|Why I Hate Florida
||[Jun. 2nd, 2004|10:28 pm]
The World of HATE
|||||The Jody Grind - Hands Of June||]|
Yes, there's Katherine Harris and her election-fraud-in-freaky-pancake-makeup thing. Yes, there's Jeb. There's those freaky cockroaches which run towards the light instead of away from it. Yes, there's...well, so many reasons. I'm going to airlift my sister out and then nuke the whole God-forsaken state. But all that's not why I hate Florida right now.
I hate Florida because of The Jody Grind.
Now, I don't hate The Jody Grind. I love The Jody Grind. It's hard to express how much I love that band. I have to thank vicious_wench for introducing me to their music more than a decade ago.
Their second album, Lefty's Deceiver, is an absolute masterpiece. They had Kelly Hogan, of some note in alt.country circles, on vocals, backed up by sparse electric guitar, acoustic bass, and drums. It's really hard to pick any one track as definitive, but my favorite might be Rickie (mp3, 3.5MB). The Jody Grind were a band that knew how to end a song. Some artists just kind of dick around with the chorus for awhile until they get tired of the song and tell the producer to press the stop button (some of Bob Mould's songs come to mind here). Rickie ends the way a song should, winding you up and getting you ready to hit rewind to do it all again. Put it in a car and play it really, really loud while driving too fast somewhere beautiful with all the windows open. It's enough to give you chills.
Unfortunately, they're no longer around. One night, while touring in Florida, the bass player and drummer took off after a gig to drive halfway across the state at night to attend a church service, of all things, the next morning. Coming over the crest of a hill, the driver of a VW bus coming in the opposite direction had had a little too much too drink and had fallen asleep at the wheel and drifted into the oncoming lane. As is somehow the way with these things, despite the head on collision at a relative velocity of probably 140MPH, the sleeping driver was fine, while the bass player and drummer were dead. The driver got off with something ludicrously light, like community service and a couple of years probation. . Kelly Hogan and Bill Taft (the guitar player) tried to continue making music together but it was too dark and painful to continue, so two albums are all that remain.
I hate Florida.
I HATE Florida.
 Don't pay attention to Amazon's listed release date. The CD doesn't have a date on it that I can find, but we were listening to it in 1992.
 The details were taken from an interview with Kelly Hogan which has unfortunately disappeared from the web since the time I bookmarked it. I'm still trying to track it down.