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Audience participation at the Elbo Room

Posted on 24 Apr 2013 In: Uncategorized

Bringing it to the Windy City

Posted on 24 Apr 2013 In: Uncategorized

I think it was our marketing piece to the citizens of Chicago that led to one of the largest pre-sales that the Elbo Room has seen and a sold out show on the 2nd night…….

Chicago: City of Hope. City by the Lake. City of Crabcakes and Javelins. The Big Windy.

Chicago: Hog Butcher to the World. The Capital City. The Crescent Wrench Fight City. The City Wot Time Forgot. The City That Says It Works, Although I See A Lot Of People Getting Off Those Trains at 9:15 And Then Leaving At 4:40.

Chicago: Tree City, USA. City of Duplication. City of Duplication. City of Stolen Elections And Even Stolener Ideals. Murder City. City of “Dude, You Gotta Read Devil In The White City” City. City Where The Elephants Go To Die.

Chicago: City of…something about pizza…okay, I think that’s about as far as we can go with this.

I’m going to lay the cards on the table, folks. We’re a little tapped out on promotional ideas. Here’s the deal. We’re the Surreal McCoys and we’re playing the Elbo Room in Chicago on October 4th and 5th. High energy cowpunk music; Johnny Cash meets the Clash. You probably heard about some of our recent shows: we started the 2012 Cowpunk Campaign with some rockshows at the RNC in Tampa. 1 OAK Party Tent. Ritz Ybor. Less caucus; more raucous. That kind of thing.

Yaaaaaawn.

I don’t need to name drop RZ, Billy or Jules…oh wait, you probably know them as Robin Zander, Billy Morrison or Juliette Lewis. It’s adorable that you’re not on a first-name basis with them. No, seriously, it’s fine. I’m sure you saw a picture of us holding the “big check” from the fundraising concert for the Wounded Warrior Project, so I shan’t mention it here. We try to keep that stuff on the down low.

You should hold a big check like that sometime. It’s amazing. In a low-key way.

So it’s austerity time. No over-the-top hype. No corny metaphors or self-aware references. Après Tampa? From here on out it’s just good ol’ humble, unembellished Surreal McCoys info.

Supplicate yourselves before us, you fools. Your cowpunk gods convene at the immortal Hall of Cowpunk to satisfy our boundless appetites and indulge our passing whims. Clint McCoy, god of thunder, rides an unspeakable sonic wave with a magnitude beyond mortal comprehension, surveying his domain from above. Goatboy McCoy ruts a satyrical path across the Northern Plains, his lyre and pipes trilling an unspeakable aria seducing all who hear it. By all, I mean just the chicks. But all of them. Elvis McCoy has withdrawn to yon cavern, his visage that of an ill-tempered yeti of unspeakable sullenness, honing his axe skills to an inhuman perfection, slaking his thirst on the nectar of demons. Cletus McCoy, the silver-tongued trickster bard, weaves his unspeakable tales of merriment and woe across the lands, with an otherworldly hypnosis as his stock in trade. Billy Saul McCoy, resplendent in his finery while unparalleled in vainglory, toils with hammer and anvil to forge a soulless black cowbell of unspeakable clangor, a bane to all who would oppose him.

Oh yeah – Elbo Room, 2871 N. Lincoln Ave., Chicago. October 4th and 5th . Doors open at 8.

We survived Tampa……

Contrary to reports from weather.com, it was the thunderous noise created by the McCoys during Sunday’s practice sessions that pushed Hurricane Isaac out into the Gulf and away from the RNC. It was a whirlwind 5 days, but we survived the howling winds of Isaac and most of the hot air blowing out of the convention center. We’re not gonna lie to y’all, by the time we had to hit the stage at The Ritz Ybor City, we had just wrapped up 3 days in the studio and had shifted into top gear. We hit the Ritz Ybor City stage at 8pm to warm the crowd up for Jack Ingram and Robert Earl Keen. The set was tailored more cow than punk and we really got our twang on. Many thanks to Magnum Entertainment including Kimberly King and Wil Simon who made the gig go as smoothly as 18 y/o corn squeezin’s. Lights, sound, load in, loud out was a breeze and the McCoys had a great time delivering some country twang to the masses.

The Ritz Stage

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tickets to the private party at The Ritz….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As soon as we wrapped up the show at the Ritz, we hopped in the van and made tracks to the 1 OAK party tent outside the convention center. Our second gig was a benefit for the Wounded Warriors. We helped raise $15,000 by opening for some of the biggest names in rock.

Robin Zander [Cheap Trick]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Steve Stevens [Billy Idol]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Billy Morrison [The Cult]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Matt Sorum [Gun's and Roses]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mark McGrath [Sugar Ray]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Frankie Perez [Scars on Broadway]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Donovan Leitch [Camp Freddy]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

and special guest Juliette Lewis [who could flat out sing...]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The McCoys were brought in to warm the crowd up in the 30,000 square foot tent before Camp Freddy took the stage. Billy, Steve, Matt and Donovan make up the core of Camp Freddy along with Dave Navarro and Chris Chaney. Robyn, Mark, Frankie and Juliette came in to play with the band. One of the best parts of a Camp Freddy show is seeing who turns up to play. Last Monday at the DNC, Sebastian Bach and Sully Erna [Godsmack] sat in with the boys.

