Telling story about a band is not easy. It’s often schematic. A few guitars, drums, a contrabass and someone behind a microphone. Screaming amplifiers, enough alcohol and dancing girls. Ideally, pretty girls and the more the better. Shining spotlights illuminate the stage. The audience roars. What more could one wish? Perhaps a Pink Cadillac! Rock and roll is music. Rock and roll is a lifestyle! Rock and roll is rebellion! Rock and roll is immortal! Rock and roll is that feeling! I’m rock and roll!
This was clear for all five of us. The constituent meeting of the band was in the Black Eagle. /As in Hermann Hesse’s Steppenwolf /. Beers, cigarettes, more beers, cigars ... the name is important! More beers, more cigarettes, the first female fans! Mr. Psycho & The Dark Angels! An infinite number of so-called “last” drinks at the bar. Dark, dark and crazy silence.
We all have our own backgrounds. The First, as a boy, faithfully attended music school where he learned to play the accordion. Later, as an adult, he returned to the same institution and drilled drums for change to fulfill his childhood dream. Ironically, without any experience in playing in a band, he accepted an offer to play at a friend’s 40th, which earned him an invitation to the opening session in the Black Eagle.
The Second suffered from nostalgia. The celebration of his birthday was close and his musical micro-world was standing on the sidelines. What happened? He used to play guitar with his mates from an early age. Folk, big beat, even jazz, but he finally remained in alternative music. Guitar and friends - all the time. He finally settled down and was happy. But now suddenly there was a long uninterrupted silence and he felt that he inherently needed to fire up the tubes in his vintage Twin and strike the strings. Big bada boom!
Mr Third and his double bass. Jazz standards, but he also flew underground. Drunk and left beers, a snowboard and snowy hills. He met The Second when he replaced Mr Fourth in one of their common bands. Somehow it all got entangled, but I said that telling a story about a band is not easy. Mr Third came to the Black Eagle last. They shook hands with Mr First and clinked their glasses filled with quality beer.
Rock and roll is pose. Rock and roll is image. Rock and roll is sometimes pretty nasty and obscene. Rock and roll is an unbelievable desire to escape the mundane and fly. Fly like an angel, or at least fall, but from a decent height, so that the fall lasts forever. Rock and roll is riding in the clouds.
This feeling was deeply rooted in our hearts and it was extremely pleasant to yield to the alluring rhythm. Anyway, we all signed on a long time ago. Somewhere in the South, once in the last century, at the same crossroads as Robert Johnson and after that an infinite pleiad of rock and roll eccentrics possessed by the devil’s music.
Mr Fourth used to rub his bow for many years and regularly trained on the violin in great self-denial because he was obsessed with music and also loved it infinitely. He could not live without it, although it occasionally caused him trouble. All this, however, was insignificant and petty compared to the pleasure it brought him. Thanks to that obsession he later found a new love - a thick electro-acoustic guitar. Mr Fourth arrived at the session first. He lit one of the cigars carefully stored in a decorative box, exhaled a column of smoke and waited for what was to come. It was his idea to set up a rock and roll band. In a swirl of fragrant and acrid smoke, he enjoyed the moment when his dream began to transform into the reality perceived by people.
And what about me? Someone must stay behind the microphone. The back room of the “Hesse”-like pub. The stage is lit with small spotlights, a room decorated with carved pumpkin lanterns in the shape of heads. The 2011Halloween Party. The first performance of the band is close. From the moment we met at the table full of glasses, cups and ashtrays several months have now passed. The time spent on practising , selecting a repertoire, building something we all love and believe in. The idea has begun to be fulfilled. The audience is impatient, the band is nervous. But the girls are nice, the beer is in a flowing stream and the band is playing. ROCK AND ROLL sounds from the speakers!!! And what more could one wish? Perhaps a Pink Cadillac.
Telling a story about a band is not easy, but someone must stay behind the microphone. So, drums – Rockabilly Dani Bolčo, accompanying guitar – the always charming Žo Šárga Fehér, double bass – Los Vampiros Laci Kačáni and the dictator of lead rockabilly guitar - Cino-Chet Laco Svetlík. This is our story. In fact only the beginning of the story. If you are wondering how the story continues, please come. Mr Psycho and The Dark Angels heartily invite you to see our rock and roll, rockabilly and psychobilly show. My name is Oskar Szabó but call me simply – Mr Psycho. See you soon.
Finally all the pieces of the puzzle fit together. Rock and roll is Tao. Rock and roll is the way. We are on the way. And where are you?
Look, phone me! Maybe Mr Psycho & The Dark Angels will come to your place. So, get in touch with me. Hail, hail, rock and roll!!!