"There's drug-sniffing dogs at Dollywood, my vacation plans are ruined!"
From the mid 80's until he was killed by a drunk driver in 1992, Deacon Lunchbox was Atlanta's only redneck hippy poet, punctuating each line of his poems by banging on an old torpedo casing with a hammer. Although technically a poet, if his shouting voice weren't so completely nonmusical, he surely would have fronted a band. Sometimes, he collaborated with Slim Chance and the Convicts or the Opal Foxx Quartet, but he usually did his performances alone, either at a music club or a bookstore. His surprisingly literary poetry often talked about drugs, sex, and life in the south, usually all in the same poem. Lyrically, I'd say his closest comparisons are The Silver Jews's David Berman and Charles Bukowski, but his style really is too unique for that sort of thing. I don't recommend listening to this as background noise; in fact, that's probably impossible. These are recordings you have to pay close attention to, and they're definitely best in small doses, but I dare you to get "Omni Beer" out of your head.
My Vacations Plans are Ruined
Nadine and Tony
Death of an Amway Salesman
All of these are from Deacon's limited out of print CD, Rantin and Railin.
The Omni was the name of Atlanta's sports arena while Deacon was alive.
Site with some audio and lyrics
Slim Chance's memories of Deacon