazzling lights on it. After the second set, it began to rain on parts of the stage, so the bar manager gave us the OK to go home early. I'm looking forward to Dallas tomorrow night. If you're reading this I hope you made it.

Magz

Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

NEW YEARS EVE 07

2007-12-31T11:48:00.000-06:00

This been an awesome year for us. So much change and so many faces. I can’t even keep up. Tonight is gonna be off the chain. I was shocked to find out that we had an opening act when I arrived and he wanted to set up before us. Tsk Tsk bro! Let me explain what opening act means. We worked it all out and hit the town for food. Austin has become so greedy when it comes to the holiday’s. We tried going to a few small restaurants but we were shocked to learn that they had special “holiday” menus and they would double the price of every meal. Although I’m rich (bitch I'm not going to pay $35 for a plate of pasta that is usually eight dollars. We found a hot dog vendor but just as we approached him he told us the city just shut him down for not having the proper permits and even threatened to throw away his merchandise if he wasn’t gone in an hour. He was an older black dude and he told me how much this is going to mess his year up because it’s the busiest night of the year for street vendors. I tipped him $20 just out of solidarity. The way this world is becoming is really sad. Maybe I’m just too honest when it comes to someone trying to make a living. They’d rather see people begging but they lock out a guy who wants to work. This country needs a revolution! OK. I just took my meds so let me get back the show.

The line to get into our show wraps all the way around the club and at $50 a person, somebody’s getting paid tonight for real! From the first song I was in a rage. Not one drink in me but if you’d have watched me you would have thought I was on crack. The band sounded so tight I couldn’t help myself.

Again I had the joy of playing one of these Burgentone amps and again I have to say it is by far the best amp I’ve played. Mike and his wife were kind enough to bring one out for me to play again. I smell endorsement or something. I have to have one man. This night flew by and I can’t remember much more than everyone telling me how we kicked ass. I really hope we did because I couldn’t be more appreciative of the fact that so many people came out to see us. I’m so sincere baby. Thirteen years in this band and all I can say is I can’t wait to see 2008 . I’m gonna hold it down and have my way with IT. And I hope you wanna watch!

Happy New Year Freaks!

Magz

Dec 27: The Belmont

2007-12-27T11:41:00.000-06:00

It’s colder than a polar bear's toe nails tonight and it’s two days after Christmas. We all huddled around the heaters but I really don’t expect to see many people out here but they’ve got the outside stage area covered by a clear tent. I just hope it doesn’t rain on us. Well into the second set we were rained on as I feared. The crowd was surprisingly strong so I hated to end early but after the show I went to Antones and watched the band Arch Angels for the first time. I’ve met several of those guys over the years but that was the first time I watched them collectively. What an awesome band but Charlie Sexton owned it the whole night. I don’t think I saw any of the guys besides him smile once during the whole show. I guess they had the blues. Very inspirational show. I came home and wrote a cool blues song the next morning. Long live the blues baby!

Magz
www.funkparty.com

Dec 26: The Day After

2007-12-26T11:39:00.000-06:00

Well Christmas is over. Hope ya got some cool stuff. I usually don't journal non-gig days but I'm so happy to be in the studio today I had to write about it. I'm working on this little CD for myself on those melancholy days. You know, those days where solitude is a welcomed luxury? No ones calling and nothing is standing between you and the subconcious mind? If you ever want to see the real you try it once. You'd be suprised what you might find. I wrote this really cool song called "Just me". If you wanna check it out email me at info@funkparty.com. I'll email you the mp3. If not that's cool too. I heard Brittany's CD "Is to die for" and maybe a little easier for you to comprehend. He he!

Magz
Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

Dec 23: Houston ... No You Didn't !!

2007-12-23T10:32:00.000-06:00

We had an unusual friday and saturday night off. I guess I should appreciate it but I was busy doing other things so it's not like I had an opportunity to rest. I can't sleep or think much of anything elese but the disappointment I'm having to chase our money tonight. This is our fourth year playing this event but for some reason they told our agent that they would mail our check after the event. I spent all day on the phone with her trying to get this resolved. It bums me out because their rational is that if something were to happen (like we didn't show) they would have no recource. Now I don't want to sound ungreatful, but after four shows for the same event where they've called back continually, I feel like I've been kicked in the balls. Reason being they should know that it's close to Christmas and we expect the money to be paid as listed in the contract but despite our long standing reputation we get a vote of no confidence. This is another reason my Christmas season is looking so dark. I had to stay on the agent to get it resolved because hell hath no fury like a broke musicians fury. If we don't get that check on Monday, look out.

