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Shot through with raw, lean rock n' roll sparked by juke-joint blues and loose rhythms, the 1971 set comes on like the most fun, party-still-raging hangover any group in the 70s enjoyed. Geils Band's sophomore album tell you all you need know about the music, spirit, and energy spilling from within The Morning After. The trashed hotel room and communal living depicted on the cover of the J. Spirited, Blues-Driven Rock n' Roll Comes on Like a Never-Ending Party: Features Ace Performances by Harmonica Player Magic Dick Salwitz and Vocalist Peter Wolf May not approve, but would understand.B5: It Ain't What You Do (It's How You Do It!) A big payday for the last Whammer Jammer Whompass show. Jammer did a little batting practice on Whammer’s head and then went to work on his ribs.Īt the last party, some businessmen had offered Jammer $75K cash if he took this thing as far as it could go, on camera. Whammer started making mumbly, gurgly screams with his ruined mouth. That’s when Jammer swung for the bleachers and smacked the Wham-man right in the face, unhinging his jaw and shredding his cheek. Surely Whammer would understand that they wanted to put a little extra in it for the DVD. This time the screaming and the cussing weren’t quite so made up. He was also supposed to turn the bat so the side with the flush nail heads would hit instead of the points. However, Jammer was supposed to pull up a little at the last second so it was more theatrical than painful. The bat, as planned, caught Whammer in the small of the back.

The video shot was framed so the audience could see the Jam-man, but Whammer supposedly wouldn’t see it coming. While Whammer was talking on camera Jammer came up behind him. Said stuff like, “that was the mother of all hits,” “sent a shock to my brain like I was strapped to an electric chair” and “it was like a thousand red-hot irons being poked in my flesh.”

Whammer talked a little about each hit and how it felt. There was a nice piss-your-pants shaped bloodstain right in the crotch. Whammer spazzed around on the floor for a little while and then stood up. They had been offered a “straight to DVD” deal that would net them both a little over $15,000. Jammer winked and smiled at him off camera. Whammer rolled around on the floor moaning and complaining. Yea, there would be blood pooling between the legs. Jammer swung the bat and caught Whammer in the midsection, just low enough to look pretty serious when Whammer straightened up. Once a month had slowly crept up to once every two months. Unfortunately, to give Whammer time to heal, they had to keep stretching the time between sessions. They filled out the rest of the show with Whammer doing a bit of improvisational screaming and moaning and “Dawg, that one really hurt,” kind of stuff. It also led to private parties where they would get $4,000 for a minimum of four smacks, no more than six. That had led to a bit on Comedy Central and SAG cards for both of them. The “Whammer Jammer Whompass Show” was the hit of YouTube. In fact, Whammer had a body tattooed with scabs and scratches and little pocks. He ripped the flesh a little pulling the bat out. Jammer gave Whammer another smack, this time in the fatty part of his buttocks. He’d heard “all the jobs have gone to China” so much he wanted to puke Chop Suey.

Adam, who was “lucky to have a job” had some cheap-ass “we gotta cut costs somewhere” medical insurance, that wouldn’t cover the therapy because it was “non-sanctioned” or some such shit.

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Unfortunately, the series cost a little over $5000. Every six months, if Adam’s boy went in for a series of injections, he could live a relatively normal and pain-free life.

There was a doctor who did experimental Botox therapy. Whammer had a three-year- old, whose leg muscles would seize up so bad the boy couldn’t walk. Whammer was Adam Summers and Jammer was Keith Ronsen. Of course, Whammer and Jammer weren’t their real names. “Oh dawg, that hurt,” Whammer said to Jammer as he took a hit in the ribs on his left side. You’d get a nice, wet, smacky sound and a bit of a blood splatter. The points stuck out little more than a quarter inch. The baseball bat had nails driven through it. If you could stay relaxed, it really wasn’t that bad. Think about anything except what was about to happen. The secret was to disconnect your brain so you didn’t tense up.

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