Clay Rose / Gasoline Lollipops

Clay Rose was born under candle light on the high planes of Colorado. Rain and his mother’s heart gave him rhythm. His father’s eyes gave him blue. Clay’s affinity for highways and eclectic personalities has kept him in good supply for material. He lives in a passing blur of state lines and mileage markers, the only things that link him to reality. He molds language into landscapes and sculpts a home out of heartache.

Legend has it that the coming together of the four dispicably lowdown, no good, Gasoline Lolli-Pops was destined by the dark lord himself. They met in a rusty jail cell outside of Texarkana. Clay "Stretch" Rose had alegedly been selling 150 proof without a licence, Johnny "Machine Gun" Mouser had been found guilty of making a withdrawl without an account, Jeb "The Horse" Bows for sober disorderly, and Daryl "Dead Eye" Reding was just plain mean. They say that when the four of those diabolicly, devilish, dukes of Dixie struck their first chord down in that hillbilly hell, it shook the pearly gates right off their hinges. Since then, they've been blazin' a trail across the states, the likes of which have never been seen. If you catch wind of 'em in your neck of the woods, you'd do well to lock up the kiddies and hide away your bowling trophies if you know what's good for ya. Shoot, Texarkana ain't even on the map no more.

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