But I'm back now. And shit...is...happening.
Originally, we were supposed to have both last weekend AND this weekend off, but fate and the country music gods had other plans. Instead of a big empty spot on the calendar for this weekend, we're going to be takin' the show to a few Oklahoma casino's to open up for...
Wait...are you ready for this?
Bocephus. The bouncing baby boy of one of my favorite songwriters of all time. Friday Night at the Lucky Star Casino in Concho, OK (about an hour west of OKC down I-40) and Saturday Night at the First Council Casino in Newkirk, OK, we Damn Quails will be opening for Hank Williams Jr. It's going to be a hellaciously cool couple of nights and you'll be kicking yourself if you miss out.
We're pumped about this show, folks. There's lots of folks coming out to these shows, so get some tickets and get your asses there. Find out details on www.thedamnquailsBAND.com, the Absolutely Positively Most Officialest of Official website of the Damn Quails ever to exist on the internets.
See what I did there?
In other big news, Biggie finally got a damn iPhone, which means Biggie is finally on the damn Twitter. I've been after him for years to start one, and the day has finally come. Now you can get the inside scoop on the innermost personal thoughts and Indiana Jones references of our beloved and kick ass harp guru. Follow him up on Twitter @notTHEbiggie and prepare yourself for hilarity. Biggie and I took it upon ourselves to record the very first Damn Quails podcast in true Red Leader/Blue Leader style...driving down the highway on a damn iPhone. It should be up in the next week or two, and you definitely don't want to miss this low-rent gem of 30 minutes in the car with two weird bastards.
Next week, we're heading back to one of our very favorite cities in Texas for a show at the Office in Lubbock. The crowd and the staff never disappoint and we're always pumped about getting another night there. I'm totally hitting up the Buddy Holly Museum again. I'll try and convince Biggie to roll with me and see what kind of iPhone internet shenanigans we can get away with before they kick us out. Then we're driving all the way out to Queen, New Mexico for a private event and hopefully a chance to palaver with our old pal and New Mexico resident and singer/songwriter extraordinaire Don Conoscenti. Looking forward to getting back in the groove and on the highway. Keep an eye on www.thedamnquailsBAND.com for more updates and shows and other whatsits. As per usual, you can find us online at Twitter (@thedamnquails) Facebook (facebook.com/thedamnquails) or Instagram (@thedamnquails) as well.
Catch you all down the road.
Bryon White/The Damn Quails
I know a lot of you have questions about just what the hell has been going on with us over the past few months regarding the unavoidable (and pain in the ass) business side part of our little traveling band and I sincerely wish I could answer all of those questions with brutal and indignant honesty. Alas, now is still not the time for me to do so, but as soon as I am able to discuss the whole thing, I'll write a blog long enough to rival a good Stephen King short story and everything will be fully explained. For now, all I can say is that we are still working through some business and management issues, but we're definitely still a band and still dedicated to rocking the ever-loving shit out of your town, home theater system, and car stereo. Wacky Mac is still one of our closest confidants and we love him more than ever no matter what you might have heard through this devil's grapevine we're all caught up in. Most importantly, thank you from the bottom of all of our tiny Quail hearts for sticking with us and for understanding (or at least accepting) the vagueness and overall lack of information regarding our current situation. Thanks, thanks, a billion times thanks. On to lighter news...
Those of you that have been kind enough to come out to a Damn Quails® show over the past few months have already gotten a sneak peak at some of the material we're going to be recording for our eagerly anticipated second record. Gabriel has been playing "Tightrope Walker", "Give it Some Time", and "Streets of LA" nearly every set, and I've recently been bringing out "Las Vegas March" and a super new song that I've yet to officially give a name to. In my slightly off-kilter little songwriting universe, I generally don't give titles to songs until they've been tracked out, slapped on the ass, and sent kicking and screaming into the world, so forgive me if you're the kind of person that absolutely must have a name for something...I'm an odd duck...er...quail.
Speaking of ducks, our resident multi-instrument playing genius Mr. Jon Knudson has a new pet that some of you have already had the pleasure of meeting. His name is Jeff Duckley and he is most definitely a duckling that's traveling with us in a cardboard box or sometimes upon the shoulder of his equally mischievous owner. You can keep up with our exploits through his tiny little ducky eyes at facebook.com/quacknicholson or follow him @jeffduckley on twitter. Jeff is going to be having a few little contests here and there that the band will be taking part in, so make sure you follow him up and keep and eye out for those.
