Skyrocket in flight!  Afternoon Delight!

I wrote about this band once before.  They don’t really need the press but I want to re-iterate just what a great cover band they are.  The better the camera I have when I shoot, the better they look.  Could it be the same way with their sound.  I spent a lot of time speaking to a special fan of the band.  This conversation led me to believe even more in this pre-apocalyptic good time band that makes you forget that Jesus and his ilk are coming soon to smite us and leave us with the unfaithful to party until the lights go out.

I paid my $10.00 cover, having completely pissed the owner of the bar off previously by vociferously demeaning the possible sexual orientation of a band that played the week before,  (A band which by the way had many a great looking cougar standing in rapt orgasm.  Hello Ecstasy!!!!)  I slipped and fell on the oozie floor!  I paid my tab and enjoyed the results.  But enough about me and the beautiful older succubi.

“This is a song for my mother and the boy she raised”.   Not quite actually.  This is a siren about the band SKYROCKET.  These people love what they do.  I can not say it enough.  The attention to detail staggers the imagination.   I have played cover songs in my own band for 27 years.  I always try to make them my own.  This is a lazy stoner’s way of saying I can’t do it like they do it on the album.  These songs from Skyrocket sound like they came straight from am radio back when Star Trek was a new fanagled show, and my man Lester Bangs was railing against this feel good music in the pages of Rolling Stone and Cream magazines.  This was the soundtrack of my childhood.  Back when the public parks had slides that were twenty feet tall and and my parents thought it was ok to bring a Styrofoam cooler full of booze to a church school activity.  Back in the day when John Denver had a variety show and Saturday morning cartoons were educational.

So I wish to say that this band should be seen, if for no other reason than they will make you think.  That is so long as you were old enough to vote in 1990.  If you are younger than that, go check them out because this is the music your parents were listening to when they conceived you.  Dig?

Arnold Wells

Go Fight Win!  Dig yourself, because if you don’t no one will.

See some music, and enhance your mind.  Support the artists of this “The Live Music Capitol of the World”.