Eddy Band | Six Foot Length of Rope

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Six Foot Length of Rope

by Eddy Band

The legendary Dallas band recorded these new tracks in Nashville.
Genre: Rock: Americana
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  Song Share Time Download
1. Wreckerman
4:57 $0.29
2. Dumber Guy
3:57 $0.99
3. Amarillo
4:16 $0.99
4. Let Me Be One
4:05 $0.99
5. Bakersfield
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6. Shreveport
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7. Redeemer
3:42 $0.99
8. Number One
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9. Forgot the Way
3:51 $0.99
10. Sin Crowd
4:37 $0.99
11. Should Have Known
4:00 $0.99
12. Throw It All Away
3:51 $0.99
13. Coco
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14. Any Kind of Love
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15. O Blessed Love
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16. Blackie Dog
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Album Notes
recorded by:
Bob Hate, Pete Young,
Dave Lemonds & Jim Koch

tracks from:
“Bad in my Car,” The Eddy Band (1996)
“Like a King,” Bob Hate (2003)
“Wreckerman,” Eddy Band (2009)

Bob Hate: guitar, bass, keyboards, vocals
Chet Hix: bass, guitar, vocals
Stephen Thomas: guitar, vocals
Buck Rudo: bass, mandolin, vocals
Dave Lemonds: drums, vocals
Jim Koch: steel, vocals

Paul Tewksbury: drums (Shreveport)

Wreckerman, Bakersfield, Throw it All Away, Redeemer,
Number One, Coco, O Blessed Love, Shreveport, Blackie Dog
by Bob Hate & Chet Hix

Amarillo, Forgot the Way, Any Kind of Love, Should Have Known
by Bob Hate & Stephen Thomas

Dumber Guy, Let Me Be One, Sin Crowd
by Bob Hate


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



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