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Stinky
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Stinky and the Spuds 1978 The Flying Dogs were dead. Temperance Hall
was kaput. Billy had re-found rock and Roll, and the Spuds wanted to play. It
was a match made somewhere. We don't really remember how it happened, but somehow
the Spuds and Stinky got together to jam in the BooBricks basement. Stinky had
finished a series of songs that he had titled Food Rock,.and he whipped them out for the
Spuds. They got the message and together they put together a set of numbers consisting of
such gems as, The reality is that that Stinky and the Spuds didn't play out much. The 1st gig was at a party for local degenerate Celebes, who pretty much stood around with their noses in the air, drinking beer and looking smug. It was great. The more they drank the more they got into it. By the end of the night we had about 2 or 3 people begging to play with us.
After this boffo performance the Spuds knew that the only thing to do was enter the studio. Stinky had two songs that he wanted to do, so after intense practice, the band hit Mix-O-Lydian Studios in Booton NJ. Owner, engineer Don Sternecker became a good friend, and an important cog in the Spuds machine. Two more trips to the studio, and Stinky and the Spuds actually had a discography. Along with the three published records, there are about 100 hours of spud material on tape. Mostly jam session stuff, and the rare gig. But as in all things, it could not last. Stinky and the Spuds as it was known, ceased to exist. The last performance was in early 1982, and then it was crash and burn time. Resurrection Stinky stopped playing for the most part, Phish was in Europe, Freemont moved to California, and the BooBrick? Well, rest in peace would be the most appropriate thing to say here. As was noted before, some people never give up. After about two years of total inaction, TBO and Lamont B. Dumont decided it was a good time to make some noise. So for about the next 10 years these two diehards got together every week to play the music they loved, and to write some new ones. In the mid 1990's Lamont decided
that it would be best for his soul to get out of town. So he moved out
to the corn country near Chicago. It looked bad for the continuation
of Spud music. But sometimes bad situations make good things happen.
Lamont found a interesting coffeehouse in Wilmington Ill. called Sweet
Junes. It was run by a young guy who had a cauliflower ear, and was
build like an artillery shell. It was open mike night, so Lamont asked
if he could sit in. The place was filled with kids ranging from
cigarette smoking 13 year olds, to the odd working age punk. This old fart of a Spud, gets up on stage,
with no instrument but his voice, and belts out "Orange
Claw Hammer" by Captain Beefheart. When he
finished 5 minutes later, this crowd of kids went nuts. Instantly accepted into the
clan, Lamont was ceremoniously washed and anointed with holy oils. Needless to say TBO was thrilled with this news. Two months down the road he was going to be in Chicago on business, so the decision was made to do a set of Spud music at Sweet Junes.
With local heavy metal drummer Jimmy Dobbs, the Spuds hit the stage after one night of rehearsal. Pure power trio stuff. It was Lamont on bass and TBO on guitar. The music was raw, crackling with energy, and the kids went nuts. Hard to believe that a couple of guys in their mid 40's could connect with a bunch of teenagers, but we did. Jimmy hit his drums so loud that we ended up at full orchestral roar, finishing the set with the best version of Do What I Say ever done. We looked out from the stage and there were long haired punk kids writhing on the floor. No bullshit. The whole set was recorded on the house system. After the event we sent a copy to Stinky. Two days later we got an E-mail, that said, "you guys have got brass balls." Stinky was ready. After almost 15 years, it was time. Stinky and the Spuds came back in October of 1997 with a 2 hour show at Sweet June's. The plan was for Freemont B. Dumont to fly in from Colorado to play bass, but he got trapped in Denver when a huge early snow storm closed down the Denver airport. Local drummer Sammy sat in and considering having only time to rehearse on the day of the gig, we were very happy with the youngster. This gig was recorded and video taped for future generations. In August of 1998 the Spuds put on a show without a drummer at the Quadrant Coffeehouse in Easton PA. It was an outdoor gig, and stinking hot. Things went good though. We impressed the local gentry, and a good time was had by all. Other gigs have come and gone. One gig at Sweet Junes in March of 1998 included a
chick singer performing Cold Eskimo Blues.
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