Dave "Slim" Chance and oilmusicascap are currently in preproduction working on the new " Tulelake Candyjazz Project" featuring Poinciana and The Look of Love and more songs in the easy listening mode.

When I found the "secret" Cal ISO location, I made them so paranoid they removed a 1000 pound rock with the street number on it that had been placed there by the city of Folsom, at the time there were many people upset with how they distributed power during peak and overload times, my joke was to use the "Cyclectric" to sell them 500 watts for beer money. This became the cover picture for my cd "Folsom Follies".

The Hammerhead Story Around 1970 Doug Thorpe (guitar) Kevin Slater (drums) Robert Sermac (sax) and George Lasaro (bass) started Hammerhead in the San Lorenzo Castro Valley area of California just south of San Leandro and Oakland. Mike Riley, lead guitar for John Gady's band "Sunshine" had just left after Bill Graham had recorded them but they couldn't agree on a mix and the band broke up, so Hammerhead snapped up Mike Riley. Various musicians went through the band which at one time included a full horn section and backup female singers. The band fell apart around 1973, but in 1974 Dave Schantz (me on bass) Mitch Brum (drums) and Mike Riley rented a 13 acre ranch outside of Castro Valley where we proceeded to build an indoor ballroom and an outdoor stage and we threw many concerts and were quite well known. Then, I produced the Hammerhead album, but made a very bad mistake by having the rythm guitar go direct, I should have used the Marshall. After that, we floundered for a while and eventually broke up but it was fun while it lasted. As a result of my production error I became a recording engineer and the quality of my work improved immensely and I hope you will agree when you hear the my stuff at CD Baby.

The famous ethanol distillery pioneer Floyd Butterfield personally told me how he used to love running his old pickup on the pure alcohol he distilled just so he could pull up to a randomly picked house and ask the people if he could put some water in his tank and then blow minds by putting the garden hose in his tank and adding water, the engine would run on as low as 160 proof alcohol which is no longer available in California and many other states. My next project is to convert my Stingray to run on alcohol boosted with hydrogen and say goodbye to gasoline forever.

I knew John Nady (Nady Wireless) before he was rich and famous. He had a band called Captain Nasty and his Loose Chains with my old pal Rusty Trapps on drums and Billy Ray Teague on bass. John had just put together his first couple of really solid FM guitar transmitters with Radio Shack parts and the cheapest Radio Shack FM tuner they had and was starting to play out a lot. At the time(1972-3),I had one of the only two Sony 4 track reel to reel recorders on the west coast and as this was before the Teac 4 trk revolution I was in hot demand as a rock recorder, anyway, Rusty talks me into coming down to the Alpen Glow (Hayward, long gone) and recording them. Afterwards, Tim Anderson came with me to go out to John's house in Berkeley to give it a listen, but we got t-boned by a drunk and rolled my van and so at 4 in the morning John came back out and got all my equipment before they towed my van. I never did get to hear that tape but at least we weren't hurt or have any of my equipment damaged which was amazing as at the time it was like being in a clothes dryer tumbling with stuff that could hurt!

My beautiful cello, built by my dad, Peter Schantz

And now at Apple iTunes you can search for Folsom Follies and Syncopated Noise and buy single songs from them!!!!!!!!!! Between the free play at Apple and the free play at CD Baby, you can get a fair idea of the sound.

