On Monday, I had the honor of speaking with one Mr. Edward Carlyle Daly III, as he is known when he's in trouble, or Eddie Spaghetti, as he is known to you and me. Mr. Spaghetti is the fearless leader of the mighty country rock band, the Supersuckers, who just happen to be playing one of the most "intimate" venues right here in town next week.
Inarguably the self-proclaimed "greatest rock 'n roll band in the world," the Supersuckers signed on for a seven-year run with Sub Pop Records in 1992. These days, the Supersuckers own their own label, Mid-Fi Records, complete with a full-blown, KISS Army-style mass merchandising machine. That would include various formats of recorded audio, T-shirts, hats, belt buckles, Zippos, barbecue aprons and even giant foam hands fashioned in the shape of devil horns. They go where they want to go, play what they want to play, and record what they want to record.
Simply put, the 'Suckers call all their own shots, which is why it downright staggered me to hear they were rolling back into the Springs, for not one, but two consecutive nights, at the Triple Nickel Tavern, of all places! Yes, you heard correct, two nights at the Nickel, Tuesday and Wednesday, July 28 and 29.
"The rock 'n roll gods conspired and got us a show there in Colorado Springs," says Mr. Spaghetti, on the phone while taking a break from painting the new baby's room. (A family man first, he and Mrs. Spaghetti are expecting their second child later this summer.)
"We will come and we will rock the house."
That they most certainly will, considering their touring experience with moderately successful and somewhat legendary bands (Social Distortion, the Ramones, Motörhead, Flogging Molly, the Butthole Surfers, the New York Dolls, the Reverend Horton Heat, Bad Religion and the Dwarves, to name a few). They've recorded with Steve Earle, Eddie Vedder and Willie Nelson (who has been known to call Spaghetti on his birthday), and have also, over the course of two decades, pioneered alternative country, refining the art of the rock-country crossover to a height that makes Chris (Garth Brooks) Gaines shiver in his nut-hugger jeans. Blazing the torch of Willie, Johnny and Hank, these self-determined, rebellious, beer-battered, smoke 'em if you got 'em rock 'n rollers have hearts of country gold.
Each local show is limited to just 100 lucky bastards, who will also receive a copy of the 'Suckers latest platter, Get it Together. (Although only Tuesday night's attendees will get to see Mike Clark and yours truly open for the 'Suckers.) As of the writing of this line, the $15 tickets are still barely available. Stop by the bar at 26 S. Wahsatch Ave., or phone it in (477-9555) on the credit card, but do it soon or you won't get to see what will undoubtedly be one of the most intense, intimate and insane rock 'n roll shows to hit the Springs in many, many blue moons. They may not be mega-stars, but like I've said before, who needs fame when Willie Nelson remembers your birthday!?
That's the scoop for this week's poop. Don't forget that Blues Under the Bridge is this weekend. Should be a real bridge-burner ... um, I mean barn-burner ... a real barn-burner! Smell you later!
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