Booze. Smoke. Pretty Women. Honky-Tonk. Nightlife. Heartache. Gin. Beer. Babys Mamas. Warrants. Unemployment.
Burnt Bridges. Broken Homes. Broken Mirrors. Dives. Closing Time. Afterparties. Outlaws. Outcasts. Jesus. Sin. Double Shots. One Night Stands.
Regrets. Wasted Time. Good Times. Godd Buzz. Good Friends. Bad Women. Better Women. Lonely Women. Any Woman.
Good Vodka. Cheap Wine. High Times. Restrainin' Orders. Firearms. Blood. Guts. Love. Hate. Hangovers.
Them Damned Young Livers
Let The Sin Begin.
Them Damned Young Livers Accident'ly came into conception when Ryan and Jody met in summer of 06 and had the bright idea of putting together a cowpunk band. Jody knew Tripp from his days of fronting the long since gone Johnny Switchblade and playing shows with Action Figure. Needless to say Trip was always mez'merized by Jody's ability to make a dagum fool out of himself behind the Shure 55. So a couple of 5ths of Jaeger and an all to temporary sibling sister drummer was added and formed Young Livers in November 06. This formation played shows around town for about 8 months and even made the venture to Denver and Vegas. Ya see, Vegas 07 is where it got funny. The Livers decided to play a game of roulette and their drummer foolishly rested her hand on the table, touching on red. Well, the ball landed on black and she was lost to the house. So the three fellers loaded up the green machine and made the long 33 hour trip back to KC, cancelling the rest of their shows. Once in KC they realized that partner in crime and bona-fide reverend, Bob Lyons was one hell of a thumper. He was brought on board, we bought a bad ass tour bus, had to change our name due to some fellas in florida with equally good band name taste and the rest is history. Them Damned Young Livers love mixing Jodys' old school, whiskey-bent country with Ryans' Cramps, Misfits era punk Rock. When ya shake in Bobs' Love for metal drumming, Tripp's pop polished riffs and general badass'ness, it seems ya get some shit that most folks ain't ever heard before. Hell, we ain't ever heard it before. Anyways TDYL's are here to stay. We're gonna keep gettin loaded. we're gonna keep throwin' beer bottles. We're gonna keep shootin' snot rockets at the pretty girls in the front row. We're gonna keep makin' dad'blamed spectacles of ourselves everytime we get on stage. Get on board or be left out in the drizzlin' rain without a hanky.