Drug Free Sabbath (Radio Edit)

Strange but True Stories about "Drug Free Sabbath"

Oooops.
One time I was invited to go on the Dudley and Bob morning show on Austin's 93.7 KLBJ. We played Drug Free Sabbath, and I was replacing the word "fucked" with the word "messed" for the "I am all fucked up in a serious way" line. It was going fine until the very end of the song. Between it being extremely early in the morning and me getting all worked up like I do by the frantic ending of that song, I accidentally screamed "All fucked up in a serious way!" I was told that out in listener land instead of hearing me curse there was a dead silence followed by a bunch of laughter. They had luckily just gotten a new ten second delay button that day that they had been talking about before we went on. Well, apparently they were not happy with us at all for that slip of the tongue. They made jokes about us all week long, and at the end of the week they gave away free passes to a restaurant to anyone who could call up and tell them what the song was about that freaked them out so much earlier in the week. I don't know why they got so mad. I helped them test out their brand new censor button after all.
Lesson learned: Don't say "fuck" on the radio.

Oooops, I did it again.
Later during a live performance on a radio show on 89.9 KTSW in San Marcos I told that story to the DJ. He asked me to play that song, and I told him I didn't think it was a good idea. But he talked me into it, and of course I accidentally said "fucked" in the exact fucking same spot as I had on the Dudley and Bob show. Way to go Me.
Lesson learned: See above.

Put On Your Dancing Shoes
There used to be a pirate radio station in San Marcos called 105.9 KIND Radio. I had a show on there called "The Sesky Brisket Juice Show". On KIND Radio you could say pretty much anything you wanted without getting in trouble. It was awesome. Eventually the FCC shut them down, but before they did I played Drug Free Sabbath for the first time on my friend Pappy's show. People loved it. One lady called up and said, "That song's so good that even Jesus would be dancing." I think that might be the best review Drug Free Sabbath ever received.
Lesson learned: Pirate radio rules!

It's Not About You...
Sometimes paranoid schizophrenic people think that I wrote Drug Free Sabbath about them even though I have never met them before. No kidding. One guy actually punched me in the face because he thought I was out to get him. He heard me play that song at a party one time and he was sure it was about him. He would stalk me at the bars and come tell me how we were all cool now, but if we started to fight I had a lot of hair to pull. Yipes. Luckily that guy chilled out and left me alone after some of his friends talked to him.
Another guy heard us play that song at a show in Austin. He came up to me while we were playing the next song and started yelling something in my ear. So I nodded and smiled. When we were done with our set he asked if he could jam with my band. The guys didn't mind so he played a couple of songs, but first he yelled out, "You're MY Robots now!" Then when he got off stage he told me that he hadn't seen his daughter in years because the mafia was trying to kill him. Then he asked me to write down his daughter's address so I could mail her and tell her that Daddy was okay. Then he pulled me aside and asked me, "Did you write that Crack on Sundays song about me?" I told him no. Then he showed me a coin. Then he showed it to me again. Then he said, "I'm going to show it to you one more time". Then he showed me the coin again. I have no idea why he did that. Finally at the end of the night my bass player started talking shit to him. That totally pissed him off, and the crazy guy kept walking away and then walking halfway back as if he wanted to fight with us and then walking away again. I don't remember exactly but I'm guessing he did that three times. Then he finally wandered off. Hope his daughter's doing better than him.~N