Seems like it was only yesterday.... Hmmmm.......

Now little children gather round and let Lil' Bhudda tell ya the "real" story of how this menagerie of misfits known as The Xcentrix came into being. "As chronicled by Steverino"

Somwhere around Christmas of '03 I think it was, there was a strange feelin' in the air that year... Oh yes.. there was... Now the Deacons mighty fine Low Rider Panhead throwed a rod just outside the gates of the ol' Buckster's paltial riverside estate. What a place! Anyway... a discussion ensued between these two weather worn ol bikers 'bout whether that throwed rod was a soundin' out a B# or a sweet low pure C note. We can all use a few extra C notes now and then... heh heh heh!  Or maybe, it was just in the key of BANG! But yet again, I digress. The Deacon was adamant that that broke ol' engine was a poundin' it out in 6/8 time. But the Buckster, being the metronome that he is, was a swearin up and down it was in 4/4. Hey, did I hear them angels a singin'? Cause a heavenly rhythm section did fall from the sky that day. Why when The Buckster would pound that ol bass drum of his, with the sweet low rumble a followin' from that Deacon's P bass, you'd have sworn it was a Mobile Bay thunderstorm a beatin' out the ryhthm. Makes ya wanna run fer cover just thinkin' 'bout it! 

Now Lil' Buddha and the Deacon had been long time buds and ridin' partners. Why they'd been zippin' up and down the coast together,  exchangin' moonshine recipes and song arrangements for many a moon. Well now, on hearin' 'bout the conversation twixt The Deacon and The Buckster, Lil' Buddha just couldn't stand it and he pulled out his rusty, uh... I mean trusty ol harp and began to blow a blues that would make the devil his self cry. It was sad I'm tellin ya! And a trio was born that formed the nuculus of this here crew, now lovinly known as The Xcentrix.

Now ol' Cap'n Dan, he'd lost his shrimp boat, his best bud Forest and just about everything ceptin' his Strat and that mighty bad Hot Rod,  to the devastation of that crazy ol storm Ivan.  A Strat and a Hot Rod... Now that'll make the angels jus' 'bout cry won't it? Anyways, Ol Cap'n Dan was a looking fer a way to make some spare change to suplement his wade fishin business, which did ok during Jubilee but was a hard hard life other times. In a strange twist of fate it just so happened that Cap'n Dan knew, note fer note mind ya, every one of them ol tunes that the boys was a playin'. No lie! Now we had completed that rock solid rhythm section and, not to toot my own harp but, we had a not so bad choir section too.

The final piece of this here puzzle came in the form of a nameless stranger known only as Steverino. He swore he didn't know nothin' 'bout no embezzlement nor racqueteering charges back in Arizona. Swore a blue streak that he couldn't even spell RICOH! Anyway, some friends told him L.A. would be a good place to lay low fer a spell and he agreed. So... He ended up here in south Alabama. We never really knowed what he was talkin about but he could shore pick on that ol Marauder so we didin't care none.

Guess it turns out Steverino was right about L.A. cause now we's The Xcentrix. Rock -N- Roll solid fo sho! And we do love to pick and a sang in to that there ol can.

Whelp, that there is our story kiddies and we's stickin' to it!!! Thank ya'll fer listenin' And remember, Lil' Buddha loves ya but don't let yer head swell cause he loves just about everyone. {;^>}