One day six
guys good friends of mine- met down on the corner and decided to stick together to
play rock around a clock. It was meant to just have fun an electric guitar, good
will and friends, nothing more.
After a couple of weeks guys got a strange feeling- it came out of the sky- a band! "We
just better stay out of cocaine, grass, grass and form a band! The Band!!!"
So they opened Pandoras Box and got a vision, kind of a double vision on the
other hand they wanted to have fun of their own, but still they somehow had a dream to
become a real travelin band, touring around and around, maybe round whole Europa!
Well, those days it seemed that to achieve that goal it would be necessary to throw some
money into wishing well.
The first "gig" namely 1st Annual Ylätalo Rhythmnblues
and Blues Revue took place in Danny Crosscanyons backporch. Family members, friends
and groupies were sitting on the lawn as audience. Well, that happening was more like a
barbeque with a peaceful easy feeling, than a real gig but this fact didnt seem to
bother this bunch. It was a happy event where people would feel like makin love and
any sinister purpose would be like smoke on the water far beyond in the distant Venus.
The guys were pretty sure that the audience cant get enough of them. Funny how
selfconfidence makes people blind.
In my point of view Tealbackwoods drumming sounded like a long train running,
"guitarwall" by Uprocks, McCuckoo and Crosscanyon got people wish they were
knockin on heavens door, Bruin's basslines made audience almost paranoid and
Smithybays stageshow reminded me of a desperado who was dancing in the street. The overall
sound was amazing, I heard it through the grapevine.
Years have passed since that show. The band has been renamed from Old Farts to more
sophisticated version Old Spice. Even though the previous name would have described better
what its all about, they rip it up.
Well, we all have our good sides and bad sides, you can be wonderful tonight in Lodi and a
loner tomorrow in some distant hideaway.
Anyhow, guys have been training and
training and they have had opportunity to make several good gigs. Lot of funny things have
happened and many good laughs have been laughed. Another stormy black night has been spent
awake together, wondering wholl stop the rain, following another blue morning, blue
Best happenings may have been the shows in Restaurant Pub Mariino in Kerimäki. Guys have
waited every gig like a dog for the bone and they have given their everything to
fans. Well, thats not much, but sometimes it ain't what you do but how you do.
One day, after another "tequila sunrise", I was walking by myself wearing my
blue suede shoes on the banks of the Green River, wondering why do these guys still get on
playing? Why the hell are they doing this to us? I asked Anton Grove, percussionist and
DJ, born on the Bayou, and he answered: "Oye como va, be my friend and be sure
that someday well be a great rockband, rocking in a free world and bringing joy to
the world. Driving along the Route 66 like roadrunner
staying overnight at Hotel
Well, maybe that someday never comes. Maybe its just so that these six simple men
still got the blues and try to reach out (Ill be there!) for that strange kind of
woman, Layla, whose face turned to whiter shade of pale when she saw Old Spice on stage.
Nobody has seen that black magic woman ever since
Probably what they get after all is only making bad love to honky tonk women. But I really
do hope that by playing they unchain my heart for some good old
rocknrollnbluesjazz like never before.
Hin Thai Lee,
East-Asian Rocknrollnbluesnjazz Weekly