After I got fired as assistant head coach at Texas Tech for locking that boy in a closet (well, I was assitant head coach but they made me dress like a janitor and clean toilets due to technical reasons), I decided it might just be time for me to get into this rock n' roll racket. Fast broads and easy money. That is the kind or grind I can get into if you catch my meaning.
I know this guy in Waco who I used to sell crystal to back before I changed my name. He knows this guy in who owns a musicians management company and he gives me the telephone number tells me to call. I get the guy on the phone and what do you know, his name is McElroy Boyd too! Only he's spells it w/ two Ds, Boydd. Well, we have a laugh over that and get to talkin' and he invites to come to his office as he thinks he's got a band for me to manage.
I hitch a ride on up there in Semi-trailor driven by a good friend of mine I know from back when I worked as a rum runner in the depression. I get to McElroy Boydd's office and he put on a Jerry Lewis record and we drink down a couple bottles of Ripple and have a snort of freon from the AC. We get to talkin' over band management and he says, Have I got an act for you! Fella by the name of Skank Wolf. He's got a backing band too, calls it the Mange." Then he invites me over to dinner w/ he and his wife who goes by the stage name of Dixie Peters even though her real name is Dixie Boydd. We have a little dinner and a little Dixie Peters (if you catch my meaning...) and head out to go and see this band I am about to manage.
And let me tell you I could not have been more pleased! Now I am not ashamed to tell you I like my singers like I like my women, hollerin' and half naked, and Skank Wolf is just that. Boy howdy he is! The Mange ain't too shabby either. The guitar player is the size of a prize hog and can spit tobacco into a tin from twenty yards. The bassist smokes drugs and has that low down tone that makes the girls lose their panties. The drummer didn't play much because he was curled over vomiting behind the kit for most of the set but no matter because when he did play it sounded like thunder from ten hells.
After the set, McElroy Boydd invites the band to stay at his place and the fellas stay up all night talking w/ Dixie Peters. Well, the fellas were talking but I think old Dixie might be a little hard of hearing as the I kept hearing the Wolf yell, "Why don't you struggle! Why don't you struggle!" over and over and you'd think she'd answer 'em eventually if she heard 'em. Anyway, I wake up for breakfast the next morning and McElroy tells me we're all set and I'm to have a go managing this fine band. So here I am and let me tell you I could not be more excited.
