I’d also like to give props to Linda and Roy Davis who caught is McKinney at Hank’s Texas Grill. These are some really great folks who travel around and catch us in different towns at different venues. Here are some photos taken by Linda that night. Thanks Linda for taking the time to send these to us and hopefully we’ll run into you again soon as well!

Hope everybody enjoys these photos and stay tuned right here for more updates from the road and pictures of our adventures. Take care now, and we’ll talk soon…

- Dodds

Showing some love to my good pal and fellow drummer Chad Gruver. Chad plays drums for fellow labelmate John Christopher Davis and came out and played with me on the last few tunes of our 2nd set at Hank’s!

Dennis - feeling it in a big way!

Rocking the night away - both onstage and on the dance floor…

Smilin’ and hammering it down in the cavernous corner!

Kevin - leadin’ the crowd with a ghoulish look…

Laughing and having a blast…

Chris “I-Eat-Guys-Bigger’n-You-For-Lunch” Rhoades…

WE WIN!!!

Well, I can’t even try to pick up where I left off because it was so long ago that I last posted a blog. So, I guess I’ll just start fresh. The most recent adventure I have to report about is our trip across the Atlantic back to Zurich, Switzerland for the better part of a week. We left Tuesday morning, Oct. 9, arrived in Zurich on Wednesday morning and had the rest of the day off to decompress after a rather lengthy 10 hr. flight. After resting throughout the afternoon, we all ventured out into the evening air to see parts of Zurich that we had either missed or neglected on previous trips. Dennis, Rhoades, Kevin and Elena, and Denny and Ginger were all there and we spent a few hours together running around town. The air was much cooler there than it was back in Texas when we left the day before. We stopped at a little bar with not much space, but a lot of vibe. As you may well imagine, everything in Zurich is more expensive than it is back here in Texas (or maybe it just seems that way since the currency is so colorful… it’s easier to spend “play” money than it is to spend American currency back in the states…) At some point in time we all wound up back at the hotel and Dennis, Rhoades, and I hadn’t had our fill of the city in just a couple of hours. We decided to walk into an area where we suspected there might be some nightlife. We were right. After running around in the streets for awhile that first night in Zurich, we stumbled upon an American Harley bar — “Le Cactus” — and Rhoades couldn’t help but be attracted to it. (He blames it on his midwest/working class upbringing.) A really nice gal named “Flower” met us from behind the bar and after a few language stabs, settled on English. (As if we could speak anything else… stupid Americans!) We talked with her for a bit and enjoyed a few drafts when we met a colorful character named Richard who seemed nice enough (even if some of the crazy things that came out of his mouth were a little creepy). After trying to convince us that we needed to go with him to experience a great time in Zurich, we were pretty well sure we wanted nothing to do with that and Flower called him a cab and sent him on his way. Being the mature adults and responsible citizens we are, we decided to turn in early and head back to the hotel at a decent hour.

No wait…

Nope, that’s not how it went at all…

Oh yeah!

As it turns out, we stayed out ’til way past stoopid o’clock and missed the last tram back to the hotel. Oh well, what better part of Zurich to experience than that of the folks running around in the streets at all hours of the night. It was awesome! Although completely lost, we met a really nice guy named Matt (who had been a barfly all night at Le Cactus) and he volunteered to walk us back to our hotel. We wound up inviting him up to hang out for awhile longer and when Flower showed up, we wound up staying up all night long! New pals in Zurich and no rest for the weary! (or the stoopid!) Apparently the walls in this Suisse hotel are not nearly as soundproof as our American counterparts and we disturbed our neighbors.

All night long.

All of them.

As in, the entire floor. Now the saddest part of this is that we did nothing but sit around and talk all night long about all kinds of stuff. We loaded ‘em up with CD’s and had a merry time. It’s a good thing too, because Dennis and I have been known to bust out into a wrestling match with anybody who’s brave enough to take us on. I can only imagine how popular we would have been after a night of American wrestling… We nearly got ourselves kicked out of the hotel the next morning and had to promise the folks running the place that we’d shut up or else we were to find oursleves back in the streets. Oops! After sleeping in the next morning, we found we weren’t as bright and bushy tailed as we had been the night before and I personally didn’t do much of anything all that day (Thursday) before the show. I’m not sure if Dennis and Rhoades ventured out or not.