Just when things seemed to calm down for me I get a phone call from TC that he's in the emergency room with a severe case of strep. He'll make the gig but the doctor said he's highly contagious. I think I need to pee on my hand and change my luck. Not sure if it will actually work but I'm willing to try anything at this point because fate isn't being kind at all. They were kind enough to feed us a bunch of hamburgers before the show and it was apprecieated. At least it wasn't ham and biscuits. The show itself was off the chain tonight. It had all the energy needed to make this one of best Christmas shows of the year. We were kindly reconsoled with a fat tip and the promise of wanting us back next year. I'm down for that as long as we get this payment thing correct then it's cool. We had so much fun looking at the tight skirts it will keep us energized for New Years.

Now it's 2AM Christmas Eve. I hope everyone reading this had someone to snuggle up to when I was writing this. That's all I want for Christmas, Santa. So you can take that piece of coal you left me for being bad and shove it up your north pole!

Magz

Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

Dec 20: The Belmont

2007-12-20T10:28:00.000-06:00

It's going to be a cold night out here. The club has now wrapped the courtyard in a plastic tent to keep the party going on year round.. I'm cool with that. It's so close to Christmas that the crowd is fairly scarce. At least my brother showed up tonight and jammed with us. That's always a treat for me. I spent most the day chasing money from last night so I m not in the mood type anymore. Maybe tomorrow's will be more interesting.

Gotta go. C-ya!

Mag$

Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

Dec 19: Bring it on Austin

2007-12-19T08:10:00.000-06:00

Alright. It's time to bust a rhyme and shoot that slime. Another holiday show awaits us. Not thirty minues into that morning and my drummer calls. The day job has got him locked down for the night and he may have an issue making it to the show tonight. Ahhhhh damn! I'm already stressed enough. Now I have to hunt down a drummer for the evening. I'm calling all these cat's but I guess its too early to expect most musicians in this town to be up if they played the night before. Hell, try to catch me in the morning after we played. TC was able to track down a drummer so I think we're saved for tonight. I just want to make it through the next two weeks without losing it. I can't think of anything motivating me today except the lure of money. Too bad its not easy money. I have to bring it every night whether I'm in the mood or not. If you've never been a lead singer you'll never get it. You set the climate of the band some nights, huh, even if it's raining in your world. It's just overkill at this point tonight. A few laughs and a down beat and I'll be good to go.

I'm greeted by the hotel coordinator asking me if we're almost done. I had to remind him that our contract requires three hours and if he expects it to happen in one hour he's out of luck. I headed to the green room to see if they had decent food and was shocked to see the selection....

Boiled ribs and water! No sauce, no salt, no flavor. I decided to ask the coordinator what the deal was. I wanted stress the importance that we had three muslims in the band (just to shock them) and we needed something other than pork. She showed us.
This time we got chunks ham and biscuits! We all laughed and raped the guests buffet. Now showtime was bizzare. We just did our thing for a few hours and now they want more. But only ten people were left. So we did it and now I'm forced to chase down another check tomorrow. After listening to my agent telling me to wait until next week I'm about to go postal. I had to remind the agent that wasn't going to fly and I needed a check before christmas. "Of course I'll get it...in the mail". Damn! Getting people to pay money in this business is a pain in the ass lately. I'm gonna be their exlax until they get it right.

Mag$

Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

Dec 17: Another Photo Session

2007-12-17T11:25:00.000-06:00

Pictures....something we have to do every now and then I guess. I used to get so excited whenever I would shoot video or pose for a photo session. I guess people need to see what they hear so I must oblige. Everyone was tired as can be after the weekend. Poor Marc looked like he hadn’t slept since Saturday. Despite it all I was amazed how easy this one was. Either we’ve got it down to a science or were just too tired to give a damn. I think it’s a little of both. The best picture of the night had to be the last one I posted. Just before the camera flashed someone in the band relieved some internal gastronomical tension. Funny thing is that we’re still thirteen year old boys at heart. No matter how tense the situation It only takes a fart to make us feel alive again. Ain’t that sweet?

Magz

www.funkparty.com

Dec 15: On the road to Irving

2007-12-15T10:27:00.000-06:00

Subject: Dec. 15..On the road to Irving

Tonights show in Irving was a memorable one. As I walked to the hotel this sign should have been the clue:

We had more techical difficulties tonight than I've seen in my thirteen years. Sad to say but some things could have been avoided if the hotel didn't provide us with jacked up electrical boxes or if we would have had better surge protection. This is the unfortunate reality of rock -n-roll. If you ever think it's going to run smoothly, look out! That's when fate comes along and kicks you between the pockets.

Despite it all we pulled up our pride and still rocked the party. Like they say, The show must go on and it. Four hours later and I'm spent. Let's write this one off, fix our shit, and get ready for Wednesday. Well, after the deputies pulled us over for speeding. Can you believe it? We got pulled over for going 64 in a 60! Since we were all sober and they didn't give us too much of a hassle I decided I'd let them live. Besides, they are only here to protect and serve. Right?

Hey, it's Christmas time. Maybe I still have a little holiday spirit in me. Just keep it between us.

Magz

www.funkparty.com

Dec 13: Another holiday party.

