Kim played like a man possessed on the second day of rehearsal, and it is clear that he understands what is at stake. After spending twenty years playing with a beach band who rehashed the same song set countless times, my brother now has to learn another song list that is vastly different from what he did for two decades. “I spent all week going over these songs and trying to get a handle on them, but damn, Scragg, some of this stuff is brutal,” he pleaded. “Just learn them,” I replied. “I’m trying.” “Try harder.” “I’m good, Scragg.” “Good, that’s what I want to hear.”
Blake arrived back at the farm with the girls, and I then prepared dinner. I fixed tuna sandwiches with cheese and avocado, which didn’t sound all that appetizing to me, but Blake found the recipe online and wanted to give it a try. To my surprise, it was good and healthy to boot. Kim, who also was wary of the sandwich, said that it was delicious. Rory, who is always up for a free meal, said it was tasty. Blake and the girls loved it, especially Caroline, who reminded me that I still need to watch what I eat. “Please, I get that enough,” I replied. “And you’re going to get more of it,” she fired back. “Yeah, Scragg, you need to stop eating road kill,” my brother chimed in. “You’re right, that’s your staple,” I countered, which pissed Kim off. “I knew you’d come back with that after I said it,” he replied.
Robin and Farley then stopped by the house and asked if we wanted to listen to the new Cool Daddy-O album, which made Blake wince. Since it was Robin doing the asking, I told her to put the CD in the player and then get a sandwich. A few seconds later, the sound of crunching guitars, thundering drums, and pounding bass came blaring through the speakers. Blake gave me a look of horror as “Hell from the River” played with full throttle fury. “Broken Toys” “Avalanche” “Left for Dead” “Call of the Mild” “Murder of the Mind” “Offal” “Con in a Three-Piece Suit” “Out There” and “No Hand to Play” provided no respite from the sonic onslaught that left Blake rattled. “Man, you guys, cut loose, but that’s good. I can see Blake and her ilk flocking to your shows,” Rory said. Farley laughed and said that this album probably wouldn’t expand his female fan base. “What female fan base,” I asked. “Well, I don’t expect to see any more than usual at my shows,” my son-in-law clarified. “So the same two or three will still be there?” “Daddy!” “All kidding aside, it’s a grat rocking album that’ll be a hit in concert. Good job, Farley,” I said. Kim and Rory said the same. Caroline praised the band’s unrelenting attack and superior musicianship.
Blake just sat motionless not knowing what to say.
“Come on, Blake, you’re going to be at some of Farley’s shows with your jeans, tee-shirt, and tough girl attitude,” Rory joked. Blake gave me a mortified look that was hilarious. “Oh yeah, the Phillip Agee Band will be joining us on the next tour. They’re recording their album and from what I heard so far, it rocks,” Farley said before pulling up a video of Phillip and the guys playing in a bar in Ohio. “Listen to them,” my son-in-law said in an excited tone. The blistering guitar was awesome, but it grated my wife’s nerves, and I thought she might lose it.
Blake will never be a rocker.
After they had eaten, Robina and Farley went to their house. Blake looked at me and said that Cool Daddy-O get more obnoxious with each album. “Sweetie, it’snot your thing,” I replied. “Elmer, they’re loud.” “Yes.” “I can’t wait to see them live,” I replied. “Elmer, leave me out of that.” “No, they’re family, Sweetie, so we have to go.” “Elmer!”
My nephew and son-in-law have turned it up a notch–and I love it.