This week’s tune comes from a band that flew mostly under the radar in the 1990s – Tempe, Arizona’s own The Refreshments. Although they didn’t find much in the way of fame, the tune “Banditos” from their 1996 debut LP, Fizzy Fuzzy Big & Buzzy is still easy to find on iTunes and/or Spotify.
So just how far down do you wanna go
We could talk it out over a cup of Joe
And you can look deep in my eyes
Like I was a super-model
It’s been kind of hard to be thankful given the year we’ve been forced to endure. I try to remain a “chin up” in spite of viruses, extremely limited contact with close friends and family, the passing of musical heroes, etc. Each time I feel myself wanting to make a run to the most remote, obscure location I can imagine, I remind myself of the people standing in line at the food bank, others who’ve been told not to come back to work until further notice or not at all. However, the one that really rockets me back to “hey buddy, you’ve got it pretty darn good,” is remembering I have a friend I love like a brother who is battling a disease that continues to give him the worst prognoses. And I’ve yet to see or hear him feel sorry for himself.
Well, it's just you and me baby
No one else we can trust
We'll say nothin' to no one
No how or we'll bust
Never crack a smile or flinch or cry
Ben Jones has held down the other side of the stage with me for better than 20 years. He has a voice that’s pitch-perfect and, along with Joey Odom, make up the tightest rhythm section I will undoubtedly ever have the good fortune to make music with. So, aside from the obvious (e.g. family, health, work, etc.) and in spite of the fact that “life” has gotten in the way for almost two years, this Thanksgiving, I’m thankful for my band.
We have logged literally thousands of miles together and tried to entertain twice as many people. Through it it all, I’ve been the uptight, worry-about-the-small-things open nerve in the outfit. Thankfully, they both see that in me. Jonesy has always been the eternal optimist, always quick to give me a “nah man, it’s gonna be great!” And Joey? Well, years ago he said what might be the most epic thing my ears have ever heard.
“It ain’t gotta be hard, man. It’s just rock ‘n roll.”
So give you ID card to the border guard
Your alias says you Captain Jean-Luc Picard
Of the United Federation of Planets
'Cause they won't speak English any ways
We'll put the sugar in the tank of the sheriff's car
We'll slash the deputy's tires
They won't get very far
When they finally get the word that there's been a hold-up
They, along with the music we make, keep me centered and have helped me scratch an itch that only other musicians understand. Our wives understand it. When I become unintentionally short or cranky and my wife enters the room and matter-of-factly asks “umm, do you have a gig this weekend??” I know exactly what she means. Translation: you need to get outta here and scratch that itch and get “right” again.
Everybody knows that the world is full of stupid people
So meet me at the mission at midnight
We'll divy up there
But everybody knows that the world is full of stupid people
Well, I got the pistol
So I get the Pesos
Yeah that seems fair
I am thankful beyond measure for those guys. My boys. My brothers. The 6550’s will rock and roll again and Jonesy will beat cancer. It will happen.
Yeah, that seems fair.
When he’s not rocking his socks off, Wes Brooks spends his days as the Development Coordinator at the DuBard School for Language Disorders at The University of Southern Mississippi.