Well, the boys is in the studio with our producer, Dick Ruben. The re-cordings is coming along nice and smooth like except for the Wolf kept runnin' off to catch ground squirrels so I had to strap him down to the roof rack of my Ford Bronco II so we'd know where to find him when it was time for singin'. He hollered his fool head off when I done it and some of it you can hear on the record when you ain't supposed to. That is what Dick Ruben likes to call a "crappy accident" and when you hear it, you'll know why.
Aside from that the band is behavin' itself. I gave Snuff a sack of tobacco and beef jerky so he'd have somethin' to chew on and not get to complainin' like he does and Hog and Dragline is happy w/ just a jar of wolfshine and some pills these days as long as the pills is red and pretty big lookin'. Should be done w/ the re-cordings in just a few week's time. Now that's progress!
Your friend,
McElroy Boyd
Monday, March 21, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Another Show for the Boys, HOOOEEE!
Now, iffin't the boys ain't the hardest workin' in the business, well, I don't rightly know who is! They are playin' a show at Ball Hall which is in that danged Chicago city they keep playin' in. The other bands is Lechugillas, the Unstoppable Death Machines and some fellas who don't know how to spell who call their band Catacombz.
You all should come. Maybe even Drug Dealin' Dan will be there.
Your Friend,
McElroy Boyd
You all should come. Maybe even Drug Dealin' Dan will be there.
Your Friend,
McElroy Boyd
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
The boys got a show up and comin'!
Yessir, the boys is playin' a show with two Mexican bands by the names of Spanyurd and Lechugillas. We hired one of them graphics designers to make us up a hand bill:
It's all on there. Cal's in the city of Chicago. Friday the 18th of February. I will be there cause I gotta meet up with Drug Dealin' Dan for personal reasons I cannot discuss on-line-wise.
Your friend,
McElroy Boyd
It's all on there. Cal's in the city of Chicago. Friday the 18th of February. I will be there cause I gotta meet up with Drug Dealin' Dan for personal reasons I cannot discuss on-line-wise.
Your friend,
McElroy Boyd
Friday, September 3, 2010
Well, I got new Internet!
Yessir. People been complainin' the one on MySpace ain't the easiest to read so I up and started this 'un. This is the old internet for those of you with-out the technical specifications to find it yerselves. Check there for the original story of Skank Wolf and the Mange.
Your Friend,
McElroy Boyd
Your Friend,
McElroy Boyd
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Some food for thought
For those of you who like thinkin', which I know ain't all y'all...
So me and my favorite preacher, Gary Fallwell, was out at my estate, Rabies Acres, the other day supervisin' the boys who I had out back buildin' an arc which we need in preparation for when our Lord and Savior, Jesus H. Christ, return from heaven to wreak fire and flood upon this great nation. We buildeth the arc, as per scripture, so that we might keepeth all the animals by the two of 'em on there so oncin' the flood waters receedeth, the animals can thus re-populate the earth and provide us with good meat for barbecue. Well, I was lookin' at the boys who was toilin' in the hot sun amongst the weeds and dread malaria flies and I got to thinkin': How's come one of 'em that ain't fat is called Hog and the one of 'em that's the size of a dang boar pig is called Uncle Snuff? And how's come he ain't the uncle of nobody as far as I know? And why's he called Snuff when he uses mostly chewin'-on tobacco? Well, I don't reckon I can answer any of these questions but I thought I might give ya'll a chance to have a crack at 'em.
Your Friend,
McElroy Boyd
So me and my favorite preacher, Gary Fallwell, was out at my estate, Rabies Acres, the other day supervisin' the boys who I had out back buildin' an arc which we need in preparation for when our Lord and Savior, Jesus H. Christ, return from heaven to wreak fire and flood upon this great nation. We buildeth the arc, as per scripture, so that we might keepeth all the animals by the two of 'em on there so oncin' the flood waters receedeth, the animals can thus re-populate the earth and provide us with good meat for barbecue. Well, I was lookin' at the boys who was toilin' in the hot sun amongst the weeds and dread malaria flies and I got to thinkin': How's come one of 'em that ain't fat is called Hog and the one of 'em that's the size of a dang boar pig is called Uncle Snuff? And how's come he ain't the uncle of nobody as far as I know? And why's he called Snuff when he uses mostly chewin'-on tobacco? Well, I don't reckon I can answer any of these questions but I thought I might give ya'll a chance to have a crack at 'em.
Your Friend,
McElroy Boyd
Monday, August 30, 2010
They made a motion picture of the Wolf!
