I don’t have a vast musical knowledge nor am I able to recite lyrics and names of bar scene bands on the fly. Google is the friend of every short term memory music lover like me. I do, however, know what I like when I hear it and my likes are fairly eclectic.
Most of the time, if you pull up next to my 97 busted up GMC pick-up at a stop light, you’ll hear some old twang sung by Merle Haggard, Johnny Cash or Walylon Jennings. If it’s a weekday morning, you’ll find 104.1 The Edge seeping out of the cracked window along with a stream of cigarette smoke.
My I-Pod has everything from Michael Buble to Otis Redding. Kevin Fowler to Bob Wills. Blondie to Alejandro Fernadez. When I’m trucking a load from Bueyeros, NM back home, I can spend an hour replaying Johnny Cash’s God’s Gonna Cut you Down. Maybe because my people come from out in Quay, I tend to find that trip unusually reflective and The Cash man has a way of putting it all in perspective.
Having said that, until yesterday, I had no idea who the Asylum Street Spankers were and having had a conversation that morning with God, I was pretty sure they weren’t his favorite band. Everyone knows His favorite is CCR.
I can tell you what their website says about them, or the many reviews they’ve had in the past ten plus years that the band has been playing. I can tell you that one of the founding members, Wammo, has his own website where he advertises his art, “House shows” and for a small fee will even marry you at your wedding.
What I can’t tell you is, that unless you hear them live, I just don’t see how you could ever quite get the symphony of sound that comes out of their filthy beer soaked mouths. The gospel part of the show would have made my grandmother proud. Of course the last song of that set that segue’s into the more secular area of their music would have had her hitting them over the head with her purse and calling down the wrath of God upon them. Grandma was funny that way. God rest her soul.
I can’t even tell you what genre of music they are. If Gospel and Blues made love to Punk and Southern Rock and the child of that union made love to Willie Nelson and Ray Charles, that might produce a genre that would be able to explain the Spankers.
Then again, I did say I don’t have a vast musical knowledge but do know what I like. I like them and the fact that they come from Texas, makes it that much sweeter. You know, if you wanna call Austin, Texas.
Even the wife loved them, though I did have to explain what PBR was following a song of the same name. Heh, PBR…. good times….