My earliest memory of wrestling was seeing Ray Stevens get thrown out of the ring a good 20 feet through the air and being knocked out cold at KTVU with Roy Shire's All Star Wrestling. They weren't prepared with a stretcher, so the announcer, Walt Harris, kind of fumbled around for about ten minutes before he realized Ray was out cold legit and they got him out during the commercial break. Last year (2006) I got to meet Ray's daughter and told her I really appreciated Ray's work. The first time I made it to the Cow Palace for the AWA I got to see Mad Dog Vachon and Jerry Blackwell go at it, by the end of the match they were outside the ring and security was holding me back as I was only about six feet away from them. Afterwards a couple came down to the ring to look at the gore and the guy was telling his girl about blood caps when I interrupted and said "Excuse me, I was six feet away and I assure you Mad Dog was biting Jerry with real teeth and I could see real blood" They gave me a horrified look and left. The second time I went I had the extreme pleasure of flinging some spittle at Bobby the Brain Heenan as Hulk Hogan chased him and Nick Bockwinkle out of the building. That was one of the last AWA shows at the Cow Palace before Vince McMahon started his rise to the top. The last AWA show I remember seeing was at the old Kaiser Auditorium in Oakland. My dad used to work for the city of Oakland and had his own set of keys to the building and I had an intimate knowledge of the layout from running around inside as a kid so I knew where we could sit to see the ring and backstage. I remember we were running late and my friend had forgotten his camera and wanted me to go back to his house but I was too excited to get there which turned out to be a terrible mistake. The top bill that night was Sargent Slaughter against Larry Zybysko for the world championship and we saw them break kayfabe backstage and my friend had a fit because he had no camera. Interestingly enough, in April 2003, I caught Bob Remus (Sargent Slaughter) out in the parking lot and told him that Hulk should lose the Hendrix song he was using as a heel and go back to using Real American and turn face because of the war. Possibly because I was wearing armani with a black shirt and white tie (my John Gotti suit, see picture above) Bob gave me a strange look and broke kayfabe (again) and told me that they were going to do exactly that and my friends were totally surprised when I predicted it and it happened right on cue. That was a great night, I was almost in a Steve Austin angle because I was standing close by where they were filmimg Steve roar into the building in his truck and the director looked at me and said "Are you working?" as Vince is well known for not telling everbody everything. I said no and the director asked if I could stand a little farther away as I was attracting attention being the only well dressed person there. Later that night (I had a ringside seat) some kid accused me of being a narc, he must have been a dealer. I whipped out my medical cannabis club card on him and that made him even more paranoid. My friends who were watching as it was a live broadcast of RAW actually saw me at ringside, it was a great show, one of the best times I've ever had with my clothes on.

This is my best backstage story, the time I met The Beach Boys and Chicago- It was the summer of 1975 and they were touring together. The p.a. was being shipped by Saturn Airways where my old pal Marla Fry was working and she told me when and where the Lear Jet with the guys would be landing. The night before the show we had an indoor party at Hammerhead Ranch which ended about 2AM. Tim Anderson told me he could get Bobby Encinas to whip out his suicide door Lincoln and we would go meet the Beach Boys and Chicago at 4:30AM. There was no one there when we got to the airport so Timmy and Bobby left me and went to Jack in the Box. Naturally, as soon as they left, the Bill Graham crew pulled up and started to unload the cargo plane. The Lear Jet pulled up, I walked over to it, the band got out and handed me a couple of guitars (they thought I was with BGP) and we stood around shooting the shit waiting for the cabs. Bobby pulled back up just before the cabs got there so I said to Dennis Wilson would you like to go in the Lincoln and he and two roadies jumped in the Lincoln with some guitars and away we went. We drove to the entrance of the Coliseum and then got stuck as the parking lot was still locked and we didn't know the back way in so me and Timmy hopped out of the car with Dennis and we left Bobby sitting there as we made our way across the parking lot. By the time we got backstage about 300 hundred people were following us as Dennis was obviously recognizable. Bill Graham wouldn't let us stay backstage but he gave me and Timmy each $20 and let us out into the show.

In the seventies, I ran three speakeasies, the Goat Farm, the Bockman Road Tearoom, and Hammerhead Ranch. In the old tradition, there was always food and drink, live music and sex and drugs. The Goat Farm was the first. It was in the Marina area of San Leandro on 135th and was owned by Paul Zahtilla who was the father of my friend Dirk, a kick ass drummer who played with Steve Garland's(Sacramento rock station manager for 100.3) power trio when Steve was 16 and then later formed the short lived Fermented Diaper with me and Mike Riley from Hammerhead. The cool thing for hitting on chicks was the bonsai garden Dirk kept(how'd you like to look at my bonsai garden got me laid once!) and the way the house was laid out everyone who knew us came round back to the kitchen door, the front door was kept locked for "speakeasy reasons". The second one was the Bockman Road Tearoom. Located in San Lorenzo on Bockman Road, it had actually been a tearoom with a huge kitchen and a really expensive neon sign which we always left on if we were partying which was most of the time. It sat behind a gas station and during the gas "crisis" of 1973-74 we never ever had to worry about odd or even days as the kids that worked there were fans of Hammerhead. The last was Hammerhead Ranch on Crow Canyon Road in Castro Valley. It simply was too awesome to describe here, but here's a story.!!!!!!7/4/74 Y&T headlines their first big show at Hammerhead Ranch after being together only six months. I paid Meniketti $150 mostly in ones after their second song and told him the show's over whenever you feel like stopping. They kicked ass and we made good profit that night.