2007-12-13T14:38:00.000-06:00

I'm still saying bahhh-humbug. I'm thankful for another opportunity to be here but I'm jonzing to be in the studio creating something cool. We're all coming here straight from work so I'm having to field calls and drive through this traffic. The event coordinator said that this is a wild group. I hope so becuase I could use a little crowd energy tonight instead of letting some lame audience drain me. I want some of their soul for a change.

My wish was granted when I walked to the mic and said my usual "Hello. We're Dysfunkshun Junkshun". I was almost floored by all of the screaming women. I mean it was like a shot of adrenalin. They gave it up all night long (I mean they danced). I got everything out of life I needed tonight. This is the reason why I dig this scene. You just never know what to expect. I like suprises and I hope you do to because I have another one for you. Real soon!

Magz
Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

Ike Turner ... Rest in peace!

2007-12-13T08:45:00.000-06:00

I was saddened today to learn that Ike Turner passed away. Some of you may think I'm posting this as a joke. It's probably those of you who only know of Ike Turner from the movie you saw. However, I met him several years ago after a show we played in town and he was one of the nicest legends I ever met. He showed me respect and kindness even though we were total strangers. One of my musical mentors played sax for Ike and Tina in the sixties and seventies and he remembered him to this day.

In closing I ask you to open your mind and go beyond the Hollywood desicration of the dark times in his life and listen to some of his music and maybe you can gain something out of the negativity. Well, I'm done with my part trying to salvage another musical legend so the rest is up to you...thank you Ike for your contribution. Rest in peace.

Magz

Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

Dec: 6, 7, 8 .. Ahhh damn!

2007-12-08T11:16:00.000-06:00

Subject: Dec. 6, 7 & 8..ahhh damn!

Well I spent several hours between sound checks writing some cool stuff all three days; a butt load of typing too.

AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH! Unfortunatley but I had some tech problems and wound up deleting everything. One thing that stands out was Friday night's 8-hour show (yes eight freaking hours).

One look at Marc and that can speak for the band that we're all pretty tired and extremely crazy by the end.

We had a chance to play these really cool Burgentone amps. Mike is the designer & CEO, and we're hoping to get another endorsement since Fender and Mesa Boogie ain't showing us love. Besides, they ain't got shit on these Burgentones. Best amp I've ever heard.

Well, that's it. Come back next week and hope like hell I don't reintialize my treo before a hot-synch..damn. That kind of turns me on!

Magz

Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

Dec 1: Dallas .... again!

2007-12-01T12:01:00.000-06:00

Sleep is over rated so we're on the road to Dallas so we can sing some songs and shake some thongs. I'm feeling better than I have in a while today but would please pull that siren out of my head. This ringing is driving me nuts. After patiently waiting for Junior (note heavy sarcasm) we hit the road again packed in two vans. The boys in production stayed in Temple and the rest of us had the pleasure of sleeping in our own beds. I'm just looking forward to stopping somewhere and grabbing some food. I think it's gonna be Waco today becuase our light man needs to make a pit stop. I know they've got a BBQ joint off the interstate and with three brothers and one big country boy in the car, some meat is about to get consumed. And yes indeed. It was da 'bomb'. Now that I'm fat and full I'm ready to attack the big city of Dallas with pants below my knees and a bucket of vasoline. Who's first? So back to the show. It's at the flight musuem in Dallas, some sort of a benefit.

This is a really cool place. Inside they have jets and planes on display from every era of flight. To be underneath them is pretty astounding.

Check out this cool mustang. The owner was offered $140,000 and he said, "No thank you." It's a nice ride, but for that loot you can get yourself a nice red white and blue house.

Now after another long wait in a sterile dressing room and watching restring his bass, the one with the good tone (as we refer to it) we played a few songs. Suddenly some local reporter came up to MC the evening. Nice guy with a speaking voice not to be denied. After his speech some asshole came and started bitching at production because he said the music was too loud. The dumb ass sat directly in front the speaker and complained about the volume of an iPod playing soft jazz. Normally we'd be more understanding but when you approach us with disrespect your night will only get worst. The best thing all night is when we told the event coordinator her response was for him to "turn his hearing aid off or go sit in the back. We're here to party." A woman after our hearts for sure. We contined waiting for the stage call and it was a late one. We played maybe and hour to an enthusiastic group of people. I will say that the last song of the evening I could really feel that the boys were tired. It didn't have the usual bounce but as much as we've been working Hell, I'm tired too. This is defintely a memorable evening in a really cool venue. Now that is over I'm happy to write that my head ache is gone and we're on the road.

If you've ever wondered what motivates me night after night to play with all my heart, here it is. I'm still eyeing my first private jet. Let a man have a dream people.

