Chainsmoking Records Presents: Harley Poe’s, The End Times Spasm Band, Poopdeflex
Friday May 28th, 2010
Chainsmoking Records Presents:
10PM
$5
Harley Poe loves you all in the most perverse way possible, so please love us too. Some of you may know that Harley Poe initially began as a side project of another well-established act and has since become the evil twin of that band. Forgive us. We enjoy the grotesque and monstrous, and we, as a band, celebrate those elements to the extreme. So, open your ears, squint your eyes, and lower your expectations. If you subscribe to the fantastic, if ketchup and pig intestines turn you on, if trashy movies get you wet, then you’ve found your heroes. Welcome to us.
“…it’s the effortless lyrical and musical wit that keeps the band from becoming just a novelty act. Filled with plucky narrative songwriting and heartbreaking characters, the band’s period-style originals are both authentic and fresh.” – Emma Downs, The Journal Gazette
i never ment to play the guitar. in fact i made it a point not to. all you artsy fartsy chord strummin musicans coveren stones rolled in the direction of pussy make me kringe every time i tell someone i play guitar. but that all changed the i heard two men, R.L. Burnside and Fred McDowell. those motherfuckers can play and they don;t even know scales. as soon as i heard them, i knew i had to try and play that shit. so i sat down in my basement, borrowed an old acoustic, put on some mcdowell and went to try to playin like him. eventually i stumbled on a tuning that sounded good, the only catch was that the way i tuned the goddamn high string kept breakin. after about 5 sets of strings and enough money to buy drugs, i said fuck it, that strings too high and pussy, and what the fuck is a 5 fingered man playin with 6 strings. so off she came. from there i began to play every day, havin no clue what i was doing, i was just tryin to make it sound good, not think about chords or changes or theories, but find my ignorance as to just play what i felt, skip the middle man of thought. once i gained some buttons i knew sounded good, i got together with some buddies and formed a dark delta country blues band called Red Barrels. that was some fun shit. but down the road we had some disagreements about the direction, and called it quits. besides that i always felt weird standin up to play. skip ahead a few months and i sittin at the practice space writin songs when i look down and i see both my feet tapin in rhythum. well i thought about it and dug around the spare parts and finally put together a bass drum for my right foot and a snare for my left. now it was terrible at first, but it felt good, addiction good. i couldn’t stop, every spare second i had i would bang shit out. once i had the music the only problem was i couldn’t sing. and still to this day i don’t know how i learned, but i did. in the end there are three basic reasons why i am a one man band: 1) people suck 2) it gives me a reason to sit down and 3) people suck.
