1. My Death Wish
2. The Devil's Got Me
3. Conflicting Interest
4. You're Inspirational To Me
5. Suicide Note (I'm Doing This)
6. Total F*cking Jerk
7. So Much Hatred (GOD Heal Me Please)
8. If I Believe
9. I'll Get Out Of This Town
10. Fuck All Those A & R Guys
11. Who Needs You?
12. Stop It
13. You're Almost Dead
14. I Hate You
15. I Don't Like You Either
It was just like dejavu but different. I left my gig at Cafe Brazil
in Deep Ellum in Dallas on November 19, 2005 on my way to Austin, Texas
to play my gig at Mojo's daily grind. In an effort to avoid walking
through Dallas' Oak Cliff area on Interstate 35 I bought a day pass for
the DART buses earlier that day. I got off the DART train a few stops
too soon and ended up in the middle of Oak Cliff at approximately
10:45p.m. and the train stopped running at 11:00p.m. I walked through
that neighborhood to get to the Interstate 35 and then began walking
south. I was thinking quite a bit, since my last experience in that
area was not good, that it didn't seem possible that I would experience
another dangerous hitchhiking incident, but I found out that anything
is possible. My intended bus stop that I missed by a few stops was the
Ledbetter train station, but as I mentioned I got off the train too
soon at the Morrell train station, and found myself waking down Morrell
Avenue. From Morrell Avenue I walked for quite a few miles and near
Interstate 35 and Ann Arbor Avenue a silver car drove near where I was
and stopped in the middle of and entrance ramp. It was about 1:30a.m.
and there wasn't any traffic that would require the man to move his
car. I walked up to the car and the man pops his trunk open and told me
to throw my stuff in it. I said, "I don't want to throw my stuff in the
trunk." He said okay and said for me to get in the back seat with my
stuff and I did. A woman was in the passengers seat and asked me where
I was walking to, and she acted as though she couldn't believe it when
I told her I was walking to Austin to play my gig. I asked where they
were from and she said, "Houston." I looked at their gas gage and saw
that it was on empty. I asked them how far down the road they were
going and thanked them for giving me a lift saying to them that every
little bit helps. Then the man told the woman to take the steering
wheel as he began reaching under the car seat. She said to him, "Don't
do it." He began saying to her that he was going to kill me. He said to
me, " I'm going to drop you off, and you're going to leave something
for me or I'm going to shoot you and leave you a bloody mess on the
side of the road." I said, "I can't leave you my guitar it's my life."
She began saying to him over and over, "Don't do it, it's his life." He
slowed down on the side of the freeway and said to me I had better not
get out or he would shoot me. That's when he showed me his gun. It had
a long barrel, so I thought it to be a 45 revolver. Then I asked him,
"Are you going to shoot me?" He told me again as I was opening the car
door that I had better not get out, and that I had better leave him
something. I opened the car door saying to him, "I don't have anything,
I can't leave you my guitar. It's my life." I got out of the car, and
he and I struggled for my things. I got them, but not without breaking
the shoulder strap of my back pack. Then he drove away. I continued
walking south on I-35 to De Soto, and called my friend, Lee to tell him
what had happened. It was weird that I called him from the same pay
phone at approximately the same time as I did the last time I was
walking south on I-35 to my gig in Bryan, Texas at Revolution. Lee told
me he wondered could it have been the same people. I can't remember the
faces good enough to say for sure, but any thing's possible.
The next morning I continued walking though DeSoto and caught a
ride into Waco, Texas. After that I continued walking south on I-35 and
saw a clean white piece of cardboard about 20" X 20" square on the side
of the freeway. With a black Crayola marker I wrote on it in bold
letters "Austin or Bust" and hung it over my guitar case. I'd say that
in less than five minutes of walking down the freeway with that sign a
truck was pulled over in front of me, and it was two nice women who
told me they were going to Austin and offered me a ride.
When
I was making my way to west Texas, and then through the panhandle I
never imagined all of the good things that came my way in Amarillo,
Texas. Thanks to my new friend S. Parker Lamb from Panhandle, Texas. I
thought that because I had become acquainted with Stephen Lamb by way
of the World Wide Web a few years back when he reviewed my CD "Some
Girls To Blame" on his Website that at best I would book myself a gig
in Amarillo and then call him on the phone and ask him to post a review
of the show for me on the Internet in hopes that he would say okay and
give me a decent review. So much more than that happened though.
