In 1979 a collision occurred which brought forth an unusual musical force that identified itself as Sexdog. Free-form avant-garde saxophonist Nick Sanzenbach, who lived next door to the Marsalis family interestingly enough (Ellis and sons Wynton, Branford, Delfeayo, Jason et al), was friends with recovering acid heads the Clements Brothers (Dave on bass, Cranston on guitar). Nick and the brothers had been friends from grammar school days and had played together many times in Nick's infamous basement, dubbed The Boom Boom Room. Literally hundreds of musicians had honed repertoires or simply blown their musical gizzards out in its confines. One of them was even living in there, holed up in the mold-ridden "penthouse" adjacent to the raucous rehearsal room. This was Scott Goudeau, a jazz/rock virtuoso from Lafayette, Louisiana who was equally at home with Cajun/zydeco and Mahavishnu John McLaughlin. Nick's girlfriend at the time was in the film business and had two friends who were major rock aficionados, leaning from a firm footing in the Stones to Iggy, the Pistols, Lou Reed, etc. Oley Sassone and Rick Wigginton wanted to jam and Nick convinced the Clements fellows to drop by. Goudeau had no escape so he fell in as well. Oley, Cranston and Scott all happened to be playing Les Pauls at the time which led to their infamous "Wall Of Paul" trademark. Nick decided that he would be expendable on tenor sax and elbowed his way into the drum chair ahead of Dave Landry, who politely bowed out for the time being. Dave Clements pounded Fender Precision bass. The first jam session turned into a non-stop three hour massacre that ended in a pile of bodies on Nick's layer of filth known as "carpet". It was clear that something was afoot though no one knew what. It was decided that there should be another go the next night. Things intensified and it became obvious that this was to happen as much as possible, leading to nightly "rehearsals" in which nothing resembling a song yet occurred. There was talk of getting gigs "as is", i.e. with no legitimate songs, just a flood of musical energy. Reality suggested that a few tunes might help people hang with the 'Dog and soon the band was writing at least one a night. Wigginton began pouring out lyrics from dark corners of the room (and his mind) as riffs took shape. When the band found itself in possession of some thirty originals of credible form, including gems like "Goodbye Nagasaki" and "I Wanna Eat You", "management" kicked into gear. Scott's girlfriend Lisa C. scared up a few dates and Sexdog went public. There were already gangs of youths piling into the basement to witness the creative process every night. These fans helped get things rolling by spray-painting "SEXDOG" on stores, cemetery walls, police stations, etc. citywide. Thus the band was officially whelped.
After about a year of clawing their way very nearly to the top of the local punk scene the band self-destructed, only to reform as a quartet with Oley, Rick, aforementioned drummer Dave Landry and veteran bassist Charlie Franklin some months later. The writing continued, reaching new peaks with songs like "I'm In Love With The Girl Who's In Love With My Wife" among many other tightly knit ass-kickers. Cranston was lured back in and the band had a second honeymoon, managing to do some recording in professional studios while continuing to assault local clubs. Sadly, no one remembers when or why Sexdog was finally put down. There is an unmarked gravestone behind a local veterinary clinic some think is the resting place of the early 'Dog.
Through the years the band has gotten back together and cranked out new riffs and tunes with an eye to a brighter future. Old Sexdog, new licks…the love is there.