First Photos from Last Thursday, 17 Apr 08: Billy Currington, Dallas Davidson, Chad Bradford, Wade Boggs and More Were Here!

Question: Why is Fast Eddy Sheenan of Sunny's Deli and his buddy smiling ear to ear this past Thursday, Apr. 17, 2008?

Answer: They just copped some autographs from Boston Red Sox's Wade Boggs AND they were treated to an impromptu Billy Currington show at Cowboy Bill's.



Hey Y'all,

It's Wednesday, soon to be Ladies Night at Cowboy Bill's (in a few hours), as I write this.

Blogger.com fixed their buggy applications late today. So I've finally added all of last Thursday night's photos from my camera to this chronicle of last week.

As I am behind on some personal stuff, I'll add comments and tell the story later about who dropped in unexpectedly, what it was like and so on.

I'll do that from work tonight with our wireless laptop.

Meanwhile, enjoy the photos. If you want to save any of them to your hard drive simply right click on them and then click SAVE.


Over and out at 5:44 PM Wednesday, 23 Apr 08,
DJ Rowdy


p.s. I've got much better photos coming atcha from this past Friday night at Mallory Square and Cowboy Bills taken with a Nikon D-40 camera. The Saturday night photos will even top those from Friday.

Again, here is what it was like last Thursday (the town was dead) at the bar. See if you can identify Wade Boggs, Dallis Davidson, Billy Currington and Chad Bradford.

Hope to see some of y'all tonight, Wednesday, 23 Apr 08, which will again have another one of our World Famous Sexy Bull Riding contests. Top prize, ladies, is $200 cash. Also, ladies drink free from 9-11PM. See you at the club later tonight!

And don't forget tomorrow night, we have our monthly Pendleton Whiskey Bull Riding Competition for men with a $200 cash top prize.

That's Wade Boggs (Boston Red Sox great) in the island shirt. Wade did not turn down one single autograph or photo op.

The famous Joe Carter airbrushed ad on the side of the Saloon Bar roof

A couple of crowd shots of tourists thinking "What the hell is this bar doing in the middle of Nowhere of Key West?

Answer: It's damn hard to find, but damn worth it!"

That's Tom (in the left foreground) and Jake checking I.D.s at bottom left. Okay, they are also probably on their mic to the inside guys, saying, "Woah, wait 'til you guys see the women who just walked in." But in this shot, it's just guys coming in to scope the hottest female customers in the town, no question.

Speaking of the hot wommen who frequent Cowboy Bill's, may these four give up college and move here permanently!

Come on, Ladies, what's more important, Med School or Honky Tonking?

Why does Chad Bradford score a Ms. Irene and Ms. Christ Sammich?

No fair, Country Boy! You can survive, but leave the rest of us bumpkins with some scraps, eh?

There's a plane leaveing out of here tonight . . . and and we hope there are 2 empty seats belonging to the two young ladies dancing with our bartender, Ainsley, on the bar . . .

Photos directly below is of Joe our bartender repeating, "Gin and tonic, gin and tonic, lessee, I wonder what goes into a gin and tonic? Below the photo of Joe are a bunch of Billy Currington photos where he's jamming with Chad Bradford's Damn Band while Irene and Shannon our bartender dance, Captain Billy stands to the side smiling, and Wade Boggs poses with more female Red Sox fans.

All ages dancing to the Impromptu Billy Currington appearance on our stage, late Thursday, actually . . .

Friday morning somewhere between 2 and 3 AM . . . who is counting the time when it's magic?

On the left, rarely photographed, rumored oftened, the real "Cowboy Bill" the namesake of our bar. Bill hires our talent and speaks his mind directly . . . which is an absolute pleasure for us who worked in all the "BIG" bars of Key West where you never knew WTF was going on in the owners's minds. Bill (and Billy and Irene and RB) have given more to this community than any bar I've ever worked for . . . and that is 18 years folks. Anyway, Cowboy Bill is smiling because he's standing next to Dallas Davidson, one of the all time great songwriter/singers from Nashville. Dallas wrote "Honky Tonk Badonkadonak" for Trace Adkins among many other songs you might have stamped on your frontal lobes.

