Morning. The sun slaps my face like a Bangkok whore, an angry Bangkok
whore. 'Let's go Jack, this ain't no Motel 6.' Painfully I open
my eyes, only to be greeted with the deceitful vision of the luckless.
This is bad. Where the fuck am I?
More voices. They're not American, hell I'm not even sure they're
human. What happened? It's all a wild blur. The only thing I can
remember is that music, that goddamn music..."
Greenhaven was born in Phoenix, AZ in the year of Our Lord, 2001.
The culmination of a year long quest to find the ideal band of brigands
to bring one man's improbable visions of absurdity and recklessness
to life. "I had only two requirements" says vocalist and
founder Matt Strangwayes, "that they don't say nothin' to the
cops, and that they rock with immeasurable vehemence." Strangwayes
had been down this road before, having disbanded his previous outfit,
former Pavement Music artists Windigo, only a year earlier. He constructed
the bulk of his squad from the still-fresh remains of Phoenix stalwarts
Love Not Human.
Drummer Bill Schumann was the perfect mix of Teutonic bombast with
a Moonish disregard for etiquette. Jay Hofer seemed to be little
more than a glue-burnt hood, but possessed the true soul of a guitar
hotrod. All that was needed was someone to call down the thunder.
Many rumors had made the rounds about the man known only as "Uncle
Dave." Some said he was dead, while others whispered of bizarre
addictions and a lecherous past. Most, however, agreed that he was
probably little more than a myth. None of that mattered to Strangwayes.
For as he sat in that smoke filled cantina he had only one question
for the shadowy figure across the table. "Who would win in
a fight between The MC5 and Saxon?"
A new era in southwest musical culture had begun.