Join us as we continue on to Day Two of TVD’s week-long Warchild takeover.
Today, we have three songs ready for you to download, along with the story behind each one, offered up by front man Rory Sheridan.
Warchild | Every Position
The title from this song comes from the story of me purchasing my car. I found this awesome ass 1962 Chevy Biscayne with a roof that looked like a red bowling ball. It looked like a drug dealers car. I knew it had to be mine.
I got a ride out to Ashburn, Virginia courtesy of my good friend Rick Rattler. We arrive at our destination and knock on the door. The door is answered by this awesome thug dude with an Osama Bin Laden beard. He immediatly offers us beers. He invites us in and we start drinking some awesome full-bodied beers. Tupac is blasting loud as fuck, not from an mp3 player or a stereo but from his TV, which is set to some rap channel with visuals of Tupac’s face cross fading into itself.
We then move on to test driving the car. He’s driving and describing the mechanics of the car to me. I start observing the interior. The car has bench seating covered by a leopard blanket. I say “The seats in here are awesome, it’s like sitting on a fucking couch.” He responds, “Oh yeah me and my wife broke this car in proper.” I assume he is implying that he fucked his wife in the exact seat I was sitting in. “That’s awesome,” I say, not knowing how to respond. He then turns his head and stares me dead in the fucking eyes and says, “Oh yeah… every position.”
I buy the car.
Thus a song title was born.
Warchild | Back to The Mines
“Back to the Mines” is a reference to the show Spartacus: Blood and Sand. When the slaves training to be Gladiators failed the final test or acted out of turn, they we’re sent to “The Mines” for punishment.
We are very fond of drinking in a basement bar on 11th street called Meridian Pint. We started referring to it as “The Mines.”
So we combined our passion for Spartacus and drinking in dark basements, and thus, “Back to the Mines” was born. It became a battle cry that would lead a charge back to the bar.
Warchild | Bleed the Strip
When we first started the band, Allan had lost his driver’s license in a blind drunk fury one night. The consequence of this mistake confined us to the 11th Street area where everyone knew Allan was of age to drink. We started referring to 11th Street as our Sunset Strip.
I’ve always been a fan of the term “bleed tha block.”
bleed the block—a term of dirty south origin, bleeding the block is when you have sold all the drugs, gotten all the money, and done all there is to do for the night.
We combined it with “the Strip,” and thus, a classic was born.
Warchild Wet T-Shirt Contest this Friday night at Rock and Roll Hotel. Get sweaty and beer soaked.
