From Steven Schub:
Ladies and Gentlemen (and all those in between)!
I am proud to say, that tonight, Monday March 13th 2006, at
The Waldorf Astoria Hotel in New York City, The Fenwicks' Founding
Father, Patron Saint, and Spiritual Godfather- The King, The Backbeat
and The Heartbeat of Southern Rock N' Roll, The Ever-Lovin' Livin'
Legend Himself- Mr. Artimus Pyle, (and his band Lynyrd Skynyrd), will
officially be inducted into "The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame". No
friends, there probably won't be barking, but knowing Artie, you can
rest assured, that this "Hallowed Hall" ain't never gonna be the same
For 17 years Artimus slammed the skins, and beat the drums,
for the Greatest American Rock Band of All Time- Lynyrd Skynyrd.
("Freebird", "Sweet Home Alabama", "Gimme Three Steps", "What's Your
Name", "Simple Man", the list just goes on and on...). And with lead
singer Ronnie Van Zant gone, there is no one alive who better embodies
the message and the music of Lynyrd Skynyrd than Artimus Pyle. All of
us here in Kibbutz Fenwick send our love, respect, and imperial
boatloads of Mazel Tovs out to Artimus. If you love us, you love this
man- for without him, there would be no "us". (I mean this quite
literally. For those unfamiliar with the all-too-strange but true tale,
of how this Southern Rock God, discovered this here spaz singing for a
punk band called "Jew2" in Jerusalem Israel, and then re-discovered me
years later working as a bell-boy in New York City, flew Jim Corrieri
and I to Jacksonville, and created The Fenwicks in 72 hours, well you
wouldn't believe me if I told you, so simply click on this to read The
-And if ya'll want auditory evidence, click on this, to hear a
super-duper rare recording of Artimus Pyle playing drums with your very
own Fenwicks, on a truly twisted cover version of Jimi Hendrix's "Manic
Depression" (ya gotta scroll down a bit, it's just under "Truth &
-For all Artimus Pyle related info, (including news on his upcoming
solo record: "Artimus Venomous"), hit his website:
In closing, to quote our "Southern Rock Rabbi" Mr. Pyle: "What a world,
what a world, what a world!"
-In joy, mirth, and joviality,
Schubieshake and The Flabbergasting Freedom-wuvin' Fenwicks....
p.s. Oh, and um, one final note:
As the oh, so surreal events of the last few weeks will surely testify:
It apparently pays to be a Fenwick fan! What do I mean by such hubris
unt arrogance? Well, see here: It's an ancient, age-old adage, a
time-tested chestnut of Show-Biz Wiz-Dumb, a Hollyweird Axiom, if you
will: "If you're on The Fenwicks' email list, you are destined for
greatness!" (See Phil, Bennett and Artimus for details...) It should be noted
however, that if you are actually IN The Fenwicks... well, you'll
apparently starve for life and dance in oblivion. But that's a whole
'nother story- for me, my 6-foot invisible bunny rabbit, and my team of
therapists... Seriously though, just jesting, not kvetching. Life's
been good to us 'Wix. We dig our subterranean existence as underground
underdogs, I swear!