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The Eddy Band has taken another hiatus. The first one lasted 13 years. We're hoping this next one sticks. Until then, Chet and Bob are pleased to share some of the results of the band's 2008/2009 reunion, these free tracks from Six Foot Length of Rope. (Left click to play; Right click to save):
The End of Eddy
It was 4 a.m. when the phone rang. That could only mean one thing.

“I pushed them all away.” It was Bob's voice. He sounded tired. It was no surprise
that he was up already, hiding in his small studio well before the sun would
come up over the towering adobe walls at his New Mexico compound. “They
never understood me. My self-loathing. I made Nixon look like a piker.”

I knew this call would come soon because I'd heard that the band had splintered
again. After some stellar sessions in Nashville, Bob retreated with the master
tapes to ruin the mixes with reverb and piano.

“They deserved better,” Bob said. “Lemonds. He couldn't even look me in the eye
when I left. Stephen at least let me shake his hand. Then he wiped it on his pants.
Buck was the first one to go. 'Gotta catch a plane!' Yeah, yeah, we get it. ‘You're
the pilot!’ Chet had one more beer with me at the end. That was nice. He just
wanted to know if I still had a KISS t-shirt he left at my place in 87.”

I heard sounds in the background, guitars, drums. Then they stopped. The
clicking of a mouse. “I should just erase it all,” he said.

But he didn't. Two weeks later I got a call to meet him at a campsite outside
City of Rocks, NM. I found him in a folding chair, the nylon straps buckling
under the weight. He was smoking. His face looked puffy, his eyes runny.
He gave me 2 master discs, enough songs for one more album. “It's the best
stuff, some from the summer, some from a hundred years ago.”

We talked about nothing until dark. After a long time I thought maybe he'd
fallen asleep in that chair. I moved closer until I could see his face in the sliver
of moonlight. He was smiling. I sensed he would say something, something
that would bring it all together maybe something I could bring to the rest
of his fans. Maybe he’d just tell me how he loved the fellas, how he’d miss
them, how they’d made him a better musician, a better man.

It was dead quiet until he spoke. “You think, maybe, you could get the fuck
out of here so I could get some rest?"
Hector "The Brim" Torres
Torque Ramada Times

The Documentary
The Eddy Band documentary, "Reckoning Time," is 45 minutes of amazing stuff, archival video and photos from the Dallas days, and new interviews and studio footage from 2008. It's available for $9. Send Bob an email and he'll get your address from you.












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