It was 1994, a cold winter night, holed up in a shack with only a single light bulb, no heat and some really good pizza when Bruce and Bill discovered a mutual love for Jug band music. After some wine and time, the thoughts continued to creep and crawl through their heads and “the yet to be named” band was born. Although at this time they had no drummer, no singer and no talent so a recruiting drive was started. Although they stood out side Taco Time for days on end there was no luck. Then by a chance meeting, the two ran into some fellows they worked with who were lost and it was discovered one played sax and the other sang country music. They avoided those two like the plague and in doing so, found a drum machine and a guitar player standing out side the liquor board store playing for nickels and not having much luck. Karma had paid off for the boys, the band was beginning to blossom. Although a name had still not been chosen, the song list was expanding at an incredible rate, already 2 were in the bag, and it was getting easy. As luck would have, it was soon realized that no one could sing or at least not until the audience had consumed a LOT of drink. A singer must be found, after an exhaustive search, while driving by a mortuary, a beautiful voice was heard coming from the embalming room, after over coming some heebie jeebies, a singer was found. It looked like it was all coming together, 2 guitars, a bass, a singer and a drum machine. It was perfect. After a lot of tequila and some blood shed, the Chickenheads were born.
A whirlwind tour ensued, although they only got as far as the Concordia club in Saskatoon but that one song we played brought tears to everyone’s eyes. As luck would have it, after only a few more shows, the batteries died in the drum machine and the Chickenheads went back to the coop and had a nap for a few years. Then low and behold, just like the Beatles in their Live on a London Rooftop, The Chickenheads arose from the ashes and we found a hobo that played drums and the rest truly was history. With play dates spanning an entire postal code region, the Chickenheads bring their own unique brand of entertainment and music with the most bizarre selection of songs ranging form the 50’s to stuff that hasn’t even been conceived yet, you will have fun, or John will kick your butt. As was said in the Burr Gazette, “Once the Chickenheads play a song, it is eternally theirs” The Candle Lake Tribune “A must see show”
As a new generation of The Chickenheads seem to be rising, you could say a Chickenheads 2.0 Beta version is on the rise. When John felt it was time to call it a career the search went out to see if we could continue, luck would have it, Bruce found a singer hanging out in his Quonset, we believe he may have been there since the second Quonscert and he never left, good thing Bruce decided to finally clean up. We will have to see if we have what takes to take flight one more time or two or three or four......
