"Just the kind of music they'll use when they burn us all for witches a few years from now." Howard Waldrop The Austin Chronicle, (1982)
"Stephen W. Terrell is a highly literate humorist." Grant Alden No Depression
"Northern New Mexico is [+]"Just the kind of music they'll use when they burn us all for witches a few years from now." Howard Waldrop The Austin Chronicle, (1982)
"Stephen W. Terrell is a highly literate humorist." Grant Alden No Depression
"Northern New Mexico is a unique place where Pueblo Indians, Chicanos and cowboys mix and mingle with artists, New Agers and atomic scientists. In the early 1980s, Santa Fe born singer/songwriter Stephen Terrell captured with great intelligence and humor, the essence of this strange scene on two fine albums ..." David Goodman Modern Twang
"His voice, spirited, knowing, barely adequate, is just the right instrument to lead his raw country-rock ensemble. ... Terrell's unselfconscious, wacky energy keeps this recording good, clean, starchy fun." Jim Foley Arizona Daily Star
"The stylistic range and lyrical depths of Terrell's offerings could hog-tie and thoroughly boggle staid minds and seriously delight those who look at the world and think many of us may be a few sandwiches short of a picnic (for potatoheads or otherwise)." S. Derickson Moore Las Cruces Sun-News
Steve Terrell Muses on the re-release of Picnic Time For Potatoheads (and Best-Loved Songs of Pandemonium Jukebox)
Two bad marriages, two great kids. A lot has come down in the 20-some years since Picnic Time For Potatoheads sprang forth upon a largely unfazed world.
They closed down most of the Santa Fe places I sang about in "The Green Weenie." Apple Liquors, The Senate Lounge. The Yucca Drive-In was the last to go. The Forge, that red-bricked tavern where I worked my voodoo sting nearly every Sunday night for nearly four years, is no more.
Who would have known all that in 1981, the first year of the Reagan Administration? It was Morning in America -- and me with a ferocious hangover.
I really didn't know what I was doing when I walked into John Wagner Studios in Albuquerque in August of that year. Although at that point I was basically a solo act, I'd decided to use a band for the record. My brother, Jack -- who has always been a far better musician than me -- agreed to produce. His group at the moment, The Whereabouts (with Dave Valdez and Mike Roybal), would back me up.
Though we only rehearsed together a handful of times, it seemed to cli
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