Originally when we were told we were playing in a tent, we felt at home having played a few revivals and county fairs. We were shocked by what 1 OAK had done with their tent…….

It was huge

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There were hostesses to welcome attendees in from the red carpet outside the tent.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And free booze…..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And free cigars, which made Wm. Saul very happy….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And a huge stage where we brought more punk than cow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We’ve got three new original tunes under our belt that we unveiled in Tampa – Leaving to Stay, Howl and the Growl and Grievous Angels. From the crowd response we received, we’ll play ‘em again in Chicago on the 4th and 5th of October. Tickets are on sale soon for the one hour show on Thursday the 4th and the 3 hour show Friday the 5th. get ‘em here -> http://www.elboroomlive.com/events

Chicago Gods of Cowpunk RockShows

Posted on 7 Sep 2012 In: Uncategorized

Chicago: City of Hope. City by the Lake. City of Crabcakes and Javelins. The Big Windy.

Chicago: Hog Butcher to the World. The Capital City. The Crescent Wrench Fight City. The City Wot Time Forgot. The City That Says It Works, Although I See A Lot Of People Getting Off Those Trains at 9:15 And Then Leaving At 4:40.

Chicago: Tree City, USA. City of Duplication. City of Duplication. City of Stolen Elections And Even Stolener Ideals. Murder City. City of “Dude, You Gotta Read Devil In The White City” City. City Where The Elephants Go To Die.

Chicago: City of…something about pizza…okay, I think that’s about as far as we can go with this.

I’m going to lay the cards on the table, folks. We’re a little tapped out on promotional ideas. Here’s the deal. We’re the Surreal McCoys and we’re playing the Elbo Room in Chicago on October 4th and 5th. High energy cowpunk music; Johnny Cash meets the Clash. You probably heard about some of our recent shows: we started the 2012 Cowpunk Campaign with some rockshows at the RNC in Tampa. 1 OAK Party Tent. Ritz Ybor. Less caucus; more raucous. That kind of thing.

Yaaaaaawn.

I don’t need to name drop RZ, Billy or Jules…oh wait, you probably know them as Robin Zander, Billy Morrison or Juliette Lewis. It’s adorable that you’re not on a first-name basis with them. No, seriously, it’s fine. I’m sure you saw a picture of us holding the “big check” from the fundraising concert for the Wounded Warrior Project, so I shan’t mention it here. We try to keep that stuff on the down low.

Photograph by James Branaman

You should hold a big check like that sometime. It’s amazing. In a low-key way.

So it’s austerity time. No over-the-top hype. No corny metaphors or self-aware references. Après Tampa? From here on out it’s just good ol’ humble, unembellished Surreal McCoys info.

Supplicate yourselves before us, you fools. Your cowpunk gods convene at the immortal Hall of Cowpunk to satisfy our boundless appetites and indulge our passing whims. Clint McCoy, god of thunder, rides an unspeakable sonic wave with a magnitude beyond mortal comprehension, surveying his domain from above. Goatboy McCoy ruts a satyrical path across the Northern Plains, his lyre and pipes trilling an unspeakable aria seducing all who hear it. By all, I mean just the chicks. But all of them. Elvis McCoy has withdrawn to yon cavern, his visage that of an ill-tempered yeti of unspeakable sullenness, honing his axe skills to an inhuman perfection, slaking his thirst on the nectar of demons. Cletus McCoy, the silver-tongued trickster bard, weaves his unspeakable tales of merriment and woe across the lands, with an otherworldly hypnosis as his stock in trade. Billy Saul McCoy, resplendent in his finery while unparalleled in vainglory, toils with hammer and anvil to forge a soulless black cowbell of unspeakable clangor, a bane to all who would oppose him.

Oh yeah – Elbo Room, 2871 N. Lincoln Ave., Chicago. October 4th and 5th . Doors open at 8.

On the 4th – all originals. On the 5th – all hell breaks loose.

Cordially, The Surreal McCoys

Read our lips – NO NEW COWPUNK. We’re bringing forth some old school cowpunk common sense to heal the musical wounds of this great nation. It is our plan to scour this great nation from the Florida Everglades to Chi-town to bring cowpunk you can believe in to the masses. Can we? Yes we can! That giant sucking sound you hear is not the sound of American jobs heading south. Rather, it is the sound of modern music today and The McCoys are about to hit the musical campaign trail to bring our brand of musical salvation to the good people of America. For years our musical constituents have been listening to the drivel put forth by the vast right wing conspricay that is corporate radio rock. The good people of this fine country having been asking themselves, “Where’s the beef”? Well, the McCoys are bringing it and swinging it from Ybor City to the Windy City. It is our goal this campaign season to make Cowpunk safe, legal and rare & to tear down that bad music. So get your tickets early for the 4 shows we’re unveiling this fall.

If you’ve already got plans, cancel ‘em. It wouldn’t be prudent to miss the show.

Ich bin ein McCoys and I approve of this message. We, that is.

Elvis and Chris in the studio

Posted on 6 Mar 2012 In: Uncategorized

Elvis and super-producer Chris Andrus are tracking licks for the upcoming releases.

Elvis laying down tracks for the upcoming releases...

We made the papers!

Posted on 9 Dec 2011 In: Uncategorized

AV Club’s 2011: The Year in Band Names