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They say never have any regrets.
There was a time when rock band TRASH COWBOYS was oh-so-close to making it, a headliner a generation ago on the Sunset Strip in Hollywood at such famed clubs as the Roxy, the Whisky and Gazzarri’s. Led by wonder-boy guitarist Bradley Rude and Tommy Lee-style drummer Joey Durant, TRASH COWBOYS were at their best on stage, whipping sold-out crowds into a frenzy.
TRASH COWBOYS’ chorus-heavy sing-along songs were fortified with a dose of dirty sleaze that made the foursome a bit more daring than their contemporaries And like most of the success stories before them like Guns N’ Roses, Motley Crue and Van Halen, the TRASH COWBOYS after-parties always got bigger and better until dawn.
If nothing else, TRASH COWBOYS lived up to their name and proved you don’t need a million-dollar recording contract to live like rock stars.
But then it all faded away.
There was no structure, no organization. A manager? Back then, Bradley Rude and Joey Durant were too busy having the time of their lives.
It was the iconic philosopher Henry David Thoreau who said “never look back unless you are planning to go that way,” and as things turned out, Rude and Durant reluctantly grew up, and each established himself in private business with the white-picket-fence and all that — but neither ever lost their passion for the music.
The hard truth was, the duo never shook off the regrets, never found closure in letting go of the great songs, the great musicianship, the great adulation of the band’s thousand or so fans fortunate enough to enjoy the fleeting comet that was TRASH COWBOYS.
It’s been a long time since the Hollywood streets have reclaimed rock and roll, and like a dream come true, TRASH COWBOYS — reformed and regrouped and re-invigorated with a hot-shot new singer named Eric Scott and rock-star-cool bassist Mark One — are taking one last shot at stardom.
This time, TRASH COWBOYS have wisdom and introspection in their corner, the overgrown boys of before having steeled themselves into worthy men. Plus, the years were not wasted, as Rude and Durant kept on practicing and writing and dreaming.
It’s the spring of 2013, and let the world welcome the new TRASH COWBOYS.
The songs will lodge themselves in your brain for days. The passion has reached a boiling point. Every player is primed and ready to take over the world and to give a finger to what popular music has sadly become – a de-evolution of all the things that had once made rock so mighty.
It’s a big job resurrecting big dreams, and TRASH COWBOYS want to bring it all back.
“I can remember being side by side with the Guns N’ Roses guys, passing out flyers on the Strip,” Rude said. “I ended up designing and building aircrafts, and I was very successful but hated every minute of it. I just had no passion for that.”
The great thinker Langston Hughes once said: “Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.”
Joey Durant, who plays drums the way David Lee Roth probably would, knows just what it means to walk away from a dream, however reluctantly. But that does not mean you can’t turn back and start over again.
“I always felt like TRASH COWBOYS should have kept going,” Durant said. “I don’t even know the reasons anymore why we didn’t keep playing. It’s such a fog. But I know the potential for TRASH COWBOYS is outrageously good. I think there is a whole new avenue for us.”
As Durant puts it, everything happens in cycles.
“I walk down the street these days, and kids are wearing Motley Crue t-shirts and Led Zeppelin t-shirts,” Durant said. “I’m like, holy shit, it’s all coming back. The cycle is perfect for us. We’re in a perfect position to start over. We can start a whole new thing 20 years later because the new rock culture is going back to the roots.”
Scott, the god-voiced singer who somehow never made it big, has proved a huge addition. TRASH COWBOYS played a comeback show in January at the Grove in California, and the place went wild for the long-haired singer bursting with charisma. Scott has made the rounds as an up-and-comer metal front man on the East Coast, most notably for Hap Hazzard, and how this man was never scooped up by an arena act remains one of Rock’s great mysteries; once Scott clicked with Trash Cowboys, something magical happened.
TRASH COWBOYS can be the next Guns N’ Roses – the group they were most compared to back in the day – all over again starting now.
“When TRASH COWBOYS sent me the songs, I was really impressed,” Scott said. “This was a once-in-a-lifetime type thing. I couldn’t pass it up. It’s like the rebirth of the old scene. We’re just exploding on the scene. It’s sleaze rock all over again. And without a doubt, this is what the new crowd wants to hear.”
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