We had to be to the venue by about 4:00 or so that afternoon to setup and soundcheck before dinner. That first night’s performance was a lot of fun. The crowd on Thursday was considerably smaller than the crowds we’d have out for the next couple of nights, but they were certainly appreciative none the less. Seems like working in Europe is way easier since we don’t have to play nearly as long when we’re there. We certainly felt at home though. Matt and Jennifer Mosley showed up from Aberdeen, Scotland. Matt has been a long time fan of ours who used to come out to see us in Houston a lot before he moved with his lovely wife to the land of haggas, bagpipes, kilts, and the home of the caber toss. Jennifer insists that her husband is our “stalker”, but I like to think of him as our “hooligan”, and this was simply an away game for him… (Okay, whatever, just play along with me here…) It was good to see them both again and after two quick 45 minute sets, we were finished! (ROCK!) We didn’t waste anytime getting out of there either before heading back to the hotel and then venturing out once again down to our new haunt - Le Cactus. Once back at our bar, we were met at the door with the sound of our music playing over the loud speakers — and visions of oursleves on their TV. We had given Flower a copy of the DVD and she was playing it that night. Pretty cool. Reudi Hoffman, the bar owner, met us that night and was really cool to us. It was good to talk with him and feel welcome while we were so many miles away from home. Kevin and Elena joined us on this night’s adventure and helped us to close the place down for a second night in a row. Our previous night’s scout, Matt, was hanging around again and we all set off from Le Cactus afterhours to see what Zurich had left in store for us. After stopping in at another little place and conversing with some locals, I decided I’d had enough of our brand of tomfoolery and decided to head out on my own. I wanted to see Zurich at 4:00 am all by myself and see if I could make it home by my lonesome. What an awesome adventure that was. All by myself in Zurich in the middle of the night. (Well, not ALL by myself, there were lots of other folks out at that hour, most of whom I couldn’t understand due to the fact that I don’t speak any German…) I made it back to my room and once the rest of the gang caught up with me, we wound up staying up throughout the rest of the night where Dennis came to a keen observation… “I don’t know why we even have hotel rooms - It’s not like we ever use them…” That was really funny and would prove true throughout the rest of this trip.

The next day found us all sleeping in late again and not doing much until it was time for us to go back to work. It’s pretty easy to keep from feeling jetlagged when you tour the way Two Tons does in Zurich. See, the time change is 7 hours ahead over there and if you just stay up all night and don’t try to get any sleep until 7:00 am, it’s just like going to bed at midnight back home. Sleeping ’til 2:30 or 3:00 pm is like getting up at 7:30 or 8:00 am back home… That’s respectable, no? Well, that’s how I justified it anyway. Friday night’s performance brought Matt and Jennifer Mosley back out for his second away game of the three game tournament weekend. We invited our Suisse scout Matt, and our favorite bartender, Flower, out to the show on Friday. They hung out with Matt and Jennifer, and by the end of the night we had a pretty big entourage of Texans looking to have a good time in Switzerland! Even on her night off, Flower was really gracious in taking us all back down to Le Cactus (Matt and Jennifer had yet to have experienced all that Le Cactus had to offer), and we all had a great time playing the “Hammer” game. Reudi has a giant tree trunk about 3 feet wide and about 3 1/2 feet tall, and a tiny hammer that has a blunt face on one side and tapers to a thin edge on the other. The object is to hammer a 16 penny nail all the way into the top of the trunk using the thin edge of the hammer. This is hard enough using the thin side of the hammer — but you can’t really aim either. (Did I mention that?) You have to hold the head of the hammer against the side of the trunk and then swing it up and back down quickly to hit the head of the nail. I insisted to Flower that I was going to kick her butt (I’m such a proud Texan), but as it turns out, she was a Romanian pro. She’s obviously had lots of practice at this game because I didn’t fare so well. (I can just hear all my kids now, “Dad, you got beat by a GIRL!!!”) After closing Le Cactus down (once more), we all walked back to the hotel and fell asleep just before the sun came up.

Saturday morning came and went as I slept in and found only Rhoades in the hotel that afternoon. Dennis had ventured out with Denny and Ginger and eventually met up with Kevin and Elena for some Suisse sightseeing. Rhoades and I headed out for our own adventure and a little rhythm section bonding (No wait - did I say that out loud? Forget I said that…) Anyhow, we had a lot of fun walking around town and saw a lot of cool things that afternoon. We eventually stopped for a kebab (which was some of the best food I ate on the whole trip!) We were looking for street vendors, and that was as close as we got. After a short rest, we all found ourselves back together ready to rock our Suisse fans for one last night. Our last show of the trip was our best (in my opinion) and we really lit it up onstage that night. Matt and Jennifer were there for the third and final away game and Matt, starting to look pretty haggard at this point, made the observation that “flying from Scotland to see Two Tons in Switzerland may have seemed like a good idea at the time, but in all actuality was sorta’ like flying from Houston to Canada” to see us perform. None the less, it was good to have a couple of Texans with us on the trip to make us feel at home. After Saturday night’s performance we hustled back down to Le Cactus to say our goodbyes to Reudi and Flower. Our scout, Matt, wasn’t around on Saturday. Seems he actually has to work… bummer… Rhoades and I were treated to a thrilling ride down to the joint with our new pals Matthius and ???. These are some rockabilly fans who were really cool and gracious enough to give us a lift from the venue straight down to Le Cactus. We all enjoyed a few more rounds of the “Hammer” game before calling it a night. Matthius and ??? were kind enough to take Kevin and Elena back to the hotel while Flower, Rhoades, and I walked home. Rhoades made a good friend on the street that night and even with the language barrier, both were able to communicate with the other what they were saying. It was pretty cool to see. Sometimes Rhoades acts big and tough, but as it turns out — he is… We came strolling into the hotel lobby right as the opening band from Holland was meeting to leave to fly back home at around 6:00 am. That was pretty funny. They must have thought we were pretty crazy after hearing about us nearly getting kicked out of the hotel, Rhoades’s stories about Texas, and then seeing us come home after being out all night long… You only live once, right? Why prolong it? I packed my stuff quick and had just enough time to get back down to meet the gang for our ride to the airport so we could fly out on Sunday morning. An 11 1/2 hr flight back home is almost bearable when you stay up all night the night before — you just sleep the whole time. And as it turns out, my theory on staying on Texas time didn’t work out quite like I had hoped. When we landed in Texas, I just felt like I had been beat up. (I’m a total rockstar, don’t cha’ know?) Our trip was a total success and if the good Lord’s willin’ and the creeks don’t rise, it looks like we’ll be back in Zurich in February of 2009. Thanks to all who came out to support us and especially to Matt and Jennifer Mosley for flying halfway around the world from halfway around the world to see us win it in overtime. A very special thanks to Mathius, ???, to our Suisse scout, Matt, to Reudi, and especially to Flower, who was so kind to all of us while we were there and making sure we were taken good care of. Hopefully we’ll see you all again someday soon.