Magz

Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

Nov 30: Open Season on Holiday Ca$h

2007-11-30T12:00:00.000-06:00

My poor head is ringing like nobody's business. Drug induced no doubt. Can't wait to get off these meds. If the event planner calls me one more time I'm gonna lose it. She's cool but baby, let us do our thang! So now I'm sitting in the back seat of TC's car on the way to the show. I wonder what it's going to take to get me motivated enough to wanna crawl out of this backseat and sing? If I knew I hope it shows up soon. I could use it. Well really, I don't need it. Maybe I'm feeling stir crazy and need some fresh air. Alas! We're here. People in this town called Killeen are totally mesmerized by us as we exit the car. They are staring at us in awe. Austin is so spoiled with all the talent that Bob Dylan could walk down Congress avenue with a guitar on his back an no one would even notice. Now put him in a Long horn jersey then look out for the stampede. It always feels good to see the boys at sound check. No matter how tired we may be there is always someone who will make you laugh.

Junior forgot his favorite bass and wound up with his clear "rock bass". We refer to it as the redemption bass in honor of his star spangled banner solo he played after our set last July 4th as the local sound crew lost their mind. Being in a band can be so damn entertaining. With nothing else to do we may as well geek out on the phone for a while but the dinner bell just went off and they just served us an excellent seven course meal. Now thats love! After the grub I actually sat through the company presentation.. Very interesting. Really! They build broad band sattelite for the governments of Iraq, Afgahnistan, and several countires in Africa. Nice to see diplomacy in action. Even more interesting is the fact that this is an alcohol free company party. I guess the chance of seeing another drunk sales guy with a lamp shade on his head or a tipsy secretary dancing on a table tonight aint gonna happen. We played our hearts out but they gave back as much as I expected of a bunch of sober people in suits would expect to do. We just clowned the whole night to break the monotany. Maybe it was wild. If it was I can't see it through all these drugs. I guess I may as well drink a shot of the cough syrup for the ride home. Thanks for riding with me.

Haaaaaaack-tooooooooey! Careful. Don't step on that.

Magz

Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

Nov 29: The Belmont ... Hazy Days of Winter

2007-11-29T11:59:00.000-06:00

Well here I go again. Another hazy day over after being at work all day and feeling like I'm in a fog due to a bunch of drugs. I think the pharmacutical industry is getting over by charging far too much money on prescription drugs but sometimes they are the best solution for those of us burning the candle a both ends.

Even though I'm sick I'm looking forward to the Belmont tonight. We get some good grub prior to the show and the cool weather will make things pretty easy to groove. I talked to Marc and he to sounds as bad as I feel. Now that the cough medicine has taken full effect let's see how it feels to drive down I-35 in rush hour traffic. I was amazed to find it to be pretty light for a change. Now the weather was pretty chilly and that's not good for this raw throat. I'll tough it out because I owe everyone who came out here to see us. The Dallas/Greenbay game was so if you know anything about Texas, the streets roll up around here when the cowboys are having a winning season.

Not much to say about tonight except Hook had on a really pretty shirt. He wanted to play his solo sitting on one of the monitors. Truth be told I think he wanted let the ladies check out his style. I ain't mad at ya. Y'all know that's how I roll.

Lay-da!

Magz

Nov 23: Merkaba Lounge

2007-11-26T10:11:00.000-06:00

Subject: Nov. 23 Merkaba Lounge

Ahhhhhhh. The day after Thanksgiving. Hope you got your grub on like I tried. I had the rare opportunity to have dinner with my parents and the rest of my family. Eating at home is always great except we did the potluck thing (which is cool) but I prefer moms cooking. Coincidentaly this is the biggest shopping day for retail and they call it "Black Friday". Hell, they should call it "Broke Friday" the way I see it. I'm trying to get to the gig and all of these holiday shoppers are messing up my flow. Man, get out of my way. I've got to make some noise in this city tonight. Truth be told, I really would like to stay home and get some sleep. A few of my friends "mistakingly" called me early the last two mornings and I feel like an old sock. I've been a bit under the weather and my ears are ringing from all the cold medicine. I probably need to take something because my head is throbbing too. I think what I really need to do is just get up and get down.

I've got some new toys on my pedal board so that should be enough to motivate me. Once I had a chance to play through it live it sounded great.

We had Nathan sitting in on sax again and I'm here to tell you, this dude can blow. Only 21 years old and he sounds like a seasoned vet. He's got a nuclear future for sure. I was thrilled that so many people came out but I wasn't very happy with our performace. We've sounded better and I'm not one to let a sloppy performance go unnoticed. My throat felt like it had broken glass in it all night so singing was not very pleasureable tonight. I'll let this one wash away like stanky bath water.

Thanks for reading...

Magz

Dyfunkshun Junkshun www.funkparty.com

Nov 24: Fort Worth...Holiday Traffic Sucks!

