Lance Norris
Stories (9/0)
The Story of The Stools
Popular legend, or at least Boris Scilley writing in Cadenza Magazine, has it that in the spring of 1952 a half bright guitar player named Elvin Anderson went down to the crossroads of Highway 61 and Highway 49 in Clarksdale, Mississippi, grip and guitar in hand, and waited. It was the same spot where, some 21 years earlier, Robert Johnson had made a deal with a rakish devil named Ike Zinnerman to learn how to play the blues.
By Lance Norris3 years ago in Beat
The Story of The Stools
Back in 1950 Hank Williams came off the road and went to visit his wife, Audrey, in the hospital. She was suffering from the aftermath and infection from a self-administered abortion. Like Hank, she had no compunction about knocking boots when her spouse wasn’t around and the rumor around the whiskey cooler was that Florida Bandleader and general dickhead Pappy Neil McCormick was the father. He was a steel guitar player and fronted his band The Hawaiian Troubadours (so called to hide the fact they were all Creek Indians and not exotic Pacific Islanders).
By Lance Norris3 years ago in Beat
The Story of The Stools
The savage and heartless Story of The Stools really starts in the early 1950's, before there was even a band. American Folklorist and ethnomusicologist, a musical grave robber of sorts mewling for his daddy’s approval, Alan Lomax was collecting field recordings in the deep south, unaware Congress had cut off funding for the Library of Congress' folk song collection some ten years earlier.
By Lance Norris3 years ago in Beat
The Story of The Stools
The story of The Stools is a long and disturbing fish hatchery of lies and cruel treacheries, almost as protracted and slimy as the story of Rock Music itself, and just a full of bottom-feeders, chondrichthians and aborted roe as your standard creche nursery. The logical place to start this fish tale is in 1956 with the release of the band’s first long playing album, Draconian Messures (sic), if for no other reason than Dutchco Music is releasing remastered versions of the entire Stools catalog with the hopes of introducing The Stools to a new generation of fans and milking a dead horse one last time.
By Lance Norris3 years ago in Beat
A Tragical History Tour
Frank Zappa’s stuff is not everybody’s cup of tea. The same can be said of John Lennon’s stuff in the 70’s. Yoko Ono’s stuff is no one’s cup of tea, ever. So, sit back with a cup of tea and wonder at the three of them jamming together at the Filmore East Some Time In New York City…
By Lance Norris3 years ago in Beat
Work Songs for The 1%
The plane was pretty much empty. Well, at least first class was. Who knows what the was going on behind the curtain in coach.? It sounded a little like a human sacrifice and they were definitely slow roasting some fur bearing animal on a spit, perhaps Beaver Trout, as we had a layover in Milwaukee.
By Lance Norris3 years ago in Geeks
Trump Fan Fiction
WAR DRUMS ON THE POTOMAC By Hunter S. Thompson, ret. Mar-A-Largo after midnight is a depressing proposition at best. The old money has had their Prawn Plate by 4:00, a cocktail and a half, and are off to bed by 8:00. Their children, those born with a Teflon spoon in their incest induced, horribly cleft palates, generally drink themselves into a stupor by 10:00 and that leaves the Help and an angry Roxanne Pulitzer left to entertain those of us hardy enough to want to see the sun rise.
By Lance Norris3 years ago in The Swamp