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‘She Said’: The Cramps versus Hasil Adkins
06.23.2015
04:43 pm
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One of the most beloved numbers in all the Cramps’ repertoire will always be their crazed cover of rockabilly psycho Hasil Adkins’ berserk “She Said.”  The song tells the tale of the frightening aftermath of a drunken one-night stand:

Why’s don’t I tell you what it is?
I wen’ out last nigh’ and I got messed up
When I woke up this mornin’
Shoulda seen what I had inna bed wi’ me
She comes up at me outta the bed
Pull her hair down the eye
Looks to me like a dyin’ can of that commodity meat

Like a dyin’ can of that commodity meat???

Pure poetry. William Shakespeare himself couldn’t have written those words together, one after another, if he’d have wanted to (which I doubt very much that he would’ve wanted to, but that’s beside the point entirely).

Adkins trained himself to be a one-man band due to an assumption he made as a child that only the credited musician (like Hank Williams, one of his idols) must have played all the instruments on their records, hence his uniquely hillbilly caveman performing style where he played several instruments—usually guitar, drums, harmonica, toy horns and some kind of homemade backwoods rhythm pole—simultaneously. The Haze’s subject matter tended to lean towards topics of meat (especially chicken), fucking and murder or all three (“No More Hot Dogs” is about decapitating his girlfriend and mounting her head like a hunting trophy). Despite being active musically (in an improvised home studio) since the late 1950s, his records were released only on the most microscopic of local West Virginia indie labels (or self-released) and he really wasn’t much of a “name” until the Cramps raised his profile in the early 80s by recording “She Said” and when (former Cramps drummer) Miriam Linna and Billy Miller brought his music to greater prominence in the late 80s and early 90s via their Norton Records label.
 

 
I’ve seen Hasil Adkins play live a few times, and I even got a chance to meet him in 1999. It was a memorable encounter: The scene was the Charles Theater in Baltimore where Rest in Pieces Robert Pejo’s documentary about painter Joe Coleman (which Hasil figures in prominently) was being screened.  I was in the projectionist’s booth with Joe, his then fiancée Whitney Ward, some people who worked at the theater and John Waters and Mary Vivian Pearce. At one point Hasil arrived with a guitar, various cases and a rucksack on his back. He was a one man “commotion” and clearly not entirely a “well” person (like you could easily picture him going completely psycho without warning. “Unmedicated” is the word I’m looking for). Trying to be friendly, I mentioned to him that I, too, was a West Virginia native, but this didn’t seem to impress him at all. I mentioned, too, that I’d seem him at Maxwell’s in Hoboken, NJ, but this also failed to impress him—he just balefully glared at me like “yeah whatever, preppy” whenever I tried to make conversation—so I just stopped trying.

Then he told a story about how someone he knew in West Virginia had ripped off an entire truckload of gallon vodka bottles and brought all of this illegal hooch over to Hasil’s house to hide. The way he told the story, there were a few hundred gallons of cheap hooch and he’d drunk every last drop of it.

Then he shrugged, shook his head and said regretfully “...but I don’t drink anymore.”

Forgetting for a moment my earlier chilly reception, I innocently asked the reason he stopped drinking—I was merely curious—whereupon he fixed me with an evil stare, like I was a complete idiot, and slowly shouted (directly in my face) “BECAUSE. I. DRANK. IT. ALL!”

Continues after the jump…

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Posted by Richard Metzger
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06.23.2015
04:43 pm
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Hasil Adkins’ bastard offspring: Reverend Beat-Man is Satan’s new one-man-band
07.08.2013
10:30 am
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Psychotically brilliant hillbilly auteur and one-man-band Hasil Adkins left few direct disciples in his wake. With a hybrid of Appalachian country, rock and roll, and blues, the late Adkins tended to sing about decapitation, his love for fried chicken, and his own insanity in ways that established him as a genre unto himself. He’s had many notable fans (The Cramps being the most famous), but very few artists have ever really attempted to mimic Adkins’ distinctly loopy sonic thumbprint—it’s just too weird.

Swiss one-man-band Reverend Beat-Man, however, wears The Haze’s influence on his strange little sleeve. In 1996, the good Reverend sent Adkins a fan letter and some records, to which Adkins replied with the utmost grace and warmth. Adkins was known for being friendly, if garrulous, in interviews and here we see that Appalachian friendliness in written form as he encourages a kindred spirit across the globe.
 
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Below you can hear Hasil Adkin’s classic, “She Said,” (famously covered by The Cramps), and below that, Reverend Beat-Man’s admirably Adkinsesque ode to incest, “I See the Light.”
 

 

Posted by Amber Frost
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07.08.2013
10:30 am
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An interview with Satan’s one-man band: Hasil Adkins on the radio, 1986
02.19.2013
09:38 am
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Painting of Hasil Adkins by his good friend, Joe Coleman

Appalachian avant-garde rock ‘n’ roller Hasil Adkins is undoubtedly one of the weirdest figures in rock history. Extremely prolific, his full discography is basically impossible to track down, with too many short runs and one-offs to count. With the tone of his music nearly always invoking the psychotic, and his subject matter ranging from murder to fried chicken to women to aliens, you’d expect a much gruffer interview—or at least a much more spastic one. I mean, the guy sounds like a hillbilly Satan’s one man band—with elements of Screamin’ Jay Hawkins, Captain Beefheart, and Hank Williams thrown in for fun.

What follows, however, just sort of sounds like a conversation with my Appalachian Papaw—right down to his inability to take a compliment. The man is nothing if not a charming eccentric, completely gracious, even when a DJ repeatedly gets his name wrong.

During the interview The Haze explains the fairly pedestrian origins of his opus, “No More Hotdogs!”
 

Posted by Amber Frost
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02.19.2013
09:38 am
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