Julie from Fury Catamarans . . . biggest Billy Currington fan in Key West before Billy Currington appeared on our stage and down at the huge Mallory Square concert . . . squeezes Eric, King of the Jet Skis down at Ocean Key Resort, and screams, " I can't believe a lying DJ told me the truth about Billy Currington coming to town this week!"

"Hey, honey, the DJ just said that's Billy Currington on that stage with Chad Bradford's band

. . . but I don't believe him. My mother told me never to listen to anything a DJ said . . . "

Okay, the guy in the middle in shorts and sandles is the one and only Billy Currington. The lead guitar player, Jamie, is Chad Bradford's lead guitar player. Jamie was the "tour" guitar plaer for Billy Currington on his last major tour. One thing you learn about our bands at Cowboy Bill's is how all the hot musicians "stay busy" paying bills by touring. I think Jamie is with the right band (Chad Bradford) right now. Chad's new lineup is three young players who are "into the mystic", i.e., guys who can play and learn pratically anything thrown at them. And what else can I add about Billy Currington? Ace of a guy, a true NON-pain in the ass, NON-rockstar attitude all three days and nights he was in town. Billy's got a voice like honey and he's so humble and gracious. He deserves everything good which has happened to him, and deserves even more. Cowboy Bill's will never forget the magic you brought to Key West, Chad and Billy.

The guy on the left is Shannon, who works Security/Barback at Cowboy Bill's. The guy in the "Quicksilver" shirt is Jason or "Redneck". These guys are stand up types, crazy, funny, and I hope will stay away from the stage after the band goes off and never attempt a 3:45 AM version of "Dixieland Delight" which brings Cowboy Bill down to vent his wrath on us all. Although Shannon was exempt from that moment, he's just the type to start this shit again. Thus, I leave this as a photographic evidence trail for all of you to produce to Cowboy Bill when I'm fired again for letting the dogs loose on the stage. Remember, I wasn't singing, I was only on the ground laughing. Rightfully so. Have you heard these guys sing after 5 or 20 Jaggerbombs?

Jessica, our waitress and beertub babe's father, John, from Maryland. He works for Sysco. After his week down here, especially the Sunday party on a canal leading to the ocean, John was quietly contemplating a move to the Keys. At Cowboy Bills, John would always shake your hand. He kept moving throughout the crowd, smiling, and enjoying. I hope he moves down this way.

Chad Bradford's new drummer who is also named Chad. If I was young and pretty as this guy, I'd be doing underwear commercials and escorting Washington D.C. and NYC women to boring events for say $5,000 per hour.

Two of the three best and coolest bar owners on Planet Earth, Ms. Irene and Captain Billy. If I had a million dollars dumped in my lap, first thing I'd do is call them and Cowboy Bill, and say, "Go on a one month vacation . . . Let us run this sucker into the ground so you'd have something to do when you get back!" Note to the three: Rowdy Volume would be set at "11" with the knobs ripped off.

Chad Bradford, screaming, "Yo, Rowdy, pull my finger!"

So I did, and then the bar cleared.

Gas X, Chad, Gas X. I fell for that joke again . . .

wait'll Mr. Bradford comes back, I got his number!

I'm a confirmed Athesit, but I have to shout

"Lawd Have Mercy" for Mike, one of Security Guys lassooed by the calm, demure, shy, Ms. Cris at 4 AM.

We Men are going to suspend disbelief for a moment and hope Ms. Cris or Chris (I'll learn soon enough how she spells it) can pierce your flat screen at home and yank you thr0ugh to the Cowboy Bill's Universe?

Suffer the pain, guys. It only hurts for a little while. Chris about to administer a rope burn to some lucky guy who is running a little slow at Bar Closing Time.