Jerry's Trout Pizza: Episode 3: Hick Hop Honky-tonk
Posted by drblt at 2/2/2011 1:33 PM 
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Happy Groundhog Day: Spring is just around the corner. To celebrate spring and Groundhog Day, sample this brand new Dr BLTune:
Ground Hogs Day
Dr BLT
words and music by Dr BLT c 2011
Welcome to a brand new episode in the Bakersfield Sound Underground blog storybook adventure, where you, the blog visitor, get to add to every episode. You can make it turn out bad, good, neutral, or any old way you'd like the story to turn out. This series is called Jerry's Trout Pizza.
This is serving, or episode 3. Whether you're a Buck Owens or a Buzzcocks fan, whether you are an X fan, a Blasters fan, or a Jones Family Fortune fan----whether you are a Black Flag fan or a Merle Haggard fan, you'll have a blast hanging out in the imaginary punky-tonk territory known as Jerry's Trout Pizza, where they serve fresh fish on dry, buttery, hard crust as experimental bands, duos and solo artists come in to serve up the best fusion of post-korn-k.c.c.r.o.c.k. (Kern County Country Rock), mixing up the old and new, the borrowed and the blue, just for you. And without further ado, this is Jerry's Trout Pizza, Serving 3.
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If you can't decide whether to catch the latest punk renderings at Jerry's Pizza or the latest country or rockabilly bands at Trout's, and you pass them both on the way to who knows where, you may just find yourself at a punked-out country-bumpin' punk place called Jerry's Trout Pizza. It doesn't exist in the real world, but in the world of magical realism, where elements of reality are juxtaposed with elements of the punKOUNTRY imaginary world, anything is possible.
Celebrated singer/songwriter/band frontman, Ian Jones ended up there one cold February day. After wandering around in the Kern County fog for what seemed like a lifetime, he found himself slumped over the counter, sitting on a giant bar stool and this strange, dreamy honky-tonk.
"Where am I?" Jerry, the bartender starred at Ian in silence for a moment, then provided a non-answer.
"What will it be?"
"Just a big cup of coffee," Ian replied, "I need to wake up from this nightmare."
"You look like you just lost your family fortune," Jerry replied soundly.
"Well, I kind of have." Ian sounded confused.
"Well, I can't bring back the family fortune, young man, but I can offer you a honky-tonk treasure chest. You see, this is where new post-punk bumpkins mix it up with old country crooners of yore. That whole attitude is kind of epitomized in the song you're hearing from the jukebox right now---the new Dr BLTrack called
Hick Hop Honky Tonk Heavy Metal Country Song
Dr BLT
words and music by Dr BLT c 2011 Killbilly Records.
Ian's eyes now cast a dubious look squarely in the eyes of the bartender. He hesitated, that slowly began speaking.
"Cool song. Dr BLT and I are hoping to actually get together to perform and to record in the late spring---that is, if I ever find my way back to Bakersfield where I was trying to arrange that springtime gig. I turned my head for a moment, noticed my shadow and ended up here. This is surreal. Am I dreaming? Just how is all that possible-----the honky-tonk, the time-travel deal with the old-timers and the whole new attitude of cooperation, and collaboration?"
Jerry shook his head, oddly, a little dubious over the dubiousity he saw in Ian's eyes. Jerry had been around this place so long, he no longer recognized the overwhelmingly surrealistic aspect of it all.
"The dead are resurrected here---not just the archetype, but the actual physical artists themselves, right here in the flesh, reappearing in all of their splendor." Tonight Faron Young, the man once dubbed "The Hillbilly Hearthrob," and Jerry Garcia of the Grateful Dead join Lloyd McGarity on this gigantic stage. They will merge into one superband. They will play twanged out Dead tunes, Lloyd McGarity originals, and Dr BLT covers like Have Mercy, January, as aired on KWMR's Bakersfield and Beyond, and psychedelic country post-punk renditions of Faron Young classics like Goin' Steady, Wine me Up and Hello Walls.
After that mind-blowing merger, 800 Pound Gorilla will team up with the Witchitas, Meestro, the Smokin' Armadillos, the Flying Burritto Brothers, Ruby and the Snakehandlers, X, and the three Daves of the new Bakersfield-Sound-grounded country movement-----Dave Howe, Dave Gleason, and Dave Alvin. It's going to be one hell of a heavenly honky-tonk show! Until Jerry's Trout Pizza was created in the imagination of punKOUNTRY hick hoppin' hillbillies, a double feature old-meets-new time-travel supershow like this was not thought possible, even in their wildest imagination."