LINKS *Slim at myspace* *oilmusicascap videos at YouTube including the Cyclectric interview, God Bless the USA, and DO IT!* *Buy Syncopated Noise at CD Baby* also at Apple iTunes Amazonmp3.fm Napster.com *Buy Folsom Follies at CD Baby* also at Apple iTunes Amazon.com Napster.com See my latest release "Jacked Up On Interferon" at England's newest record label, Preaching Blues Recordings	Dave "Slim" Chance and oilmusicascap are currently in preproduction working on the new " Tulelake Candyjazz Project" featuring Poinciana and The Look of Love and more songs in the easy listening mode. When I found the "secret" Cal ISO location, I made them so paranoid they removed a 1000 pound rock with the street number on it that had been placed there by the city of Folsom, at the time there were many people upset with how they distributed power during peak and overload times, my joke was to use the "Cyclectric" to sell them 500 watts for beer money. This became the cover picture for my cd "Folsom Follies". The Hammerhead Story Around 1970 Doug Thorpe (guitar) Kevin Slater (drums) Robert Sermac (sax) and George Lasaro (bass) started Hammerhead in the San Lorenzo Castro Valley area of California just south of San Leandro and Oakland. Mike Riley, lead guitar for John Gady's band "Sunshine" had just left after Bill Graham had recorded them but they couldn't agree on a mix and the band broke up, so Hammerhead snapped up Mike Riley. Various musicians went through the band which at one time included a full horn section and backup female singers. The band fell apart around 1973, but in 1974 Dave Schantz (me on bass) Mitch Brum (drums) and Mike Riley rented a 13 acre ranch outside of Castro Valley where we proceeded to build an indoor ballroom and an outdoor stage and we threw many concerts and were quite well known. Then, I produced the Hammerhead album, but made a very bad mistake by having the rythm guitar go direct, I should have used the Marshall. After that, we floundered for a while and eventually broke up but it was fun while it lasted. As a result of my production error I became a recording engineer and the quality of my work improved immensely and I hope you will agree when you hear the my stuff at CD Baby.	The famous ethanol distillery pioneer Floyd Butterfield personally told me how he used to love running his old pickup on the pure alcohol he distilled just so he could pull up to a randomly picked house and ask the people if he could put some water in his tank and then blow minds by putting the garden hose in his tank and adding water, the engine would run on as low as 160 proof alcohol which is no longer available in California and many other states. My next project is to convert my Stingray to run on alcohol boosted with hydrogen and say goodbye to gasoline forever.
I knew John Nady (Nady Wireless) before he was rich and famous. He had a band called Captain Nasty and his Loose Chains with my old pal Rusty Trapps on drums and Billy Ray Teague on bass. John had just put together his first couple of really solid FM guitar transmitters with Radio Shack parts and the cheapest Radio Shack FM tuner they had and was starting to play out a lot. At the time(1972-3),I had one of the only two Sony 4 track reel to reel recorders on the west coast and as this was before the Teac 4 trk revolution I was in hot demand as a rock recorder, anyway, Rusty talks me into coming down to the Alpen Glow (Hayward, long gone) and recording them. Afterwards, Tim Anderson came with me to go out to John's house in Berkeley to give it a listen, but we got t-boned by a drunk and rolled my van and so at 4 in the morning John came back out and got all my equipment before they towed my van. I never did get to hear that tape but at least we weren't hurt or have any of my equipment damaged which was amazing as at the time it was like being in a clothes dryer tumbling with stuff that could hurt!	*My beautiful cello, built by my dad, Peter Schantz* And now at Apple iTunes you can search for Folsom Follies and Syncopated Noise and buy single songs from them!!!!!!!!!! Between the free play at Apple and the free play at CD Baby, you can get a fair idea of the sound. My earliest memory of wrestling was seeing Ray Stevens get thrown out of the ring a good 20 feet through the air and being knocked out cold at KTVU with Roy Shire's All Star Wrestling. They weren't prepared with a stretcher, so the announcer, Walt Harris, kind of fumbled around for about ten minutes before he realized Ray was out cold legit and they got him out during the commercial break. Last year (2006) I got to meet Ray's daughter and told her I really appreciated Ray's work. The first time I made it to the Cow Palace for the AWA I got to see Mad Dog Vachon and Jerry Blackwell go at it, by the end of the match they were outside the ring and security was holding me back as I was only about six feet away from them. Afterwards a couple came down to the ring to look at the gore and the guy was telling his girl about blood caps when I interrupted and said "Excuse me, I was six feet away and I assure you Mad Dog was biting Jerry with real teeth and I could see real blood" They gave me a horrified look and left. The second time I went I had the extreme pleasure of flinging some spittle at Bobby the Brain Heenan as Hulk Hogan chased him and Nick Bockwinkle out of the