Well, kids, that’s the trip as I experienced it. It was a lot of fun, and I think I’m finally caught up on my sleep. Er.. I never really got off of Texas time… or did I? In any case, things are back to normal and this may be the first trip in a long time where Crystal hasn’t called to tell me that one of the kids burned up in the fireplace or hurt themselves jumping off the roof… Stay tuned to the site for upcoming dates and check back here soon for my latest skewed take on all things Two Tons and don’t be a stranger - come say hello! We’ll talk again soon…

- Doddsy

Hey friends, it’s been awhile since I’ve posted and I’ve got plenty of pics to share. I’ve just been too busy (busy = lazy) to get off my duff and post them. This however was quick and painless, so I thought I’d share this with those of you who may never see this in print (and direct you to their site - for those who feel so led to surf there… ) We made the cover of the July issue of “Hill Country Happenings” magazine, and I’m pretty impressed with the way the photo looks on this cover. Seems like I may have seen this pic before, but I don’t even remember anymore. I believe this photo was taken by our good friend Anna Marie (from right in front of the stage), right after the last chord was played (probably to Buddy Holly’s “Not Fade Away”), at Billy Bob’s in Marne la Valle, just outside of Paris, France. (Congrats Tony and Eva?!) I believe this pic is a couple of years old, but I think it really looks sharp. Thanks to another one of my great friends, Kirk Scott, for mailing me the magazine (otherwise I would never have known about it!)

To check these folks out online, just click on the photo and it will redirect you to their website. Once there, click on the photo to view the magazine in .pdf format. There’s not an interview or an article or anything so much, but there is a small blurb about us playing The House Pasture Restaurant in Concan on July 28th. It’s always flattering to be included in a magazine for any reason, and even cooler when featured on the cover. (Thanks again guys, for the cover photo!) Everybody stop in there and check out the blurb about us towards the bottom of page 3!

Thanks everybody for checking in here, and come back soon - with so many new photos of us all, I’ve got lots more to say and much more for everybody to see from our journeys down the many roads we travel and the myriad dancehalls we’ve played. June was a great month (with 19 dates played), and July and August will be great as well. I’ll be posting some new pics soon in another blog entry for your visual consumption. ‘Til then, hopefully we’ll see you out somewhere, and you can certainly bet that we’ll talk again soon…

- Dodds

Scene of local San Antonio rowdies partying atop I-37 S after the Spurs swept the Cleveland Cavaliers to win their fourth NBA championship title in 9 years.

Okay, so while it’s probably not all that important in the grand scheme of things, our very own San Antonio Spurs won their fourth NBA championship title last night and the entire city went wild.

Canon shows his enthusiasm for the Spurs game 4 win by shouting out the window like an absolute boob. (Dat’s my boy!!)

I didn’t think to get out in the middle of the craziness after their first championship win in 1999, but after every other championship win I’ve gathered up my family and driven into the heart of downtown to show our appreciation for our Spurs (along with countless other San Antonio residents) by blowing on our horns with doors wide open, music blaring, shouting as loudly as we possibly can with our kids all but falling out of every open window and door - all while driving at a slow but continuous pace over the tops of the downtown freeways.

Scene of the tom-foolery of fellow locals gettin’ their party on downtown.

I mean really, what says “We appreciate our Spurs” more than driving around town like complete idiots? It beats looting and burning parked cars though. God bless the U.S.A., and God bless you, S.A. Be safe out there everybody and we’ll talk again soon…

- Dodds