Country Dick Montana: Entertainer. It's how his passport reads, not
"musician" or "artist". Entertainer, as in Tom Jones, Liberace, and of
course, Dean Martin. It's what he lived for, to command a room from the
edge of the stage, or atop a mahogany bar. To transport the crowd from
their work day hassles and worries into his big, scary, beautiful rock and
roll dreamland for an hour each night. He did it too. He pulled it off
night after night for fifteen years. I know 'cause I was there. This
collection of songs tells a story very much like a night on the town with
Dick. Fun, adventure, depravity, insanity, and a reassuring deliverance
from the depths. We made it! We're alright! Just a little hung over.
This is Dick's recording. He made it. He chose the songs and the
musicians. He ran the production and the mixing and conceptualized the art
work and now it's done.
Nothin' left but for us to be entertained.
Nixon on Montana: He was my dementor (demented mentor) * He sold tunes he
didn't own to a record company! * He would lay on his back and drink a beer
like a bear using only his feet. * Confused his bookie with his bookkeeper.
* Never paid for a beer in his life... Rock and roll ain't dead. The great
American wild frontier, Davy Crockett, living legend fuck you "up tight
blue bellied christians", rantin' and ravin', psycho on the edge of town
will never die! You can kill the body, but the spirit just jumps into the
next fearless nutt job. Country Dick lost 20 years of this life being that
nutt job. He didn't care, he did exactly what he wanted to do. He traded
longevity for FREEDOM. He was happy he got to stand at the vortex for a
Now swashbuckle forth with manly comportment and make Dick proud. Let the drinkin' begin!
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