Written by Samuel Barker
Apr 15, 2006 at 08:00 PM
ImageFor 2 years, the music world was little more sane, a little more safe and a little less fun. During this time, Mojo Nixon was retired from the performance game. He was sitting safely behind a board on Sirius Radio putting together 2 separate programs that he hosts. It was nice to hear his voice, but you still missed the chaos and unpredictability of seeing he and the Toadliquors on stage before you in a small, smokey club.

As thanks for Kinky Friedman trying to stick it to the tarnished Republican regime, Mojo Nixon called up the Toadliquors, strapped on his old beat up Guild guitar and made one last jaunt across the Lone Star State.

The premise is simple, Kinky Friedman, a bonefide rock n’ roll nutjob in his own right, needed help getting enough signatures to get on the ballot come Fall and Mojo, THE rock n’ roll nutjob, jumped at the chance to help out his old friend. A single was released, a reworking of Mojo’s cult hit ‘Elvis Is Everywhere’ titled ‘Kinky Is Everywhere,’ a tour was booked, representatives were on hand to gather signatures and the show we’ve all been hoping for was to happen. It made perfect sense, unlike our current situation in Texas with such wonderful public fixtures like Tom Delay bringing the corruption to the forefront. But that’s for another time, right now, we need to discuss the men of the night, Mojo and Kinky.

After a rousing set from the Goldtops that opened the night up and got the rock n’ roll off to a solid start, it was time for Mojo to reclaim the stage at the Continental Club, that he owned for many years. Sitting on the back porch at the Continental, the signal that it was showtime came in the form of bassist Earl B. Freedom flinging open the back door and screaming “Wid!!!” With that drummer Mike “Wid” Middleton ran from behind the Airstream and headed inside.

As Mojo Nixon took the stage, he stepped to microphone and in a ravaged voice proclaimed “I’m old, I’m fat, I’m fucked up and I have no voice.” Then the band kicked into ‘Jesus At McDonald’s’ which had been reworked to be an intro for the night and also brought the lyrics from ‘Roadrunner’, which the song borrows the same riff, to the table.

Sounding like a mix between Wolfman Jack and Howling Wolf, Mojo’s voice was clearly ravaged by the two prior nights of hollerin’, pontification and singing. Did this slow the man down? Hell, no. It just put more responsibilities on the drunkards in attendance to sing with Mojo and make the night come off as chaotic and mindblowing as it has many times before. Mojo delivered, the Toadliquors delivered and the drunkards delivered, it was all you could ask for from this night.

A great deal of time was spent discussing Kinky’s run for office. Mojo even spent a good deal of the night on a story-song called ‘Doin’ a Favor for the Kinkster.” A winding tale about him delivering a car from San Diego down to Texas for Kinky’s ex-heroin addict, ex-lesbian girlfriend with big tits. Yeah, it was something you had to be there to understand, but through the haze of the gin and tonics and the vocal short-comings, Mojo delivered the story and connected all the dots. Outside of the wild story, Mojo laid it out in more reasonable terms as to why Kinky should/could be governor. He pulled for a needed change in a state that deserves something better. For a man born in North Carolina, Mojo Nixon is about as Texan as they come.

The rest of the night was about visiting the classics. Debbie Gibson, Louisiana Liplock (dedicated to his wife, the Bride of Mojo, who flew down with Mojo for the tour), Kinky/Elvis is Everywhere, Drunk Divorced Floozie and You Can’t Kill Me. The set, and possibly career, closer was Burn Down the Malls. If I could have scripted an end, this would have been it.

As the night ended in a sea of drunken embraces and screams for more, it became pretty clear, if this is in fact the last performance Mojo Nixon ever does, it’s one that will live in the memories of those who were there. Even through a drunken haze, this will stick. The best of nights aren’t the perfect ones, it’s the one where adverse conditions are triumphed over. Like a viking invading a village, Mojo Nixon and the Toadliquors took the stage at the Continental Club and took no prisoners. That is rock n’ roll.