Ian's eyes now radiated a scintillating glow of eager anticipation. Then, his eyes saddened for he thought of how Faron took his own life while he was still in his prime. "Wow, I can't wait to meet Faron. It's so tragic how he, like Sid Vicious, lived out the whole "Live Fast, Love Hard, Die Young," lifestyle. Why he took his own life in 1996, I can never begin to understand. He had it all, and was a great inspiration to songwriter's everywhere. He was so instrumental----no pun intended, in launching careers like those of Don Gibson, Kris Kristofferson and Shel Silverstein."
Jerry hung his head, then lifted it slowly, gazing toward the back of the shadowy bar, decorated, in a rather tawdry manner, with huge, homemade guitar-weilding Groundhog cardboard cut-out figures.
"Well, I have a theory-----just like the theory about Curt Cobain and Brian Jones, that Faron was murdered. Maybe I'm wrong, I don't know, maybe he was like a Groundhog that saw his shadow, in the Jungian sense of one's shadow, got scared and went back to the cold ground, like the Groundhog, but deeper underground, never to come back to the real world, that is, until now."
Suddenly, there was there was a conspicuous creak at the door. It was Gary LaDuke, aka GL, aka the G-L-element.
"Hey," Ian exclaimed excitedly, isn't that the dude they refer to as "the New George-Martin-meets-the-new-John-Lennon"------you know---that dude from St. Luis, who has supercharged or "LaDuked" so many of the Dr. BLT songs, including the ones covered by Lloyd McGarity, the man who won the 2010 version of the Next Buck Owens talent contest?"
"Yep, that's him," Jerry replied confidently. "That's GL and Suzan Joy and Homer. Homer actually made it. "Here's to your health!" Jerry shouted, holding up his frosty, half-full beer mug. Then he turned towards Ian.
"GL heard that we were dedicating tonight's show to Homer Joy, and that's why he's got Homer and Suzan Joy with him." Jerry paused. "And that reminds me, there are rumors that Buck himself may show up later tonight with Dwight Yoakam, and the two of those cats may sing Streets of Bakersfield as an encore."
Ian pinched himself in a feeble attempt to introduce palpability to this surrealistic experience. It hurt! Then the two of them headed back to welcome GL, Homer, and Suzan at the door. What an evening this was going to be. What a glorious slice of that heavenly Jerry's Trout Pizza!
(Readers, please complete your own ending to the story in the comments section below. Also, be sure to stream my favorite radio show on Thursday, February 3 from 6:30 pm to 8:30 pm at this link:
KWMR
I'm a regular, long-distance telephone guest and, though I'm cleary unworthy, they frequently air my original tunes, performed by me and others who record my tunes. I usually come on around 8 pm to chat with the co-hosts, Mike and Amanda).
Catch you at the next episode!
Ground Hogs Day
Dr BLT
words and music by Dr BLT c 2011
Welcome to a brand new episode in the Bakersfield Sound Underground blog storybook adventure, where you, the blog visitor, get to add to every episode. You can make it turn out bad, good, neutral, or any old way you'd like the story to turn out. This series is called Jerry's Trout Pizza.
This is serving, or episode 3. Whether you're a Buck Owens or a Buzzcocks fan, whether you are an X fan, a Blasters fan, or a Jones Family Fortune fan----whether you are a Black Flag fan or a Merle Haggard fan, you'll have a blast hanging out in the imaginary punky-tonk territory known as Jerry's Trout Pizza, where they serve fresh fish on dry, buttery, hard crust as experimental bands, duos and solo artists come in to serve up the best fusion of post-korn-k.c.c.r.o.c.k. (Kern County Country Rock), mixing up the old and new, the borrowed and the blue, just for you. And without further ado, this is Jerry's Trout Pizza, Serving 3.
__________________________________________________________________________
If you can't decide whether to catch the latest punk renderings at Jerry's Pizza or the latest country or rockabilly bands at Trout's, and you pass them both on the way to who knows where, you may just find yourself at a punked-out country-bumpin' punk place called Jerry's Trout Pizza. It doesn't exist in the real world, but in the world of magical realism, where elements of reality are juxtaposed with elements of the punKOUNTRY imaginary world, anything is possible.
Celebrated singer/songwriter/band frontman, Ian Jones ended up there one cold February day. After wandering around in the Kern County fog for what seemed like a lifetime, he found himself slumped over the counter, sitting on a giant bar stool and this strange, dreamy honky-tonk.
