Archive for the ‘Street Dogs’ Category
What can I say? This has to be one of the hardest working bands out there. These guys come on stage and bring the house down every time I see them. The Street Dogs are without a doubt the best band you never heard of. Mike McColgan is probably the only singer I have every heard that can make me enjoy a protest song. I don’t agree with his position on Iraq, but he is a combat vet and has earned the right to say whatever he wants. And he does it paying the utmost respect to our troops.
Look for The Street Dogs on the Vans Warped Tour this summer, and back in Detroit in the fall.
A short synopsis:
D.O.T.W. met the hardcore, mohawked girl of his preternatural fantasies.
Ron must have ingested some type of top secret meth prior to this show as he not only stayed awake, but also spent most of his evening in the pit.
Re-Todd spent most of the night on the periphery stalking a specimen of east side dishwater blonde.
Young Jake once again showed promise in the pit. He stayed mostly on the side lines, but came up with a number of sneaky maneuvers that just made me proud.
Dr. Hooligan… Dr. Hooligan once again showed why he is the Dean of the School of Moshing and, with Ron’s help, showed a kid with a green mohawk why you don’t mess with the master!
Crash, Stashe, Jaws and T were AWOL.
I am once again grinning like a retard as I write this. I am also wincing when making certain movements due to a friendly fire accident courtesy of Hooligan. Bruises cover my arms and chest, I have a blister the size of Rhode Island on my foot, and possibly a separated sternum. I also have the requisite smile you couldn’t get off my face with a jack hammer and C-4. It’s nights like this that keep me young, or very well may one day cripple me.
I’m off to the Nevada desert at 04:15 tomarrow for a week long training exercise.
Have a great week.
Finally got to meet Mike McColgan last night and was very pleased that he is as down to earth in person as he seems in his interviews. You know he is a Fireman the minute you meet him. I also reconnected with an old friend last night. Mike Danner was the drummer for the 80’s/90’s band Big Chief and now manages St. Andrews Hall. I hadn’t seen him in over 20 years, but it was cool to be able to kind of pick up where we left off. Mike is a great guy and does a fantastic job with this venue.
Once I dragged him into the pit, young Jake proved worthy. Speaking of the pit, it was one of the rougher ones I have been in lately. I have a split lip this morning and really believe I broke the nose of the guy who gave it to me. Kids these days just don’t seem to get “Pit Etiquette.” I’m only 5’9, but I am a semi-solid 200 pounds so when I use the “Covey Tractor Push” I can still move some furniture. I sweated to the point of having to literally wring out my scally cap! Now that’s a sign of an active pit!
The Street Dogs set was the best I have seen them play. Mike McColgan is a Gulf War vet and former Boston Fireman who not only supports the troops, but Firefighters and Cops as well. He and Johnny Rio stand out on stage and that’s saying something because the rest of the guys are total professionals. Seeing them do “Final Transmission” live was something I won’t soon forget.
I wasn’t really familiar with Tiger Army before last night and don’t believe Psychobilly will take up much space on my I-pod, but the guys worked hard, played loud, and gave everyone their moneys worth.
Anyway it was a great time. Carl didn’t bite anyone, The Driver of the Wartabago got us down and back with some great tunes and lots of laughs, Papa Smurf watched over the “Iron Pimp” while we were inside, Pokey brought some awesome Belgian Beer along, and I found out Guinness will work in a baby bottle (thanks to Jake for being the guinea pig on that one!).
Like all mornings after a night in the pit, I am sore, bruised from head to toe, and have a smile on my face you couldn’t remove with a jack hammer!
Most of the regular concert crew and I (three guys who would normally join us seem to have overdosed on estrogen) are heading to St. Andrews in Detroit tonight to see the Street Dogs and Tiger Army.
I have written a great deal about the Street Dogs in past posts. Tiger Army is new to me so I did a little research and decided to post this video. Although it will probably be me against the “pit” tonight (unless young Jake proves worthy of the challenge, and the jury is still out on this kid), it still looks like a great time before us.
My brother posed this question yesterday. Since music has always been a HUGE part of my life, my list could go on for days. Because of that, I’m going to do as he did and just list a few off the top of my head. This will just cover the ones I wish I had written because I have felt/lived them, and probably because they are a part of my current playlist.
1. Sailor’s Rest and Field Behind The Plow (Stan Rogers)
2. She Gotta Smile (Stephen Lynch)
3. Hand Me Downs (Chuck White, Morgan Cryar, Tom Hampton)
4. All The Ways I Want You (Jimmy Buffett)
5. Redemption Song (Bob Marley)
6. Road of the Righteous (Dropkick Murphys)
7. Don’t Preach to Me (Street Dogs)
8. Final Transmission (Street Dogs)
9. Illegal Smile (John Prine)
Okay, I admit it, I am one of the musical purists.
I know The Hooligan will be champing at the bit to participate in this one.
Can’t say much, but here are some highlights: The ride down in the Wartabago was almost as much fun as the show. Met Johnny and Tobe, just missed Mike. The Street Dogs played probably one of the best sets I’ve ever heard, and the pit was wild. Crowd surfing in a kilt is quite liberating, I highly recommend it. I have bruises all over my arms and chest, and a smile you couldn’t blow off my face with C-4!
Last night brought this quote from Ted Nugent to mind:
“You are born at point A, You will die at point B, Kick maximum ass in between.”
So thanks to all the guys who went and made it an awesome night, and to the Detroit Fire Department who watched over the Wartabago.
I’m going back to bed.