This is a favorite recording of mine. The other guys in Skurj like it too since it contains our friend Mike Ruddnick acting like a big shot and it has me getting my balls busted.
Ruddnick had been helping us try to get gigs around Baltimore at the time. We appreciated the help, but Mike had gotten us a gig on Superbowl Sunday at the Ottobar. It was great, but it was Superbowl Sunday. Superbowl Sunday is a holy day for Skurj. It is the one time of year we get together and we do not make music. No one wanted to do it. Who would come see us on Superbowl Sunday?
Mike heard this and automatically blamed me. He called and left this incredible answering machine message. After getting over my initial anger, I sat down and put some music to the message. Later that year we did play an Ottobar gig that Mike got us. That night is a story in itself. Imagine Skurj in an episode of “The Wire”.
Anyway, all of the stuff in the intro of the track was actually on my answering machine. Some weird Indian guy had been mistakenly calling my number and leaving messages that week. Dan, Malcolm and my Mom even makes a cameos…
The above picture is from a gig Ruddnick did not get us. I have no idea who the bald guy is. Thanks to Melinda for finding this pic.
Hey Mike my head is not up my ass.
