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Posted on 26 Aug 2014 In: Photos

Laying down The Howl & The Growl tracks May, 2014 - Cowboy Technical Services Studio Rig

“Some day somebody’s gonna ask you
A question that you should say yes to…”
- The Old 97s

Who are to argue with such timeless Rock-n-Roll wisdom? So when we got a call from our friend Billy Morrison—guitar god guitarist for Billy Idol—and he asks us the question of whether we want to share the stage with his Sunset Strip Super Group Camp Freddy at their Halloween Rock Costume Extravaganza at DC’s legendary 930 Club, our temptation was to not only say “yes,” but “OH HELLS YES!!” But we played it cool. Said we’d check our schedule.

But the pot kept getting sweeter. Play on the same stage with Billy, Dave Navarro, Scott Weiland, Sebastian Bach, Mark McGrath, Zakk Wylde, Chris Chaney (Jane’s Addiction), Josh Freese (Replacements), Frankie Perez, and Donovan Leitch? PLUS it’s a benefit for Wounded Warriors? AND we get to play a VIP showcase at Gibson Guitar Lounge the night before with Billy DJ-ing? Are you freakin’ kidding?

 


Photos and review inside here:

http://dcist.com/2013/10/click_click_camp_freddy_930_club.php#photo-1


Спасибо/Thank You to all of our friends, family and fans in DC.

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It was a whirlwind of music and mayhem in our nations capital. Thursday night found us at the residence of Irelands Ambassador to the US.

Madam Ambassador Anne Anderson is the first female ambassador from Ireland to the US. The McCoys have always trended Irish in all things liquor/music and we were not going to miss out on the opportunity to share some Jamesons with Anne.

So we shucked out of our chaps and spurs, tossed on a sport coat and headed out to mix and mingle with some like-minded irishmen and women. The prospect of having a few pints with Madam Ambassador had us fogetting about the cow and the punk that we were supposed to be preparing for on Friday and Saturday nights.

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It was a splendid function. Anne was delightful, articulate, intelligent, & poised. Just practically perfect in every way. And the lilting brogue as she spoke just about made you want to renounce your citizenship.

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Friday morning found us in our home away from home in DC – Pie Shop Studios behind Dangerously Delicious Pies on H Street.

Home of the Glenmont Popes and some of the best pie this side of the Mississippi. We whipped together a short 1.5 hour set for the evenings gig at the Gibson Guitar showroom – a pre-show after party [wtf is that?] to kick off the mainevent on Saturday at 9:30 club. The night was a private party with both Tito’s Vodka and Flying Dog microbrews partnering w/ the Surreal McCoys and Billy Morrison to present an evening of rock.

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Only Gibson guitars are supposed to be played at the Gibson Showroom. So we modified Elvis’ Nash…. nobody puts Baby in the corner.

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Goat Boy having fun with some of the veterans that attended the gig. Great group of guys.

 

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Chugging beers from a prosthetic leg?

 

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Goat Boy has to join in the toast….

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After we wrapped, our good friend Billy Morrison began to spin tunes for the guests.

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Once we finished up at the Gibson Showroom Friday, it was all downhill sledding from there right into the fabled 930 Club to open for Camp Freddy on Saturday. Bucket list material? Indeed…

The beauty of it was that the event we were playing was a fund raiser for the Boulder Creek Military and Veterans Wellness Retreat. We heard we helped raise $60K. Not bad for a night spent making both the Cow and the Punk.

 

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But, it was to be a Halloweens Party…. hmmmmm  what should we dress up as? A ghost? A goblin? Nah, let’s go as a all-girl punk band from Russia. Let’s go as Pussy Riot. The resemblance is striking, no?

 

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But before we hit the stage we had things to do. Like check out our dressing room – complete with shower, bar and this great guy who kept filling the fridge with beer. We almost couldn’t get Elvis out to the stage.

 

Now, don’t get us wrong here….  the stocked bar in our dressing room, the shower, the opening for huge rock stars, the dude [Jason] from 9:30 who filled our dressing room with Bud longnecks… that was all good. But the thing that had us most excited was the fabled 9:30 cupcakes. You see, legend has it that every rock group that comes through the hallowed doors of the 9:30 Club has a platter of the famous 9:30 Club cupcakes waiting for them in the dressing room. Devil’s foodcake filled with vanilla buttercream, dipped in chocolate ganache with “9:30″ written in frosting across the top……  sweet, weeping, Jesus… we needed to get some of them. And they were there. 5 of them. On a platter. Welcoming us to the 9:30 Club and our dressing room. Calling to us….. It was all we could do to keep Wm. Saul from inhaling the entire platter. The last thing we heard as Jason dragged him from the dressing room was, “GOD OF THUNDER NEEDS GANACHE”.

After devouring the cupcakes and washing them down with a few longnecks, we shimmied into our Pussy Riot outfits, donned our ski masks and waited for the nod from the 9:30 folks to hit the stage. And hit the stage we did.

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This dude was awesome. We think we sang about half of Take Me Home Country Roads w/ Cleetus.

