Drinking, Fighting, Fucking and Crying Title

Drinking, Fighting, F*&king, and Crying

Nurture My PigAh drinking. You know, it’s funny – the more often I come back around to each of these categories, the harder it is to find things to write about. I guess that’s because, with the exception of crying, which is pretty universal, two of the other three are pretty much a young man’s game, so to speak (no offense ladies, just throwing this out from my perspective). I mean, I still drink, but I don’t really go out drinking. And even when I do, it’s never like it used to be. And fighting? Well, you learn to avoid that early on or you end up a stain on the sidewalk or an intolerable MMA arsehole. And Fucking, well, that never goes away, but it becomes a more personal thing as you pick a mate and go about getting freaky in a more intimate, long-lasting manner. But drinking… there has to be more stories…

And there are, but I don’t quite have the time to go into them now. So let’s pick a small one, shall we? The first time I heard the Reverend Horton Heat’s Nurture My Pig/Gin & Tonic Blues was… well, I was hammered. It was late – like past Two AM late – and I was with Sonny and Brown drinking. This is maybe 1996 or 1997. We’d finished the beer, went out to the 2:00 AM gas station and bought more beer, and finished that, too. We’d moved on to something unspeakable, something like Sonny’s Dad’s Grand Mariner or some Bacardi neat. And at some point a spliff started working its way around the room. Sonny had this awesome, dim, yellow lighting in his room, so that with enough of a buzz, his room seemed to perpetually exist in the 1970s. I was familiar with a couple of the Reverend’s other albums, but not Full-Custom Gospel Sounds. Someone put it on and the night revved back up. The first side of the record is a total call to arms, a psychobilly fuck you that always taps the gas. The second side though, and the final third especially, devolves into a seriously fucked up sonic experience,  and that’s where I got into a little bit of trouble. Loaded Gun turns the formerly good-time Charlie trip dark, Nurture My Pig comes in with a rally that feels a little bit malevolent, but it’s enough of a pulse-pounder to get your drunk fists pumping and everyone in the room singing along. And then… Gin and Tonic Blues, which is about where the audio left my guts twisting in the wind and I had to run to the bathroom to be sick.

I made it home that night – Sonny’s folks lived two minutes from mine, and the route was through a sleepy little side street. Not a good idea, I know, but that’s what happens when you’re twenty and seemingly impervious. I don’t remember how the night ended, or what happened the next morning, but to this day I still get excited when Nurture My Pig comes on and then nine times out of ten turn the record off within the first few minutes of Gin & Tonic Blues.

 

Shawn C Baker

Shawn C Baker

Shawn lives in Los Angeles where he co-hosts Drinking w/ Comics, writes screenplays and fiction and has been known to drink quite a bit of beer. Good beer.

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