2007-11-24T10:17:00.000-06:00

Yee-haw bitches! We're on our way to cowtown for another swank debutaunt ball. I feel a touch better but still a bit disappointed with my performance last night. Maybe I'm just too hard on myself at times. The crowd seemed to enjoy it so that's really all that should matter but I need to get what I desire out of this as well. Last night was like bad sex for me, I didn't get what I needed out of it but at least it was still sex. I know. Creepy anology but that's me sometimes. Now the weather is cold, rainy and snow is in the forecast. This really sucks because I'm not the only person feeling ill.. TC's sick and he's got this hat on. I told him he looks like one of the Cosby kids. When I showed the picture to him he made me swear that I wouldn't post it but this is too funny to ignore. So I just guzzled a gallon of coffee and I hope it will be the key shaking me out of this medicinal haze I find myself under again. I could use a strong performance to get me through this dreary day. That is if we can ever get there. Holiday traffic sucks. Hell, holidays suck. Since self loathing isn't getting me very far I may as well answer my phone. Its my production manager Will letting me know they made it but he's getting no cooperation from the venue and they may be late getting set up. Told him I hate to hear that but if it helps him any, we will probably be late as well because the rain is coming down in buckets and this will soon be turning into snow..oh damn. We haven't even made it to the freaking venue. Oh yeah, I hate holidays. My headache seems to have intensified over the last few hours, a little something to accompany my sore throat I guess. I'm trying to find it in me to dig up a smile and a convincing vibe for this audience to make them believe I'm happy to be here tonight. Somehow I know I'll make it happen. I have to. Now that we've made it we wondered how our counterparts in the other vehicle are doing? As we park I notice the other guys standing outside the van with bewildered looks on their faces. They decided to get off the beaten path of the interstate in order to take the backroads but they learned the hard way never to leave the true route. They were all covered in mud and looked a bit bewildered. Turns out they found out the short cut ended at a muddy road. Tony said he would post his story so I'm looking forward to getting a laugh out of it. After sound checked we were escorted down a hall, up a flight of stairs, and a few stutter steps to the right to a green room. I know its not much but to have a green room with hot food is the most hospitable thing a venue can ever do for a working band.

You're liable to be stampeded if you stand between the boys and a warm meal after a long road trip. We needed all the fuel we could get for this evening. I'm happy to say that much needed strong night was a reality. Although a bit cold first thirty minutes, we were treated with, love, respect and warm chinese food the rest of the evening. We sounded like the strong soul machine that we be. And guess what? My headache is no longer alive. Funny how a good night can ease most of my pain. We just need to make it home in one piece through this freezing rain and cold wind. Hold me damn it! Hold me...

Magz

Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

Nov 18: 3 out of 5 stars!

2007-11-18T10:07:00.000-06:00

We're playing at a wedding reception in Austin at the Wildflower Center. It’s a beautiful place and its nice playing outside but tonight that won't be the case because of mother nature. The threat of rain forced the band to setup inside. Now everyone is in panic mode, except our production manager Will and his nerves of steel. That’s my man! About that time Hook walks in with the current Austin Chronicle Paper. Unbeknownst to any of us, the CD was reviewed in this issue. Now, I can say I really don't give a damn what critics have to say because I never let anyone’s opinion decide my fate, but to me it’s nice to have your art recognized considering how things like this are so crucial to get "street cred" as a composer around here. They give it three out of five stars and refer to it as "good". Considering how they usually shit on every other local project I guess that's pretty cool. Also, it's a limp dick-slap in the face of so many people who referred to this band as just a "cover band" while their projects never see the light of day..that’s right. I said it! After reading the review I was feeling great all night during the show despite the number of condescending punks who continually tried to tell me how and what to play. The beauty of it is one guy wanted to toast everyone so I gave him the mic and gave a few directions on what not to do. He looked at me as if he was far beyond taking any guideline from the likes of me. He turned to speak and stood right in front of the speaker and got blasted with speaker feed back...priceless!

Magz

Dyfunkshun Junkshun

www.funkparty.com

Nov 18: Pre-show

2007-11-17T17:38:00.000-06:00

Damn! The maid service woke me up. It's time to to get back in the studio. Hours before the show and in the studio providing some production work for rapper Trade Marques. In two hours we managed two record three songs. I owed him a few solids so this was my way to show him love for all the help he's given us over the years. He's got a video shoot tomorrow and wants me to be in it. Damn...I can't get off this train!

Magz
Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

Nov 17: Speakeasy

2007-11-17T10:13:00.000-06:00

Subject: Nov. 17 Speakeasy

Well everyone should be fired up for tonights show after last night. I know I'm ready. I'm going to attempt to take a short nap since I'm only on four hours of sleep. My guess is that it won't happen because people usually start blowing up my phone around showtime. I hate that but since I'm the one who got this mess started I have to steer this big 'ol piece of dookie. So for that reason I didn't bother trying to sleep. Instead I lay on my bed like a zombie and watched a documentary about U2. I've been following them since their first album and long for the day to be free to focus on creating music without the tremendous amount of drama on the local scene. I've never wanted to be a "rock star" so to speak. I've always just wanted to create and share emotion. I guess music has become a religion to me now and without music I'd be a pretty dangerous person.

