I can't begin to tell you how it all began. I was visiting my girlfriend, Alexia Sabor, in Chicago ... it was 1986, and I saw a flier glued to a telephone pole.
"The Jazz Butcher," I laughed at the name. I new nothing about them... nothing.
A few weeks later, I had driven to Chi-town again to see Alexia. We had nothing to do, and she said that band I kept mentioning was playing that very night.
It was at the Metro. We watched from the balcony ... and I was hooked. Shortly after I bought my first LP, Scandel in Bohemia... many more followed.
By '88 I had moved to Chicago, but there was no more Alexia... she had dumped me and married the guy she left me for. But, on the positive side, I caught JBC at the Cubby Bear! Another spur of the moment event. My roommate and I were shopping for BIG BLACK records when we saw a sign that TJBC was playing down the street... the show had started. We ran as fast as we could, and didn't miss a JB song! God must have wanted me to be a Jazz Butcher fan... because the coincidences are too hard to phantom!
Because I drank too much and took too many drugs... and failed to get a suitable job... I managed to get kicked out of 2 apartments, I quit school and move back to Peoria.
But all was not lost. I turned my friend Torry on to TJBC and we spent the next 5 years drinking, getting drunk, watching his gold fish, toasting, listening to and singing Jazz Butcher tunes.
"I don't wait 'til I'm sober, 'til I get drunk again," "I just want to drink 'til I can't see..." etc... "I've got a mind like a playground..."
Oh, these were the anthems of a 20 year old boy!
We relished in the rights of passage the Jazz Butcher initiated us through.
I'm pushing 35 now, but I still dig out those old vinyl (glasss)LP's and think about all those wonderful memories... too many to tell you about.
But I will tell, they sure do make me smile.
God Bless, the Jazz Butcher!