I always introduce this song live with a little audience survey. The results are pretty much the same every time so I'm gonna assume that most of you know what happens when you mix a lot of different types of alcohol in one setting!
This song is the story of the time I quit drinking!
Those that know me know that I've never been a heavy drinker anyway….but…..I do like the taste of Jack Daniels and I am a card carrying Tennessee Squire.
My wife Cyndi, on special occasions, makes me this Jack Daniels Cake she invented that is AMAZING!!!!!!
The only thing is, you have to be 21 to eat it! It has a real familiar "burn" going down.
So….we were preparing to play our annual show at the Yuma Prison Run and Cyndi and I decided it would be a good idea to bring a JD cake on the trip for the guys in the band.
We get the bus all packed, spirits are high and Bart starts driving us towards Arizona. It's about 7AM and I decide to break out the cake for a little cake and coffee for breakfast.
I guess I must have had a bigger piece than the other guys and soon I'm feeling pretty good about the trip and the weekend to come. Realizing that it's 5:00 somewhere, me and Steve decide to wash down the cake with a couple of Heinekens….which leads to a couple more Heinekens…..then a couple more……. and somewhere around 8:30 that morning I remembered that I had a brand new bottle of Makers Mark that needed to be christened.
Hey, we're a Rock and Roll War Machine on the road….that's what Rock Bands do…right?
Well, I must have taken a "little nap" cause the next thing I remember it was about noon, we were at the Yuma Fairgrounds and Bart was shaking me awake as a pool of vomit was drying on the front of my shirt and I remember thru a VERY cloudy haze Bart yelling at Steve "WHAT DID YOU DO!"
I'm here to admit, it was all my own fault.
Unfortunately, I was unable to help the guys unload the trucks…set up the gear…or walk, for that matter. It was agreed that I should just "rest" a little while on the bus while they got everything ready.
When it was time for soundcheck, I felt like I'd been hit by the bus and I have no Idea how I got thru it. The guys got me back to the hotel before showtime and I remember being in the shower praying to God that if He would just get me thru the show I would never drink again……Wellllll…..
I got thru the show, by God's grace. I'm sure it was not my most shining performance, I truly don't even remember doing the show but the guys in the band covered for me and we pulled it off.
I woke up the next morning with the most agonizing hangover …….and my esteemed colleagues …did they sympathize?
Hell no, they laughed their asses off.
I thought I was dying…surely no one could feel like I did and live…but after the guys had their fun, Steve-o came to me and imparted these words of wisdom…"Hair of the dog, Sambo, Hair of the dog" and handed me a beer.
In desperation I took it and it actually did help. Tho I still felt like crap, the show the next night went better.
All the way home the next day, the stupidity of what I had done really began to work on me. Not only had I let down the guys in the band, I had let down our fans and the guys that hired us to perform. I remembered my promise from the shower and decided that I would quit drinking at that moment….and did.
I still have a beer from time to time (usually with pizza) but my drinking days are OVER!
What I learned is this:
When you mix a lot of different booze together….it's poison!
It WILL coil up …It WILL bite you ……Rattlesnake Stew!
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