So now that I've shared so much of me let me get off my ass and go to tonights church at the Speakeasy. When I arrive I immediately lose my good feeling because my amp sounds like garbage. I think its time to change my set up. I have as many amps as I have guitars so I can pick and choose.

Then once again I'm forced to change clothes in another dark and lovely bathroom. I miss the days when this town cared about musicians and actually had dressing rooms. When we hit the stage it was evident that our rep is growing stronger. I know this because the place was slamming all night. The house was straight packed.

The one thing I really remember was the lawyer I knew in the front row who continued to buy us shots of tequila. What a trip. I don't even like it but for some reason it continued to force its way into my liver. I always hate getting buzzed at a show because once I sweat out the booze the night drags on. And it did. So now that its finally over I'm going home to have a bowl of cereal and sleep this shit off.

Viva Patron!

Magz

Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

Nov 15: Back at the Belmont

2007-11-16T11:43:00.000-06:00

Well alright ya'll! Let's get back in the swing of things. I'm sure everyone in the band will be pretty hyped from Tuesdays TV show. I haven't seen the broadcast yet but I've heard we looked great but the audio was distorted most of the performance. I'm not worried. My rep is formed from being a live performer anyways. Ya'll know that!

So here we are at the Belmont. We really need a strong night since I consider us "1-1". These things take a little time. So now I've fought my way through the traffic and into the club. When I park the car and get out I get a really scenic view of the down town buildings. Not every country boy's vision but to me it looks like progress. So once outside I realize it's cold...very cold. I mean cold for us. I think it's about 49 degrees and that's too damn cold for me.

We've ordered some food so that means we'll have to eat fast since we're outside. That probably won't be a problem for me since I'm so hungry. And apparently so were the rest of the boys. I hate having to change clothes in the restroom. People are usually cool when they come in but nothing worse than changing your clothes while you have listen to random people pissing.

Despite the cold weather the house was rocking all night. Junior was on stage with less than three hours of sleep but you would have never known.

Again we had the pleasure of TC playing with Larry Seyer. It's like listening to two guitar hero's. I swear I get wood every time they play together.

Marc's friend Nathan sat in on sax. He played some really nice stuff with Hook. It was nice to have two horns again. I know we were on fire because the women were all over a brother. If we would have sucked tonight they wouldn't have given me the time of day. Ok, ya'll know that ain't true because I've got more game than a Sony Play Station Portable. I'm really happy we had such a good crowd and this a great to start the weekend. Well, it's late and I need a shower.

Later,

Magnum

Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

Nov 14: Live TV on the Infynit Hour

2007-11-14T10:49:00.000-06:00

So here it is. The night of the live DFJ TV apperance and I've got the head ache from hell. WTF? Not tonight. Either way I have to suck it up and show my ass tonight. I don't half-step when I hit the stage. Well that was my plan at least.

Our good friend and former sound man Norm came by to hang out. He just got off the road with country super star Alan Jackson and rock icons Kiss. Mad respect to him.

Once we started sound check for the audio crew I broke a damn guitar string. I guess that works out because this guitar is refusing to stay in tune. I've got 14 guitars I happen to grab the one that won't cooperate. TC was kind enough to let me use one of his guitars. Now that we're finished sound checking we get to play the waiting game. Sitting in the green room I noticed these huge paper machet figures with guitars.

Damn! Somebody put LSD in the coffee or something cuz those are tripping me out! Once stage call arrived we were on fire the entire time. It was strange perfoming into a camera that long without an audience. And according to the guys in the band my segue commentaires between songs were too funny. I can't wait to see it. When ever I get that creative spirit I say some very animated shit but I can't recall it. I'll just have to watch.

Mad respect to Orlando and the crew from the Infynit hour ..... Peace!

Magz

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

Nov 12: Last minute rehearsal

2007-11-12T20:43:00.000-06:00

It's Monday night and we really thought it would be a good idea to get together to run some of the song from the CD with Selton since he's only played them once or twice. I really admire his dedication because in one day he learned four songs off the CD. They sound great and TC showed up to coach him on it as well. We spent about two hours making some serious magic. Can't wait until Tuesday night. I'm a little nervous since it's live TV but a little pressure is a good thing to break the norm. Check out tomorrows post. It should be pretty interesting.

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

Nov 10: Two shows...Twice the Exhaustion

2007-11-12T09:12:00.001-06:00

After waking up from last nights food and funk we all rolled out of bed and then to the stage. Lately this band makes me feel like a fat kid in the bakery with his allowance. I'm gonna get it while the goings good. The first show was a day event and I tell ya, I did my best to contain myself when some little girl in the party had the nerve to tell me after the second song to pick it up or we can leave. I crawled up her ass like a barbed wire supositiry (Damn that's pretty funny). We played a short time, ate a few table scraps(and I do mean scraps) then jumped into our rides for the trip way out in Willie Nelson country.