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And after Cleetus drained the last drop out of the leg, we wrapped our evening at 9:30 with “Whole Lotta Folsom” and called it a night. Camp Freddy came out and just killed it. Our ears were ringing for days. Incredible show…

 

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…and somewhere over DC Zakk Wylde is still soloing.

Photo by Chris Abi-Najm

The Surreal McCoys present…The Day The Music Died

Flashback: NYC. Lower East Side.

Our heroes booked at an underground stage with an East Coast fetish convention holding court on the upper floors. McCoys fans filing through a maze of leather-clad drag queens and topless, ether-crazed Walter Cronkite look-a-likes to reach the cavern. A rockshow with a legit Warriors vibe.

Turnbull AC’s. Punks. Orphans.

Baseball Furies? Natch.

Lizzies?

You bet your ass.

“Surreal McCooyoyysssss…come out and plaaaaayyyyyyyy”

“My dehydration…”

The boys tore into Brown Demon; the crowd pulsed. Elvis bathed in shadows, working the frets – or where the frets should be – too dark – Billy Saul and Clint pounding the (what else?) solid 4’s with a kickhammer thrust and a kickhammer isn’t even a thing but for that moment it was. Goats with a boot on the monitor, guitar slung low just like in the posters.

Not an axe; a guitar, you poseurs.

Cletus growling the chorus. Whiskey-voiced.

Literally.

Enough adrenaline to punch a hole in the sky. Oh, wait. That was a ceiling pipe.

“Oh God, I broke my finger!”

“Powderfinger?”

“NO, I THINK I BROKE MY FINGER!”

“OKAY – POWDERFINGER….1…2…3…4…”

The road crew – Penny Lane and Johnny – realize something’s up.

Cletus needs more booze.

Flash forward: Rock music is dead.

No radio play. No record industry. Pop and hip hop rule the day.

Rock is dead. Punk is dead. Ghettoized along with jazz, network TV, and model railroading.

One final show. Let’s put it to bed, citizens.

Of course: Simeri’s. 1505 West Indiana Ave in South Bend. 8:30 PM Friday September 27, night before the Irish play Oprahoma in tackle football.

You’ve heard the riff. Johnny Cash meets The Clash. Originals. A few covers. You’ll sing along and you’ll break the code. This isn’t a band. It’s actors playing a band. And you’re auditioning.

Pro sound. Fog. Kickhammers. This is the big time; the final time.

It’ll be the Surreal McCoys and it’ll be The Day The Music Died.

And you can say you were there.

Thank you DC!

Posted on 3 Jul 2013 In: Uncategorized

Well it’s been a month, but we wanted to send a belated but no less heartfelt “thank you” to all our wonderful friends in Washington DC who came to the May 17th Surreal McCoys Rock Show at Hill Country BBQ.

It was a perfect night, a prefect venue, and a perfect crowd.

A capacity crowd. Hopped up on brisket, brown liquor, and crazy positive energy.

And for 27 songs over two sweat-soaked hours, we all joined together to hoot and holler our way through the American Cow Punk Songbook. We played songs off our first record, songs off our upcoming record, and songs shouted from the audience we didn’t even know we knew.

Together, we stomped firmly on the terra, howled loudly into the distance, and for a couple of glittering hours on a warm Friday night in May, we melted a few bars of the cage. The night ended-appropriately-with the crowd onstage, dancing with the band until the final sacred chord rang out into the DC darkness.

Because as we said onstage that night: without you, there is no us. We are The Surreal McCoys—not just the five of us—but all of us. So thank you. From the bottom of our Rock-n-Roll hearts.

Thanks to those of you who came to this show, those who came to past shows, and to those we’ll see at future shows.

We love you DC, and can’t wait to come back and play for you again. We’ll drain the tank (not to mention a few bottles of Jameson’s) with you any time! Special thanks to Doug Davenport and the good folks at Hill Country–Rachael, Dave, and the legendary Jesse Scott–for making this happen! And bonus thanks to Benjamin Herman and Chris Abi-Najm for their spectacular photos of the gig!

Yours in Rock,

The Surreal McCoys

Clint Ready to Pounce (Photo by Benjamin Herman)

Elvis Smiling Wryly and Drinkin' Rye (Photo by Chris Abi-Najm)

Goatboy Rockin' Out (Photo by Chris Abi-Najm)

Billy Saul Droppin' the Hammer & the Honey (Photo by Benjamin Herman)

Cletus Crocket McCoy (Photo by Chris Abi-Najm


Cleetus McCoy – Almost Famous?

Posted on 8 May 2013 In: Uncategorized

Meet Erik Huey.
Government relations pro representing the video game industry during the day and rock star by night. Literally the man is a rock star, which you can see for yourself next Friday. Huey will be playing with his band, The Surreal McCoys, at Hill Country. Luckily he had a few minutes between levels to catch up with FamousDC

Read here for the full article –> http://famousdc.com/fives/erik-huey/

Hill Country BBQ in DC – May 17, 2013

Posted on 8 May 2013 In: Uncategorized

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