All seven fans of the Crazed Cowboys have asked "What's up with the new 'IT'LL GO WHERE IT GOES' album? I thought y'all were COUNTRY?!" We said 'nooooo, that was all a big misunderstanding---we meant to type in 'CONTRARY,' but Crawdad was drunk when he wrote the bio, and we have been playing some of the most God-awful gigs in the history of rock'n'roll as a result of that Simple Twist Of Fate...
Well?Actually, ya see, The CCs have never been really fixated on any one particular type of music, because we all have ADT, and SARS, and a bunch of other acronyms....and our foray into country was a complete flop, much as our preceding 13 rock and roll albums were.
Our influences have always ranged from George Strait to George Harrison to George Gobel, from Neil McCoy to Neil Young, from Bob Crane to Bob Dylan to Matt Dillon (the Gunsmoke guy, dammit---not that other Dillon or his more obscure brother who was only good in Platoon), from Waylon and Willie to The Beatles----you get the picture.
We loved the music we made on 'Welcome To Hip Hop Country' and 'Damn, It Feels Good To Be A Cowboy'...and my mom enjoyed listening to both copies that we sold over the course of three years. Those two albums definitely had a country flavor, and were a blast to make and perform....although our true forte was and is liberal hippie music with the occasional rant against organized religion, war mongers, really dumb swaggering cowboy presidents with silver spoons in their mouths, and conservative assholes in general.
To be truthful, though, they were rock and roll albums trying to sneak into the country genre...because we naively thought we could throw on hats and be accepted by whatever unknown group it is out there who is still paying for country records, may the spirits save their souls. C'mon, folks---buy a kerosene CD burner, fer crissakes, and rip the stuff off like everybody else does, or get a home computer program where you can make your own records while getting drunk in your basement, just like we do. You'll be an honorary Crazed Cowboy in no time flat, and bulk burning bottom dweller companies that burn CDs all night in White Plains New York and other places that sound equally hideous will be burning up your e-mail with offers for 4-color tray deals and free shipping. You know what they say: You've gotta spend money to spend money....or put it on your credit card.
We thought, and still do, that 'modern country', whatever the hell that is, pretty much blows goats. That's too mild, and doesn't even scratch the surface of that crap-filled cesspool, but we've gotta keep this diatribe moving. As it turns out, we weren't exactly invited into the goat herd, either as blowees or blowers. Radio wasn't playing us, record companies weren't beating down the door, and it was time to move on.
Sooooo? we decided to wander off into the next area that we were destined to go into anyway, which, as it turns out, is where we came from in the first place: Rock'n'Roll. It's a hell of a lot more fun, and if you aren't going to make any money or sell any CDs, ya might as well jettison the goofy cowboy hats and save all that money on dry-cleaning western shirts. Somebody hide the digital pix from that era....please!??!?!?!?
If you listen to 'IT'LL GO WHERE IT GOES', you'll be hearing the same drunken Crazed Cowboy humor and antics that you heard on the first two albums....all of the same drugs were used to ensure continuity. All we've added is some of our favorite rock and roll, and a touch of spirituality here and there, which the world can certainly use right now....and lots of Jack Daniels. There's still plenty of the type of 'country' music that we love on the record, including the tracks 'Necktie Blooz', 'Behind That Locked Door', 'Brand New Day', and 'Destination Nashville'. We're not 'out' of country, or strictly 'in' to rock and roll; we're just making music we enjoy and believe in, regardless of genre.
Nah---we're lying---NONE
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