Well, some kind gentleman made one of them motion pictures of the kind that you watch on a computer and not on the TV. They are on the Youth Tube. Crazy kids!
There is three parts so make sure an watch all of 'em.
Your Friend,
McElroy Boyd
There is three parts so make sure an watch all of 'em.
Your Friend,
McElroy Boyd
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Now the boys all went liberal. But I cured 'em of it!
I wake up this morning and look out my window to see the cart wheel I had the Wolf tied to ain't tied to nothin' no more. Well, I knew the boys could be a bit kind hearted at times so they probably wanted to just untie him for a minute so he could work out the kinks in his knees and get himself a drink of lakewater. I will be screwed and blued though, they done untied him and then got to listenin' to what he was saying and, by gum, if his cock-o-mamy speech didn't turn the rest of the boys into liberals too. They were thinkin' they got the freedom of speech and was goin' about talkin' in nonsense.
I found 'em sittin' around the old apple tree and speakin' in their strange liberal tongue, a goin' "Ship shap caddy flap" this and "Power hour super flower" that and so on, not makin' a dang lick of of old fashioned sense. Well, I tell you it was a bit much for me. I made Dixie Peter stuff some cotton in her ears on account of a lady should not be threatened by such ungentelmanly nonsense. I knowed I had to do somethin' about this before it went on to long.
I called up an old friend of mine, Burny McButt, who's a fireman. I had ole Burny bring up a whole tank fulla city water and a long hose to my estate, Rabies Acres. Well, me an Burny loaded up that tank of city water into my Ford Bronco II which I call She-Beast and drove right on out to that dang apple tree where them boys were sittin' around speakin' like a buncha red Rooskies and hollered at the top of my lungs, "Boys! Now you gonna stop that gull danged gubbelty goop you been talkin' and get back to yappin' like civilized folk or me an' Burny'll blast you with a hunnert gallons of city water for each of ya!" Well, that perked their ears up, I must say! They murmed amongst them self and the Wolf yelled back, "We got the amendment right to speak what we want even if it ain't words!" So I says, "I don't care about you, Wolf. You do what you do. But the boys is gonna get a city water bath so bad they won't know what hit 'em iffin' they don't start speakin' sense!" And w/ that the boys kinda wandert on back towards me, hands in their pockets, speakin' appologies softly but in good old timey English.
Now say what you will about the Wolf but he knows when he's beat. And facin' a few hunnert gallons of city water without his band to back him, he knowed he was beat so he let me tie 'em back up to the old cart wheel and I'll probably leave him go in a couple a days once I's sure he learned his lesson. Seemed to be speakin' in a civilized tongue though so that's a start.
Your Friend,
McElroy Boyd
I found 'em sittin' around the old apple tree and speakin' in their strange liberal tongue, a goin' "Ship shap caddy flap" this and "Power hour super flower" that and so on, not makin' a dang lick of of old fashioned sense. Well, I tell you it was a bit much for me. I made Dixie Peter stuff some cotton in her ears on account of a lady should not be threatened by such ungentelmanly nonsense. I knowed I had to do somethin' about this before it went on to long.
I called up an old friend of mine, Burny McButt, who's a fireman. I had ole Burny bring up a whole tank fulla city water and a long hose to my estate, Rabies Acres. Well, me an Burny loaded up that tank of city water into my Ford Bronco II which I call She-Beast and drove right on out to that dang apple tree where them boys were sittin' around speakin' like a buncha red Rooskies and hollered at the top of my lungs, "Boys! Now you gonna stop that gull danged gubbelty goop you been talkin' and get back to yappin' like civilized folk or me an' Burny'll blast you with a hunnert gallons of city water for each of ya!" Well, that perked their ears up, I must say! They murmed amongst them self and the Wolf yelled back, "We got the amendment right to speak what we want even if it ain't words!" So I says, "I don't care about you, Wolf. You do what you do. But the boys is gonna get a city water bath so bad they won't know what hit 'em iffin' they don't start speakin' sense!" And w/ that the boys kinda wandert on back towards me, hands in their pockets, speakin' appologies softly but in good old timey English.
Now say what you will about the Wolf but he knows when he's beat. And facin' a few hunnert gallons of city water without his band to back him, he knowed he was beat so he let me tie 'em back up to the old cart wheel and I'll probably leave him go in a couple a days once I's sure he learned his lesson. Seemed to be speakin' in a civilized tongue though so that's a start.
Your Friend,
McElroy Boyd
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