"Where am I?" Jerry, the bartender starred at Ian in silence for a moment, then provided a non-answer.
"What will it be?"
"Just a big cup of coffee," Ian replied, "I need to wake up from this nightmare."
"You look like you just lost your family fortune," Jerry replied soundly.
"Well, I kind of have." Ian sounded confused.
"Well, I can't bring back the family fortune, young man, but I can offer you a honky-tonk treasure chest. You see, this is where new post-punk bumpkins mix it up with old country crooners of yore. That whole attitude is kind of epitomized in the song you're hearing from the jukebox right now---the new Dr BLTrack called
Hick Hop Honky Tonk Heavy Metal Country Song
Dr BLT
words and music by Dr BLT c 2011 Killbilly Records.
Ian's eyes now cast a dubious look squarely in the eyes of the bartender. He hesitated, that slowly began speaking.
"Cool song. Dr BLT and I are hoping to actually get together to perform and to record in the late spring---that is, if I ever find my way back to Bakersfield where I was trying to arrange that springtime gig. I turned my head for a moment, noticed my shadow and ended up here. This is surreal. Am I dreaming? Just how is all that possible-----the honky-tonk, the time-travel deal with the old-timers and the whole new attitude of cooperation, and collaboration?"
Jerry shook his head, oddly, a little dubious over the dubiousity he saw in Ian's eyes. Jerry had been around this place so long, he no longer recognized the overwhelmingly surrealistic aspect of it all.
"The dead are resurrected here---not just the archetype, but the actual physical artists themselves, right here in the flesh, reappearing in all of their splendor." Tonight Faron Young, the man once dubbed "The Hillbilly Hearthrob," and Jerry Garcia of the Grateful Dead join Lloyd McGarity on this gigantic stage. They will merge into one superband. They will play twanged out Dead tunes, Lloyd McGarity originals, and Dr BLT covers like Have Mercy, January, as aired on KWMR's Bakersfield and Beyond, and psychedelic country post-punk renditions of Faron Young classics like Goin' Steady, Wine me Up and Hello Walls.
After that mind-blowing merger, 800 Pound Gorilla will team up with the Witchitas, Meestro, the Smokin' Armadillos, the Flying Burritto Brothers, Ruby and the Snakehandlers, X, and the three Daves of the new Bakersfield-Sound-grounded country movement-----Dave Howe, Dave Gleason, and Dave Alvin. It's going to be one hell of a heavenly honky-tonk show! Until Jerry's Trout Pizza was created in the imagination of punKOUNTRY hick hoppin' hillbillies, a double feature old-meets-new time-travel supershow like this was not thought possible, even in their wildest imagination."
Ian's eyes now radiated a scintillating glow of eager anticipation. Then, his eyes saddened for he thought of how Faron took his own life while he was still in his prime. "Wow, I can't wait to meet Faron. It's so tragic how he, like Sid Vicious, lived out the whole "Live Fast, Love Hard, Die Young," lifestyle. Why he took his own life in 1996, I can never begin to understand. He had it all, and was a great inspiration to songwriter's everywhere. He was so instrumental----no pun intended, in launching careers like those of Don Gibson, Kris Kristofferson and Shel Silverstein."
Jerry hung his head, then lifted it slowly, gazing toward the back of the shadowy bar, decorated, in a rather tawdry manner, with huge, homemade guitar-weilding Groundhog cardboard cut-out figures.
"Well, I have a theory-----just like the theory about Curt Cobain and Brian Jones, that Faron was murdered. Maybe I'm wrong, I don't know, maybe he was like a Groundhog that saw his shadow, in the Jungian sense of one's shadow, got scared and went back to the cold ground, like the Groundhog, but deeper underground, never to come back to the real world, that is, until now."
Suddenly, there was there was a conspicuous creak at the door. It was Gary LaDuke, aka GL, aka the G-L-element.
"Hey," Ian exclaimed excitedly, isn't that the dude they refer to as "the New George-Martin-meets-the-new-John-Lennon"------you know---that dude from St. Luis, who has supercharged or "LaDuked" so many of the Dr. BLT songs, including the ones covered by Lloyd McGarity, the man who won the 2010 version of the Next Buck Owens talent contest?"
"Yep, that's him," Jerry replied confidently. "That's GL and Suzan Joy and Homer. Homer actually made it. "Here's to your health!" Jerry shouted, holding up his frosty, half-full beer mug. Then he turned towards Ian.
