Anybody Here Seen My Old Friend MOLLY Hatchet?

Just before Molly Hatchet went onstage, Keith Johnson—their road manager— escorted me to an unusually good seat. I was three, maybe four feet from where Dave Hlubek would be playing. Of course, the audience couldn’t see me behind the amps, but what the hell. A dramatic example of the power and prestige of the press.

Johnson looked over at a roadie. “Don’t fuck with this guy,” he warned, “he’s from Circus magazine.” Ross Marino

Like I was saying, this is sure an interesting job, albeit a bit low-profile. Of course it doesn’t really matter where I’m from, even though a lot of nice people have suggested possible places I might wanna go. What matters here is Molly Hatchet, the thundering voice of Jacksonville, Florida. You remember Molly Hatchet: they’re the ones with the Frank Frazetta album covers that probably make Arnold Schwarznagger think it’s time he got serious about pumping iron.

On the other hand, maybe you don’t remember them. Their latest product (No