When I was a young chap dancing around the downtown area, I witnessed great bands. I saw The Symptoms. I saw City Lights. I saw this Hercules character. I also saw a band called Fletcher.
Fletcher was a Christian band, maybe? They once had a member named Drew Mellon. Gone? They turned secular? Right? Sold out? Of course?
Yes. No longer is the Bible being toted. Parliament Lights and PBR's floating around the backstage like a sea of dead fishes struck by a fish stunner.
Money is an issue don't grab a tissue.
These men left the altar and proceeded to entertain their bank accounts. Visualize a venue that does not allow cigarette smoking. This is pre-Smoking Ban here in Jackson.
I was at a concert several years ago at W.C. Dons and was chastised for smoking a cigarette. The madame asked me to put it out. My hand bore the wound. Too much God in the building.
Years later, Colour Revolt (British grammar) formed and had smigs shooting out of their mouths, smoke a blazin', tight jeans a sparring, large outdoor festivals a groomin'.
This was the future. And Jesus Christ was nowhere to be found. No more is the original concept. It is based on the Benjamin. Welcome to the new scene.
Gone is Fletcher, The Symptoms, Your Name Here. We now see local Jackson bands scrambling around the nation trying to imprint their sound into the skulls of the vigilante youth.
One man remained. His name is Misha Hercules. He has art. Buy it. He stayed true to the Jackson nature. The rest? Busy expanding. Forget them.
Obviously, Jackson was not enough.
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