We got a date to, uh, cut your head, uh, OFF!!!
Just got word from a MySpace bulletin by the psychotically awesome Deadbolt that Hasil Adkins has been hospitalized after being hit by a four wheeler. Those of you who know who Mr. Adkins is know what a bummer this is. For you unfortunate souls who don't, Hasil (or "The Haze") is a one-man rockabilly band from deep in the heart of West Virginia who's been singing songs about hot dogs, serial killers, and the moon since the '50s. In addition to being a legend in outsider music circles, he's universally considered to be the godfather of psychobilly; The Cramps do an amazing cover of his song "She Said." If you find yourself intrigued, I suggest starting out with his legendary decapitation cycle: "No More Hot Dogs," "We Got a Date," and "I Need Your Head (...This Ain't No Rock 'n' Roll Show)." (That first one might ring a bell-- it's the song I used the "shout-out" space on my yearbook page to plug).
Below is the bulletin from Deadbolt's list; I recommend it, both because it gives a more comprehensive account of what happened than I could ever hope to, and because a news bulletin of this sort written by Deadbolt is an experience in itself.
"Hasil's ok
you're not gonna believe this though
some fuckin kid up in west virginia was out fuckin rampaging or i don't know what the fuck kind of bullshit he was fuckin doin
anyway
Hasil was not feeling well
he went outside to feed his puppies and sat down on the top step to his trailer to pet them for a minute
this little fucking shit came around the bushes on his four wheeler fucking full throttle and fucking reared up and fucking hit him on purpose on the steps and fucking rode off
fucked him up good
Hasil flew about 6 feet and hit the ground
took him like 10 minutes to get up and another 5 to crawl into the trailer
then the little fucker went a few miles down and caught someone else walking down a gravel road and swerved over and reared up and hit them!
they got the fucker
Hasil says he hopes they only keep him for 5 years and he learns his lesson and can still have a chance
i hope they beat the fucking shit out of him myself
alright, so look
Hasil's address is
Hasil Adkins
p.o. box 668
Madison, WV, 25130
send him something, ok?"
I really hope he's alright; we've lost some kickass people this year, but the Haze would take the cake.
Below is the bulletin from Deadbolt's list; I recommend it, both because it gives a more comprehensive account of what happened than I could ever hope to, and because a news bulletin of this sort written by Deadbolt is an experience in itself.
"Hasil's ok
you're not gonna believe this though
some fuckin kid up in west virginia was out fuckin rampaging or i don't know what the fuck kind of bullshit he was fuckin doin
anyway
Hasil was not feeling well
he went outside to feed his puppies and sat down on the top step to his trailer to pet them for a minute
this little fucking shit came around the bushes on his four wheeler fucking full throttle and fucking reared up and fucking hit him on purpose on the steps and fucking rode off
fucked him up good
Hasil flew about 6 feet and hit the ground
took him like 10 minutes to get up and another 5 to crawl into the trailer
then the little fucker went a few miles down and caught someone else walking down a gravel road and swerved over and reared up and hit them!
they got the fucker
Hasil says he hopes they only keep him for 5 years and he learns his lesson and can still have a chance
i hope they beat the fucking shit out of him myself
alright, so look
Hasil's address is
Hasil Adkins
p.o. box 668
Madison, WV, 25130
send him something, ok?"
I really hope he's alright; we've lost some kickass people this year, but the Haze would take the cake.