Another spiffy new feature we have in the works is our upcoming foray into the new and exciting world of podcasting. I've been obsessively going through Matt Pryor's various podcasts in which he interviews fellow singer/songwriters from his particular genre and shoots the breeze about songwriting, touring, and fan funding records. Matt was the lead singer of The Get Up Kids, one of my absolute favorite bands growing up, and he has a very unique perspective on the world and plight of the touring musician. We in the Texas/Oklahoma scene have our own set of unwritten rules and social mores and it's really interesting to see the similarities and differences between our genres. On a similar note, check out http://www.downwrite.com/. These guys have taken songwriting to an intensely personal level by featuring a rotating cast of writers and giving fans the ability to request a song written specifically about whatever they want, pay a fee, and whichever DownWrite artist they want will write that fan his or her own song. Imagine being able to drop $100 or $200 (depending on how polished of a recording you prefer) and have me or Gabriel write a song about your significant other or your life-long crush or your first car. Essentially, you feed info, pictures, or stories to your favorite DownWrite artist and they write and record a song just for you and email you a copy in a matter of weeks. They're doing really great things so please take a sec and visit their respective sites and take a gander at what's going on outside of our little niche in the universe. But I digress...
I'm doing some research and getting pumped up about recording the very first and very official Damn Quails® Podcast! That's right folks and folkettes. In the next month and change, I'm going to be recording an official TDQ podcast once every few weeks that you'll be able to subscribe to and listen to at your own convenience. I'll be talking with the members of the covey you know as well as a special guest or two from time to time as well. The official TDQ Podcast will essentially exist to keep everyone updated on shows, give us a chance to talk about our personal lives a bit, and let you in on general band-related stuff straight from the bird's mouth. We're all pumped about getting it going and I hope you guys enjoy it as much as we're going to enjoy recording it. In addition to the Official TDQ Podcast, we're also working on a separate (but infinitely more hilarious) podcast featuring everyone's favorite drunken harmonica maestro, Biggie. I'll be doing the moderating as Biggie answers YOUR questions about life, love, harmonicas, battle tactics, music, French cooking and cuisine, rugby, video games, and most anything else you want to ask of the man himself. It's going to be like an Anne Landers type column, only with more alcohol and cursing. Prepare yourselves for "Get Your Shit Right with Biggie". We've already set up an email address, so email any and all of your questions for Biggie to email@example.com. You can also tweet your questions to @thedamnquails #getyourshitright or just post 'em up to facebook.com/thedamnquails and I'll make sure he gets them.
Thanks for sticking with this fairly long blog post. I hope you cats that followed the blog over the past few years will pick it back up again and share it with your friends and fellow fans. Before I sign off, I want to thank everyone that's lent us any level of support during the past few years, from the supportive social network messages to the phone calls and handshakes and general having of our backs. We honestly would not have made it through without the support of you fans that are really putting food on our plates and paying our rent and bills by coming out to shows, buying merch, and having a good time with us. Our fans are the best fans on the planet and you all deserve a billion high fives for being so incredible. If you guys and gals keep sending us the love and making it out to gigs, we'll continue to make music that we believe in and rock the fuck out for you every chance we get.
Until next time....
--Bryon White/The Damn Quails®
After spending quite a bit of time with our transient harmonica player (Biggie if you’re just now joining us), I have witnessed some of the most ridiculous concoctions of food and drink ever to land on the human palette. However, it’s always incredible. Adam Rittenberry has been a college rugby coach, a French trained chef, and a harmonica player in a traveling band, all of which has been done with his own brand of insanity and proper action. So, in the spirit of Biggie’s cooking fiasco’s, I now present “Cooking (And Drinking) with Biggie”, a section of the blog where we cook, drink, and generally be merry.
Although he’s not necessarily a fan of the idea, I’m bound and determined to make Biggie the most famous thing on the internet. He drinks 100 proof Tvarscki vodka all day, smokes Pall Mall Red 100′s, and plays a mean harmonica. He lives on my couch most of the time and is by and large the most ridiculous member of the band. What’s not to love? If you follow @thedamnquails on twitter, you already know all this. If not, you should start.
We got invited over to the 598 Recordings pad for a dinner party with some friends of the family and were treated to a lion’s share of steak, crab, and fresh boiled lobster that we stuffed ourselves on before doing an impromptu acoustic show before heading home for the night. When we left, Biggie was able to secure a literal garbage bag full of lobster claw and carcasses with which to make his infamous Lobster Bisque. The lobster bits and bodies have to be boiled down over the course of 12 hours and they happen to make the house smell like the lake while it’s happening.
After a decent night’s sleep, I was forced to head to the Homeland (alone, mind you) and search for a list of ingredients with which to finish the bisque while we were at Libby’s. Let me tell you a little about me at the grocery store. Even with a list, I tend to wander aimlessly while I look for something that might happen to be in that particular aisle that might happen to be on my list. It took me almost an hour to find the following objects.
When we got back to Libby’s, the bisque and toast was so good that I didn’t even take a picture of it. I immediately devoured a few bowls with a little butter fried lobster claw in the bottom of each one. It was insane. One of the best things I’ve ever eaten in my life, much like the last time Biggie made food. It’s like having Gordon Ramsay’s bastard American child as a harmonica player.
Pair making bisque with a bunch of Cape Cod’s and you’re on your way to cooking success…Biggie style. I’m forcing him to start a blog, so keep an eye out for it.