building. That was one of the last AWA shows at the Cow Palace before Vince McMahon started his rise to the top. The last AWA show I remember seeing was at the old Kaiser Auditorium in Oakland. My dad used to work for the city of Oakland and had his own set of keys to the building and I had an intimate knowledge of the layout from running around inside as a kid so I knew where we could sit to see the ring and backstage. I remember we were running late and my friend had forgotten his camera and wanted me to go back to his house but I was too excited to get there which turned out to be a terrible mistake. The top bill that night was Sargent Slaughter against Larry Zybysko for the world championship and we saw them break kayfabe backstage and my friend had a fit because he had no camera. Interestingly enough, in April 2003, I caught Bob Remus (Sargent Slaughter) out in the parking lot and told him that Hulk should lose the Hendrix song he was using as a heel and go back to using Real American and turn face because of the war. Possibly because I was wearing armani with a black shirt and white tie (my John Gotti suit, see picture above) Bob gave me a strange look and broke kayfabe (again) and told me that they were going to do exactly that and my friends were totally surprised when I predicted it and it happened right on cue. That was a great night, I was almost in a Steve Austin angle because I was standing close by where they were filmimg Steve roar into the building in his truck and the director looked at me and said "Are you working?" as Vince is well known for not telling everbody everything. I said no and the director asked if I could stand a little farther away as I was attracting attention being the only well dressed person there. Later that night (I had a ringside seat) some kid accused me of being a narc, he must have been a dealer. I whipped out my medical cannabis club card on him and that made him even more paranoid. My friends who were watching as it was a live broadcast of RAW actually saw me at ringside, it was a great show, one of the best times I've ever had with my clothes on.	This is my best backstage story, the time I met The Beach Boys and Chicago- It was the summer of 1975 and they were touring together. The p.a. was being shipped by Saturn Airways where my old pal Marla Fry was working and she told me when and where the Lear Jet with the guys would be landing. The night before the show we had an indoor party at Hammerhead Ranch which ended about 2AM. Tim Anderson told me he could get Bobby Encinas to whip out his suicide door Lincoln and we would go meet the Beach Boys and Chicago at 4:30AM. There was no one there when we got to the airport so Timmy and Bobby left me and went to Jack in the Box. Naturally, as soon as they left, the Bill Graham crew pulled up and started to unload the cargo plane. The Lear Jet pulled up, I walked over to it, the band got out and handed me a couple of guitars (they thought I was with BGP) and we stood around shooting the shit waiting for the cabs. Bobby pulled back up just before the cabs got there so I said to Dennis Wilson would you like to go in the Lincoln and he and two roadies jumped in the Lincoln with some guitars and away we went. We drove to the entrance of the Coliseum and then got stuck as the parking lot was still locked and we didn't know the back way in so me and Timmy hopped out of the car with Dennis and we left Bobby sitting there as we made our way across the parking lot. By the time we got backstage about 300 hundred people were following us as Dennis was obviously recognizable. Bill Graham wouldn't let us stay backstage but he gave me and Timmy each $20 and let us out into the show.
In the seventies, I ran three speakeasies, the Goat Farm, the Bockman Road Tearoom, and Hammerhead Ranch. In the old tradition, there was always food and drink, live music and sex and drugs. The Goat Farm was the first. It was in the Marina area of San Leandro on 135th and was owned by Paul Zahtilla who was the father of my friend Dirk, a kick ass drummer who played with Steve Garland's(Sacramento rock station manager for 100.3) power trio when Steve was 16 and then later formed the short lived Fermented Diaper with me and Mike Riley from Hammerhead. The cool thing for hitting on chicks was the bonsai garden Dirk kept(how'd you like to look at my bonsai garden got me laid once!) and the way the house was laid out everyone who knew us came round back to the kitchen door, the front door was kept locked for "speakeasy reasons". The second one was the Bockman Road Tearoom. Located in San Lorenzo on Bockman Road, it had actually been a tearoom with a huge kitchen and a really expensive neon sign which we always left on if we were partying which was most of the time. It sat behind a gas station and during the gas "crisis" of 1973-74 we never ever had to worry about odd or even days as the kids that worked there were fans of Hammerhead. The last was Hammerhead Ranch on Crow Canyon Road in Castro Valley. It simply was too awesome to describe here, but here's a story.!!!!!!7/4/74 Y&T headlines their first big show at Hammerhead Ranch after being together only six months. I paid Meniketti $150 mostly in ones after their second song and told him the show's over whenever you feel like stopping. They kicked ass and we made good profit that night.