We played a party at an 8800 square foot home. I don't think it was a HUD home.. We were some what out of the way but all of the people were so nice it made up for the thin crowd. I will say they were some of friendliest we've had the pleasure playing for. Every dude in the house reminded me of a high school football coach. You know the broad-shouldered, sharp chin, macho man. Much testosterone and posturing. The hardest part about tonight will be driving on these country roads at night getting back to Austin. Two nights in a row about half of a mile past BFE. Show me the way to go home. I'm gonna drink myself asleep, wake up and drown myself in chicken wings and sweaty, greasy stinky money.

Magnum

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

Nov 10: Crazy-Ass Saturday

2007-11-11T20:11:00.001-06:00

One of those "Two-Gig Saturdays" that rolls around now and again. Both private events at private residences, and the whole day was filled with fuuuuun shit!

Here's me with some guy, Ed. He was kinda tall, almost too tall. (Is that subtle enough for ya?) Nice guy, nice Rolex. Super big hands. TC ran into him in Vegas back in his boxing years... you couldn't pay me enough to jump in a ring with this guy. Even the size of his sportscoat was scary. Just to put the photo into perspective, I'm 6 feet tall.

This was a wedding and reception, we played a pretty beat-up version of Love Actually, and unfortantely, it sounded like Ass Actually. Bride loved us though, she's a trip.

I tried to take a short cut from one gig to the second, but couldn't find the last connector. I knew we were close, just under pressure to get to the next gig. Effing dark. Had to double back to 71 about 20 extra miles. But this house was there waiting for us... Can I even still use the word"house?"

So this picture doesn't even do it justice, camera phone, but I was blown away by this property. Tile everything, lots of windows, waterfall in the pool, indoor & outdoor bars, 15 flat screen televisions, tons of food and bottles of booze everywhere. I kept expecting everyone at the entire party to suddently turn into vampires and eat the band ... I guess we left early.

They had us setup right infront of the pool, which was great until A-trains $1.00 hat flew in. Easy come easy go ... "Whoever jumps in the pool gets a FREE HAT!"

Then a kind gentleman was (ahem) kind enough to hand us a bottle of vodka. A chilled bottle of Grey Goose. This is our second Saturday in a row where a bottle joined the band. Must be something in the air ... must be something in my belly.

I remember NOT taking a big pull on that bottle, for good reason. The ride home was up and down and left and right and DEER and OH SHIT ! But I also remember, it was Nice and Cold.

The owner was a trip, not what you'd expect. Clayton and Austin were very accomadating. Train and I had to sit down and review the maps getting out. We had several dead-ends that worked in our favor, and it was trouble free. I was out of gas (it actualy read 0 miles to empty) so Train was following me to the gas station. He told me I was driving good, staying between those silly lines... the deer were kind enough to stay out of my way.

where-the-hell-am-I ?

GOOCH

Nov 9: BFE

2007-11-10T10:53:00.000-06:00

So here we are. No sleep and no preshow meal. Playing another party for a group of people and I have no idea of the ages. Everyone worked today so we're all tired and grumpy. I think I have the crown because I still mad as hell and don't have much patience for anything other than sleep.

I'm sitting in my car trying to catch some "zzzz's" but the phone won't stop ringing. Guess I should have known better. After all the answering I figured I'd snoop around a BAM! Out came some great BBQ. After eating our fill the people showed up and it was on. We had a great crowd who danced all night long. At least until 11p.

So now the party is over its time to play "dodge that deer" on the back woods roads. Hopefuly we'll make it home in piece because we have two show tomorrow. I can't wait to have an hour just to sit in my house and do nothing. Hell, maybe bext week. Right!

Magz

Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

Nov 8: The Belmont

2007-11-09T10:31:00.001-06:00

I'm still freaking on this warm weather.
Tonight we're back at our new Thursday gig at the Belmont. As I arrive I see the owner and night manager walking around nervously because its a fairly dense happy hour. I hope the night ends well cuz I wanna keep this place. Driving here from north Austin is a pain so I'm gonna make up for it with a damn good meal. Mmm, mmm, bitch! Some of the country clubs we play could learn from this place. Marc was out of town this week so the always funky Les Fisher played with us. We played a heavy dose of nuclear funk all night. Maybe a bit too much for the somewhat unfunky audience. This place is starting to look like Club OJ. Just to mix it up I throw out a different flavor and catch a few of the guys rolling their eyes when I'm not looking. Wow. I guess they forgot that we can't get lost in what we want but what the people want. So we'll keep giving it. Well at least I will!