"GL heard that we were dedicating tonight's show to Homer Joy, and that's why he's got Homer and Suzan Joy with him." Jerry paused. "And that reminds me, there are rumors that Buck himself may show up later tonight with Dwight Yoakam, and the two of those cats may sing Streets of Bakersfield as an encore."
Ian pinched himself in a feeble attempt to introduce palpability to this surrealistic experience. It hurt! Then the two of them headed back to welcome GL, Homer, and Suzan at the door. What an evening this was going to be. What a glorious slice of that heavenly Jerry's Trout Pizza!
(Readers, please complete your own ending to the story in the comments section below. Also, be sure to stream my favorite radio show on Thursday, February 3 from 6:30 pm to 8:30 pm at this link:
KWMR
I'm a regular, long-distance telephone guest and, though I'm cleary unworthy, they frequently air my original tunes, performed by me and others who record my tunes. I usually come on around 8 pm to chat with the co-hosts, Mike and Amanda).
Catch you at the next episode!
Love it, great job as usual BLT!!
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However, as Ian reached the door to welcome the newcomers, the doorknob suddenly transformed into the head of Carl Jung! The “doorknob” then spoke, “You’re about to be visited by three ghosts tonight. I’m the first ---the Ghost of the Past.” So I hear you’ve been dreaming about groundhogs most nights.”
“Well”, said Ian, “the dreams all begin with the groundhog slowly emerging from his hole. Then I see that he has a little mustache and swastika sewed onto his arm and he starts chasing me with a machine gun.”
“When do these dreams occur?”asked Jung.
“Usually before a concert,” explained Ian.
“I’m thinking now, that it may represent my mother. She really detested music – all music, and she went ballistic when I developed a musical career. Maybe unconsciously, I’m worried about the audience having a negative reaction to my songs.”
“That’s enough work for now,” said Jung. I’d now like to introduce you to the Ghost of the Present, Fritz Perls.
“Tell me what’s going on within you right at this moment.” demanded Perls.
“I think I’m either dreaming or I’ve entered the Twilight Zone,” murmured Ian.
“So, you’re either sane or insane. I think the two parts of you need to have a conversation. We’ll start with sanity communicating to insanity in the empty chair. Go ahead,” ordered Perls.
Ian addressed the imaginary underdog. “Listen here, insanity. You have never appeared before in my life. You can’t just think you’re going to show up now and take over without a fight!”
“Good,” exclaimed Perls. “Now move to the other chair and be the underdog.”
Ian switched chairs and said, “OK, I know that I’ve just appeared out of nowhere, but sometimes that’s just how I work.”
“Enough for now,” stated Perls. “It’s time to meet the Ghost of the Future, Dr. BLT.”
Dr. BLT walked in slowly strumming his guitar. “What would you like to talk about? I have many different hats for any type of problem you’d like to address,” he said as he pointed to his guitar case. Inside the gray furry lining, Ian noted hats of many shapes and colors.
“Well, I guess I feel most comfortable with the cowboy hat you have on now,” said Ian.
“Good, that’s my favorite,” said Dr. BLT.
“I need to talk about my mind----I think I’m losing it,” responded Ian.
“So, what you’re saying is that it’s a ‘Matter of Time’ before you lose your mind?” asked Dr. BLT.
“Exactly, it’s not a matter of when, so I’m caught in a bind,” said Ian. “Hey, do you mind if we talk somewhere else?”
“There’s a couple of horses saddled up outside”, replied Dr. BLT. “I have a ranch that I think you’d like to visit. We’ll have to travel through some canyons in your mind to get there, but I assure you, we’ll be riding trails that set the captive free.”
“So, you’re kind of a ‘Psychological Cowboy,’” stated Ian.
“I prefer the term, ‘Sheriff of your Psyche,’” responded Dr. BLT as they rode off into the sunset.
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As Ian takes the last few gulps of coffee, he turns his back away from the bar and slides off the bar stool. He unfolds himself with a long tall stretch and saunters over to the stage. Standing in front of the stage, he takes a long look at the lone guitar resting in its case. Ian notices something quite remarkable on the neck of the guitar,near the top where the strings are tuned was the initials of the greatest cowboy singer of Bakersfield. He rubs both his eyes to get a clearly look. Jumping back he notices the initial of Dr. BLT. So amazed by what he sees, Ian shouts out, "How in the blue blazes did that get here?"
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Very creative stuff! Thank you!
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