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We Gotta Go Now Dennis A. Blackledge |
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Windholme Press |
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The story of the Mojo Hands is the story of Rock ‘n Roll itself. In many ways they are Everyband. They were an accident waiting to happen. A garage band traveling so fast that it slammed into itself on The Highway of Dreams. A run for the roses, yielding mostly thorns. They had the big attitude without the big contract. The Mojo Hands were blues punks, America’s best-kept secret, a secret weapon capable of matching forces with the best of the British Invaders. They were as frightening as they were entertaining. How could they have ended up a mere footnote in the vast History of Rock ‘n Roll? Looking back through the rearview mirror, one sees a fading, ghostly image that remains difficult to explain away. The Mojo Hands were an American garage band caught up in an American Dream gone mad. This is the story of The Golden Age of Garage Bands and the greatest undiscovered rock ‘n roll band of them all. |
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Summary of WE GOTTA GO NOW |
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With primitive equipment set on ten, personality for days, and the flight plan of the bumblebee, these Blues Punks became a regional sensation. From the family garage, they rose through the ranks of the club scene and on to the concert hall stage, sharing the bill with, and ultimately blowing away many of the top acts of the day. Edgy performances both on and off stage led those in the know to label the band --"A promoters' wet dream and worst nightmare, all rolled--up into one untidy package." |
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