In the spirit of Elvis Presley, Johnny Cash, The Stones, and The Who getting together to play at Marilyn Monroe's BBQ birthday bash…
The Band
Vocals , backing vocals: Rob Yeck ( AKA Hellfish Wesley)
Guitar, backing vocals: Pat Schwartz (AKA The Used Car Cowboy)
Drums, bass, guitar, backing vocals, recording, mixing, mastering: Steve Martin (AKA Cousin Steve)
All music and lyrics written by Hellfish Wesley
Story of the Hellfish
After my ex-best girl split, I decided to take a little journey. A journey that would change me both spiritually and mentally forever... Maybe it was due to all those science fiction movies we had seen together at the drive-in, or maybe it was all that cheap spiced rum, or better yet and most likely it was all due to the fact that my family and I have been the subjects of many visits from alien visitors from outer space. Any way, I could take life in this lonesome town no more. I knew I had to get out, far out. So I decided to construct my very own flying saucer. I just needed to go out and get me some parts.
...My journey led me through many trails along the valleys of the Appalachian mountains. I was forced to spend two nights in an abandoned mine shaft during a terrible hurricane. During these two nights, fantastic melodies filled my mind with lyrics that told tales of many of man's trials and tribulations. Finally, on the third day there was a sun. A sun that shined in a way I have never seen before. From that great ball of fire one single beam of light danced on a wooded area just over the horizon...
...After a brutal trek through streams and brush, there it was, an old rundown junkyard filled with cars as far as the eye could see. It was as magical a place as the local tales had conjured in my imagination. Now, these tales were of a cowboy. A cowboy that dealt in used cars and enjoyed nothing more than strumming his ol' six string and drinking some shine.
Anyway, it was legend that he once saved an old man from a burning car, repaired the engine, drank some shine, and rehabilitated the poor old man all while he sang a working song and played a harmonica he had strapped around his neck. They say it was as if the music he played was responsible for the restoration of that and many other automobiles, and even the rapid rehabilitation of the old man's broken hip.
Well, if anyone could set me straight on parts I could salvage for my saucer, surely he could. However, junkyard had set its first obstacle for me to overcome. It was a big ol' guard dog. Now for some reason, one of the songs that had been stuck in my head for the past two days popped back into my head and popped right out of my mouth. To my surprise the fierce beast suddenly began to purr like a kitten and howl surprisingly enough in tune as to harmonize with me when he felt the urge...With the dog was lying down and howling his tune, I was free to roam.
Finally, there he sat, on the fender of a big old malibu, Just strumming his six string...We got to talking, and I told him about the songs in my head. As soon as I sang my first note, he smiled and jumped right in strumming and harmonizing with me. It really was an out of this world experience.
The used car cowboy told me he could help me with the parts, but he had a cousin Steve that might be of greater help in putting this machine into orbit (now it seemed to me that all people in those parts called the man Cousin Steve. it appears that family ties are sometimes all too difficult to untangle in those parts.).
Sure enough, cousin Steve seemed to appear from thin air with a wrench that he kept banging against an old muffler and radiator...So the cowboy and I jumped right into our song. The three of us have been playing junk-yard-bop ever since. As for the flying saucer... THE ABOVE EXCERPTS WERE TAKEN FROM THE HELLFISH MEMOIRES , COURTESSY OF THE WASTE LAND ESTATE