THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU

to one and all ... no Grammy acceptance speech here, of course, but while globally there are so many to thank—if nothing else—for keeping us alive all these ... uh ... weeks ... since we were last really active ... and you know who you are ... in order for us to have all this FUN, FUN, FUN ... there are a few more specific thanks yous we need to register:

To Dawn Ward, owner of the great cool clothing and stuff shop, The Funky Hippy (1716 Grant Street, Akron OH) at the corner of Grant & Voris Streets. Like a true flower child with a calling, she and her son Jakob Ward offered up Jakob’s Dreamstate Studios GIGANTIC drum booth (complete with bathroom and a pretty pink robe for Stu) as a practice space for us to prepare for the gigs. We’ll be forever grateful. thefunkyhippy@hotmail.com

To David "Tate" Stevenson of Big Adventure Studios of Akron, the guy who engineered Tin Huey’s disinformation (for ALL of his formative years) and loaned us gear to aid those who had to fly in, and those of us (*Harvey*) who had a compelling need to beat the crap out of someone else’s keyboard. Thanks, Tate.

To John Mondl, Tin Huey’s long-time sound mixer and co-producer of ‘disinformation’ for coming along for the ride on his own nickel (now THAT’S something new, eh John?), adding ballast, and purring sweet nuggets of wisdom into house mixers ears, like “uh,… don’t you think that maybe another 3db at 2K on Stuart’s overheads might be … uh … helpful … perhaps?” Sweet boy, that Johnny. Thanks much.

To Greg Lewis, super engineering computer whiz at the university by day, and interfering, yet lovable, ex-roadie (ask us about how we kept sending him back to the lesbian bar on Santa Monica Boulevard so he could “pick up a chick” back in ’78) by night for our rehearsals and gig nights on the Ohio toe of the micro mini tour.

To Michael “Crazy Legs” Baker for flopping more degenerates at his Jersey High Rise than anyone should have to … ever, and doing so with kindness and affection … and running to tonic for us to retrieve a) Michael’s priceless ’64 Stratocaster; b) Stuart’s Talisman--his leather gig bag containing all his sticks, condoms, Vicodan, and photos of Sela Ward; and c) ‘Bongo’ Bob’s high-tech percussion TV tray. A special thanks to Mike’s wife Mindy W-B for being the ass-whuppin’ fly girl she is and smart enough to stay the hell away from most of this using the Jewish holidays as a clever excuse … and for Martin, who Harvey looks forward to playing with more.

To Dolli G for being web mistress, light-equipment roadie, creating GFX stuff, taking photos, selling merch at the gigs, and being the love of “leader guy” Harvey’s life (Ralph’s phrase, not Harv’s, though it DOES, in fact, have a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?).

To Susan A for her band-babe wisdom, suggestions, love, devotion, and … uh … living with Michael the Shredder.

To Morgan M for dealing with one Crank and six other … uh … mentally challenged (that’s PC for "'tards," right?) fellows … for a LOT of years … and for bringing Liam to play with Harvey during setups.

To Deena Z for her knowledge and guidance (to Ralph, that is … the rest of us would most likely have to pay her), for letting Ralphie come out & play with the rest of the Hueys and for bringing Hedda, so she could come out and play with Harvey, too … and for having the letter ‘Z’—a very cool letter—as an initial.

To Ricki, aka “Mrs. Bongo” for loaning us her whip … and the wonderful “Bongo” Bob Ethington.

To insane(ly) creative Allen Bukoff for the official Tin Huey Micro Mini Tour SARS masks. Thank God they arrived in time, Allen, or we’d all be Canadian by now. Find them on eBay: http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=2524467401&category=29938.

To all the Vidiots that shot footage of this insanity, providing enough tape for yet another 10-year project. The WKSU Fresh Air connection (Carl, Paul, Jeff, John, et al.) and Kent's own Jimi Imij for the Ohio gigs, and the Gold Teleproductions (http://www.goldtele.com) gang in NY.

To Max and Bill for the '79 recording of Tin Huey at Hurrah, the kindest of words and acts, and taping us at Maxwell's.

To Jimmy Shambo of The Underground Theatre for his love and support.

To friends, relatives and fans (including one Traveling Teagle) who left the comfort of their homes and, in at least one case, a full night of “Must See TV” to come out and have some FUN, FUN, FUN with us (uh, that’s a “callback”…).

And finally, to The Bizarros (particularly Nick Nicholas, founder of Clone Records, who never gets enough credit for our years of misery and angst as “professional” musicians), and Kris Carter, of The Kristoffer Carter Show!, for supporting the heck out of us at the Ohio gigs.

xoxo
The Hueys

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