Hitchhiking from Lubbock to Amarillo I made my way to the downtown
Amarillo public library at approximately 5:30p.m. on Friday, November
11, 2005 where I purchased an Internet library card and checked my
email until the library closed at 6p.m. After that, not knowing my way
around Amarillo, since I had never been there before, I began seeking a
venue where I could play my music in the downtown area and stumbled
upon a place that looked at first to me like a coffee shop. I walked
into the place and immediately a rainbow of colors openly being
displayed along with a lot of gay literature on the walls, tables, and
shelves. Since I had already made my way into the establishment, I
chose to go ahead and speak to the people rather than rudely walk out.
The woman I spoke to first about the possibility of playing music asked
me if I minded that they were gays and lesbians. I then remembered that
back when I was attending the Musicians Institute in Hollywood,
California I was once looking for a place to play music and read an ad
on the Internet that a gay bar called Trunks in West Hollywood was
having an open mic night. I remembered asking Kenny Kerner, the Music
Business Program Director at Musicians Institute did he think that if I
played music at the gay bar Trunks I would ruin my name, since I'm not
a gay musician. I remember he responded to me that gays like music too,
and that he didn't believe it would ruin my name, so I did play a
thirty minute set of cover tunes with a couple of my originals thrown
in for the gay and lesbian organization at
and
told them that I myself am not gay. Trunks in West Hollywood by the way
had cancelled it's open mic night and I never played there. To say the
least I was a bit discouraged with Amarillo at this point, since some
of the other downtown night clubs that were not gay bars would allow me
to book a show in the future, but didn't have a house PA system, so
being that they were loud places, and I was walking to my gigs I had to
respectfully decline. To a man named David K. Kelly who I met at the
Outstanding organization where I played music that night I told of my
hitchhiking story and he offered to let me stay at his place. He asked
me if I thought that I could trust a gay man enough to accept the
offer. I explained to him that I understand that the music business is
made up of millions of people who chose different life styles than me.
I told him I am strong willed and will reiterate to him that I am not
gay if I have to. So I'd like to thank Mr. Kelley for his hospitality.
Early the next morning I called and spoke to Stephen and Rebecca Lamb
and the good times finally began to roll after I had just about given
up all hope of booking a decent gig for myself in Amarillo, Texas.
Steve accepted my early morning call and offered to pick me up at the
downtown library at noon and let me stay with them for the remainder of
my visit to Amarillo. They took me to their Texas Sharp Shooters
Photography Studio in Panhandle, Texas and we took probably a couple of
dozen publicity shots, which I think look great, and before I knew it
Steve had arranged for me to do a ten minute interview and play my song
"Something To You I Just Wanted To Tell" on Brock Matthews' Amarillo
Nights radio show on 95.7 FM KARX the KAR. For me that is the stuff
dreams are made of, but that was just the beginning of what Steve did
for me. Steve arranged for me to open a show for
at the
that
night, and Brock promoted it on the radio. I did quite a bit of hanging
out the following week at Steve and Rebecca's place, and we discussed
plans to record at the AMP recording studio in Amarillo. On November
17, 2005 Steve took me to the AMP recording studio to record my
originals songs "Something To You I Just Wanted To Tell", "Total
F--cking Jerk", "Robin", and "My Angel's Sweet Sweet Touch" before
buying me a Greyhound bus ticket to Dallas, so that I could perform at
the Cafe Brazil in Deep Ellum the following Friday and Saturday night.
I want to thank Steve, Rebecca and Brock for all of their efforts in
promoting my image and my music. If more of the same is what I have to
look forward to in Amarillo, I can't wait to go back.
