axelore by gordy baird
the
winter of 84 in an upstairs brewery just a stones throw from the
Avon
hiXtory is undergoing another isoquantic shift as the electronics
from a fuzz box and walkie talkie are gaffa taped into little
stevies aXe. Now everyone with
an FM receiver within 200M can tune into SleekBotFM. 3 Axpostles
have
congregated to weave the tenets of AXlore. At no time shall any
song once being
performed, be performed again. Also in the room is a mystic
southener who can
smell an unplayed instrument before he can smell a brewery. He is
making a
beeline for a bass. "That line of b's is never going to
convince anyone."
interjected one of the trio, and with a Glaswegian lilt added,
"Yoos thoos baas
un ploog in oover 'ere laak!" Little stevie is monitoring
his broadcast through
his slumboombox. Now the menu reads twin aXes congas and bass,
leaving room for
the soulful sound of big Al's sax. After running through 35 songs
we are
confident that we'll do the McGoohans right proud as we bring
rock to the garden city's sleepy suburbs.
To be contd.....
About the Author: gordy baird was an itinerant bass player for the axemen for some years.