Magz

Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

Nov 3: The Road BACK from Nowhere

2007-11-05T11:59:00.000-06:00

When Marc says, "I'll drive," there's about 1/2 a second before I say, "Cool." But on this occasion, I almost would have rather taken the wheel then suffer through the ride in the back seat. I think he was getting even with me, the way I was accellerating down the hills to the low water crossings, which made him approach Car-sick-ness...

Remember when you were 16, you just got your licence and you were out driving with your friend at night? Then for FUN you turned off your headlights? Well, Marc must have been having fun, I was having mini panic attacks every time. It's not so bad with the running lights on, the road was visible, still effing scary, but when the lights went off completely... man, when did I get so old? This is what is looked like, and we're going about 60 mph. There's nothing out there but hills, a road, and plenty of roadkill to serpentine. I kept expecting myself to just relax and enjoy the freak-out, but I eventually had to just shut my eyes ... looked the same, anyway.

I guess it's ok to get out of your Comfort Zone every now and then, but when you step into your Heart Attack Zone, it's a different vibe. I'll take comfort. "I'll take another shot off that bottle... better make it two."

GOOCH

Nov 3: The Road to Nowhere

2007-11-04T01:15:00.000-06:00

I don't feel like I've even been to bed. After waking up from the haze of Temple we all piled into the car so we can take the long country ride to a small town called Sisterdale.

I've never heard of this place but I bet the drive will be scenic. Indeed it was. I love looking at all of the open pastures and horse fields only dreaming of one day owning something like it. One more thing to keep me motivated. The drive back is going to be exciting because at least twenty miles of this trip is on old, unrepaired county road. Bet I'm the first brother who's been down here in decades. I'm serious. So now that were here we're just gonna lounge in our green room. I think we better because I've seen some of the biggest hornets in my life. Most of those bastards didn't have stingers. They had AK-47's. Serious bugs ya'll.

So if you've read the earlier entries you probably know that we had a crazy amount of time before we got the chance to play. We then ate what must have been the worlds ugliest sandwiches on a stank ass sandwich platter. I took one bite then told my stomach to wait for the buffet. By the time we hit the buffet everything was cold. Every meal I've had has been cold today. Well at least the crowd wasn't. Tonights event turned into a drunken frat party in no time at all. The host of the event was some kind of part-time singer, or at least he thought he was because wanted to sing every other song. He wasn't bad at first but the drunker he got the more he became an annoyance. But hey, he was still a nice guy and was sincere about our creature comforts so I rest my case. The only thing left to do now is make the drive home while dodging the deer, armadillos, and porcupines on the country roads. That's what its like in Texas hill country. It's like a roller coaster, except without the fun. Marc was getting car sick thanks to Gooch's Ricky Rudd driving style. They got to the gig just in time, another minute and it would have been messy.

I'm done typing so that means you're done reading.

Ciao'

Magnum
Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

Nov 3..Still in Africa

2007-11-03T18:53:00.001-05:00

Sigh.....still in the African room. Some really cool art in here and lots of dead stuff.

I've been facinated by wild life, especially big game. I always wanted to bag something huge and majestic but what's the point? If you don't do it with your hands it doesn't make you any more macho.

However, I have bagged a few big girls in my time. Now that's a manly feeling!

Magz

Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

Nov 3: Just killing time

2007-11-03T17:22:00.000-05:00

So were stuck in this african themed room before the show. Sitting here trying to figure how to use latest guitar recording software. We have three hours until showtime. Damn I'm bored stiff. Bring on the night!

Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com

Nov 3: Time will tell...

2007-11-03T02:23:00.000-05:00

We survided last night and we made it through the day jobs. Time to play Temple again. Last time it was weak and we stopped early due to a little money dispute with the club. They've convinced me it won't happen so we're gonna give it another shot. I'm gonna keep it old school all night. You ready for that Temple? Like I said, time will tell. Well time was a cross eyed sap-sucker with bad toe nails. We were on fire but the crowd was a bit thin . One thing we had the pleasure of tonight was playing some of the music from the cd with Junior playing the bass. It felt great. That was the most memorable thing about tonight. Well that was the most action of the night. I guess I'll go some where and eat some junk before crashing. Goonight fine people!

Dyfunkshun Junkshun

www.funkparty.com

Nov 2: TC Gets Pretty

2007-11-02T11:18:00.000-05:00

It's preshow time. We got's to be sexy!..in the bathroom. That's one thing I hate about most clubs. They never have a dressing room for you. I guess we'll just make do. This is a new venue so we have to be sharp. The end result was one hell of a night. Nine time grammy winner Larry Seyer came out and jammed with us. Listening to him play with TC is great. Maybe one day I'll learn to play like that. In the mean time I better get back work. Maybe I'll bring my good camera tonight. Maybe I won't. Then again flash would be nice.

Dyfunkshun Junkshun

www.funkparty.com

Oct 31: New Amp

2007-10-31T16:13:00.003-05:00

My new amp is da bomb!

Dyfunkshun Junkshun
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