Very soon, the whole world will know about this GREAT BAND from NYJohnny Thursday & The Friday Knights. I've been asked to coauthor Mr. Thursday's autobiography and I've already collected a few very entertaining stories about the songs he wrote on "RUIN IT FOR EVERYONE"there's a song where you can hear a conversation taking place, and a lot of words are bleeped outhowever you can still hear the word FUCK a lot right before or right after the bleepingso I HAD TO KNOW why the bleeps, or did they just miss? The full story is so fuckin' funny. COVER DESIGN: A switchblade protrudes from a mortally wounded bloody orange, a congealed pool of blood drips onto the title "RUIN IT FOR EVERYONE" which is printed in a bloody redorange ink. The inside cover design is a drawing of a "biker inspired" cross w/ the band's initials JTFK in each arm, while a "hotrod inspired graphic" of demented vikings marches across the border , The cover concept and design is the creation of Abandoned Graphiks. With the exception of The Misfits cover "Where Eagles Dare" , all the songs are written as a collaborative effort between Thursday, Dave, and Xmas, however the lyrics are all written by Mr. Thursday. Recorded and mixed October 2004 to January 2005 at Homebrew Studios in Belleville, NJ. Band established in 2002 JTANDTHEFK@YAHOO.COM WWW.JTANDTHEFK.COM P.O.Box 50 Highland Mills, NY 10930 Johnny Thursday ( vocals & guitar) his is a unique, yet familiar soundone calls to mind Lemmy, Johnny Thunders , Misfits, Bon Scott Jimmy Sunshine ( guitar) Long Tall Dave ( bass & vocals) Tony XMas (drums & vocals) Get yourself prepared for an onslaught from the very beginning there are no slow songs, no sad songs, no anguished wailing. High octane rock like it used to be! He must've consumed a gallon of rocket fuel only moments before . The songs are dirty, without a doubt, but if you're not paying close attention, they'll fly right by youSO PAY ATTENTION! Built For Pleasure (not built for speed...) You Gonna Get It Indian Summer *the next track, you hear a recorded conversation with bleeping throughoutbut "FUCK"
is still plainly discernible both before and after the bleepsis it a joke? did they miss? I just HAD to knowand not the Disneyland version Johnny Thursday explains,"Very well, the truth then...Cocaine. Eightballs to be exact, but it was part of a joke we were playing on the owner of the label. See, we've had something of a reputation as rock'n'roll bad boys, and one of the things the label asked us to do before going into the studio was clean ourselves up. Now I'm not saying we don't misbehave, but we were hardly in a position where a "cleanup" was necessary. At any rate, we got to the studio on the first day and started recording. By 2pm he still hadn't shown up, so we decided to play a trick on him, we had the producer call him and tell him that since we had arrived at the studio, we'd done nothing but more drugs than he'd ever seen three humans do before, and now we were fighting and breaking equipment. While he was placing the phone call, we were in the background staging that argument. What we didn't know was that the engineer was recording everything off a room mic. You hear us laughing at the end of the phone call, then we all did lines and started recording again. The owner, Regis, called the producer in a frenzy several minutes later. He thought the whole thing was so funny he had them put it on the record. The reason for the beeps, is because Xmas has a bit of a social conscience and didn't want kids hearing us talk about coke and eightballs...." however he didn't mind the kiddies hearing the "F" word! This is priceless! and that's the story behind all the beeping. * Loves Little Conspiracies The Kneedropper (a spiritual feel to this one) Downtown Train Get Stiff (When the goin gets tough, ya gotta get stiff) Ladypants (?) Johnny explains, "There actually is a story behind Lady Pants. I live about 45 minutes northwest of Manhattan/NYC, so when the band started, we cut our teeth playing up around here, local bars, college towns, etc. Anyway, we ended up booking our first show at a place in NYC called Continental (which I'm sad to report is hosting it's last two weeks of shows starting this coming monday). At anyrate, we promoted the shit out of the thing, and come show night, there was actually a good turnout for a monday night. The flyers were a nice shot of DeNiro from Raging Bull, rendered in red, standing in the ring all beat up, with JTFK written where the Everelast logo traditionally is on Boxers' trunks. Anyway, we get there and we're told we have an 11:15 show time, which isn't hot, but fuck it, we're new so we're willing to deal with it. We were a three piece at the time, but that's another story. Before us, is this guy, Chris Grace. He looks like Tommy, the son from the tv show Alice. He looks like a mook with this japanese cartoon character haircut and the tightest pants I've ever seen on a guy (Xmas later pointed out they were actually women's pants), and there are a lot of women there to see him. They all have that just out of college, unsure what to make of the world, working in low paying jobs in the publishing industry, spending most friday nights at home with a bottle of wine (an
extravagance) and listening to bad singersongwriters. Needless to say, they are totally uninterested in us. I came up through the ranks, playing in bands since I'm 13. I was always taught by the older guys, you get your shit on stage, and then after the set off stage, as soon as humanly possible. And we had gotten pretty good at it. We could be totally on stage and ready to go inside of seven minutes, and off in about five. It was really a matter of pride. Well, this guy and his band had obviously not come up through the same ranks as I, because they must have taken 30 minutes to set up. Now I'm watching the clock, because this cat is perilously close to eating into my stage time. Then he gets on stage, one of the girls hands him a guitar, and he puts it on, primps his hair, stares out into the audience, and then puts the thing down, jumps off stage and starts bullshitting with some people. I was getting agitated. When the guy finally got on stage and did his whole emosinger songwriter set, I was thinking, "This guy's walking around like a fucking rockstar, and his shit is weak." Well, when his set was finally finished, he and his band actually left the stage to work the crowd, but their gear up there. We're watching the people who had come to see us, dwindling, and I know for a fact that his crowd if they do stick around will be gone by the end of our first song. And sure enough when it was all said and done, we ended up playing to 4 people that night, at 1:30 in the morning. It was rough, definitely a blow to the ego. When I got home I was still pissed off about his arrogance, and well, I guess Iw rote a song about it. It's funny, no one has ever asked me about that one. It's ended up becoming something of an antiemo kid anthem, I've been told. So there you have it. Be good. " Do It Again Where Eagles DareThe Misfits' classicit's a singalong!! Suicide Girl Earthquaker you'd swear he was channeling Bon Scott for this one! They announce that it's finally over....but then there's more Spinal Tap can be heard talking about having armadillios in their trousers and that it's really quite frightening.... finally winding things up with a screaming instrumental Spinal Tap is heard to say.."then they run screaming" One of the best cds I've heard all year! I've been listening to it for the better part of the day and when it's finally over, you're left with this silent void that's quite deafening, so ya just gotta play it one more time!
Published on Jul 15, 2009
With the exception of The Misfits cover "Where Eagles Dare" , all the songs are written as a collaborative effort between Thursday, Dave, an...