Then he hitchhiked from Denton, Texas to Lubbock, Texas and
booked himself a gig at
located at 901 17th St. for January 10, 2006 from 7:30-8:30p.m. After hitching a ride to play his show
at Cafe Brazil in Deep Ellum in Dallas on Saturday, November 5th, Dean
hitchhiked to Denton, Texas and booked himself a gig at Cool Bean's
located at 1210 W Hickory St. for December 13, 2005 from 10:30pm
'till late. Dean
traveled on a Greyhound bus, and did a second performance at Revolution
in Bryan, Texas, which consisted of an all original song set on
November, 1, 2005 from 8-9:30pm. Dean ran the following ad in the November 2005 issue of Harder Beat Magazine:
The Harder Beat Magazine advertisement for Dean Strickland and 4GIVNESS
Thank
you to John Margetis, from Midlothian, Texas for stopping to offer me a
ride on Sunday morning, October 16th, and then buying me a Greyhound
bus ticket to Bryan, Texas after hearing my story of how that earlier
that morning, after my show, the night before, I had been walking south
on I-35 on my way to Bryan, Texas to play my show on Tuesday, and a
silver sports car that was driving north on I-35 had honked at me, and
the next thing I knew that same car was a little ways in front of me,
and pulled over heading south. A man had stepped out of the car and
asked me if I needed a ride, and I said yes, though against my better
judgment. The man had the trunk of his car already open, and said that
I could throw my guitar and my bag in the trunk, so I did. Then I got
in the back seat of his car. A woman was in the drivers seat, and the
man told her to move over to the passengers seat, so that he could
drive. I asked the man if he had just before honked at me, and was
headed north, and he said "Yeah." I told him I thought that was odd.
Then we started riding down the interstate and briefly introduced
ourselves to each other. The man said that they were from Houston, and
I told them I was headed to Waco were I planned then take highway 6 to
Bryan. He told me he could take me almost all the way to Waco, but that
he was on empty, and asked me if I had gas money. I told him no, I
didn't have money, and he said he would have to drop me off then. I
said it was cool and that I found it to be strange, since I saw him
going north before. Then he pulled over on the side of the interstate,
and I waited a few seconds for him to open the trunk. He said to me,
"The trunk will pop open," and when I saw the trunk open I got out of
the car and hurried to get my stuff. As soon as I made it to the back
of the car he took off. I grabbed the back of the car and held on to it
as the car dragged me about thirty yards. I managed to jump into the
trunk of the car. Then we drove about two miles south on the interstate
at a high rate of speed before he pulled off the road and into a gas
station parking lot where people were, and I quickly jumped out of the
trunk with my guitar case and my bag in my hands. The man then got out
of his car and approached me, and I said to him, "I can't let you do
it, this is my life." He just nodded his head, and got back in his car
and drove away. I noticed that my forehead had a couple of cuts, as
well as my ear, above my eye, and my hand. But I was OK, and I still
had my stuff.
Dean performed as scheduled in Bryan, Texas on October 18, 2005 from 8-9:30pm. at the Revolution Cafe & Bar.
Thank
you, Jonathan Woods for picking me up in Italy, Texas early Sunday
morning on October 9th when I was walking south on I-35 on my way to my
gig at Mojo's in Austin from Deep Ellum in Dallas, and driving me to
Waco, and then extending his courtesy in that he paid for me a
Greyhound bus ticket from Waco to Austin.
ABOVE: The SKRATCH mp3 sampler VOL. 26 featuring Dean Strickland and 4GIVNESS that hit the streets the third week of October 2005
Dean ran the following ad in the October 2005 issue of Harder Beat Magazine:
The Harder Beat Magazine advertisement for Dean Strickland and 4GIVNESS
From Dallas, Texas, Dean hitchhiked to Austin, Texas where performed as scheduled for the first time in on
October 11, 2005 from 10-11pm. at Mojo's Daily Grind located at 2714
Guadalupe St. Then, Dean hitchhiked to Dallas, Texas from Bryan, Texas where he performed as scheduled at Cafe Brazil in Deep Ellum. After that, Dean hitchhiked to Bryan, Texas, and walked in the
and got himself booked to perform there on October 18, 2005 from 8-9:30pm. Then, Dean hitchhiked back to Austin from Dallas, and walked in Mojo's Daily Grind located at 2714 Guadalupe St, and got himself booked to perform there on October 11, 2005. On September 25, 2005, because he could not afford bus fair, Dean hitchhiked to Dallas, Texas from Austin, Texas so he would not miss his scheduled show at Cafe Brazil in Deep Ellum. In mid September of 2005, Dean played for tips, after his Cafe Brazil gig, on the street in Deep Ellum for bus fair, and with the tip money he made, he bought a Greyhound bus ticket to Austin, Texas to search of a gig there.