Yeah, we’ve been feeling the need to acknowledge those who inspire us as of late, so we’d be amiss if we didn’t offer up this tribute to Freddie Mercury, the giant of the stage who passed on 20 years ago. He’s missed, so we attempted a little seance and came up with this track. Hope you enjoy it!
Gunfighter Nation has posted a handful of new tracks in recent weeks, with more still in the corral gettin’ saddled-up as I write…
The most recent is the bonkers “New Age Techno” track, “Feel the Green,” that features a soothing meditation led by none other than Guru Shirley MacLaine. Enjoy it here: Feel the Green
Yup, barely a year-old, Gunfighter Nation is gonna strip down and make ourselves known to the world’s most notorious street fair: San Francisco’s Folsom Street Fair on September 25, 2011. Make sure you arrive early because we’re opening the fair, playing at 11am on the 7th Street Stage. So whether you’re headed to brunch or coming home from a nasty night before, come check us out! Check out this vid for a peep at what’s in store…
Gunfighter Nation, along with electro monsters Robot Bomb Shelter and Phone Sex Operators, are set to play Milk Bar, on San Francisco’s legendary Haight Street, August 24th, which is a Wednesday, y’all! Join us. Info below.
Ok, If you’ve followed Gunfighter Nation ’round these parts you’ve probably noticed a word that we like to use in reference to our friends, our followers, and even ourselves. That word is “hooplehead” and its left more than a few of you scratching your own heads. I know of one enterprising young cowpoke who searched the word on the interwebs only to learn of the definition and cry fowl: “Hey, that’s not me! That’s an insult!” Well, here’s the story kimosabe: “hooplehead” seems to be a neologism invented by the writers of the HBO show “Deadwood” (RIP) to refer to an everyday fellow, one of the unwashed, huddled masses; not someone you’ll see escorted into VIP lounges or keeping fashionable company. The truth is that Gunfighter Nation, coming so late into this music thang, and with so little cred, experience, connections, or chance of makin’ it, consider ourselves, well, you guessed it: hoopleheads. Check out this delish clip from Deadwood to get the real flavor of the jerky.