When a band like ELI has been together for forty years, you know there are some great stories of things that have happened along the way. The tales told from the road are sometimes shocking and sometimes scary, but for the most part, these accounts of the past are usually some of the funniest things imaginable.

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And the little dog too…
In the early 1970’s my parents Jack & Marianne, owned a little bar/restaurant called The Cellar in a small Georgia town that was close to nothing special. Milledgeville, was a booming “miro-opolis” that is more famous for being home to one of the largest mental institutions in the Southeast than it is for being a sheer hotbed of entertainment, but my folks and the band ELI were determined to make a difference in that particular viewpoint.

I was but a wee lad – I am Irish/Scottish so I am allowed to say that – and although I was not privy to the debauchery of the nighttime entertainment that often ensued at The Cellar on nights that ELI performed, every once and a while I would have to wait for Mom as the band would load in their gear. I can still distinctly remember, a huge truck emblazoned with towering black and blue letters the word “ELI” and what my dad would call “a bunch of long-hairs” making repeated trips back and forth to the truck that seemed to never end. At the time, I had no idea what was going on, but I knew that I had my ultra cool Stretch Armstrong and that no matter what, he would protect me.

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