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Skiing In Vienna © 1973 Jerry Boutot

We’re just three young men with a goal and a plan
We’re gonna build a cabin and live off the land
When things get rough and the heat moves in
We’re gonna take our money and the fun comes when we go

Skiing In Vienna – Smoking in the fields of Mexico
Skiing in Vienna – Blowing all our dough in Reno
Skiing in Vienna – Smoking Acapulco Gold
Skiing in Vienna – Making time in Rio

In Little Rock, Arkansas just outside of town
We went in with our shotguns and blew the place down
We rocked all the banks and a couple of stores
The police were using cannons and we knew we had to go

Skiing In Vienna – Smoking in the fields of Mexico
Skiing in Vienna – Blowing all our dough in Reno
Skiing in Vienna – Smoking Acapulco Gold
Skiing in Vienna – Making time in Rio

We’re going down the highway the police on our tails
I stepped on the gas and I started to sail
We got to the shack, uncovered the floor, we took all our money and proceeded to go

Skiing In Vienna – Smoking in the fields of Mexico
Skiing in Vienna – Blowing all our dough in Reno
Skiing in Vienna – Smoking Acapulco Gold
Skiing in Vienna – Making time in Rio

About the Technology used:

All of the music you hear is programmed. Everything. Drums, Bass, Guitar, and Keyboard. Vocals were recorded by me in early February 2011. Equipment/Instruments:

About the song:

Where do I begin… OK… how about at the beginning? In 1973 I was 14 years old. It was some time during the ’72-73 school year, probably during the winter and I’m going to make a guess it was in early 73. I was in a band called Cadence with my friends Jon, Noel, Tim, and Bruce. The band was actually quite good for our age. We eventually went on to perform the entire rock opera Tommy (The Who) in the spring of 1974 at City Hill Middle School, then GodSpell the following year, as the live performing band for a group of really talented young Modern Dancers directed by the sister of our keyboardist Jon. Actually he was an Organist – because back then they didn’t call ’em keyboard players since the only keyboards were piano and organ. Synthesizers did exist but they were pretty much the domain of already established mega stars with big $$$. I think the ARP 2600 went for close to $3000 back then and that was the equivalent of probably $15,000 today. I could be wrong about the price and feel free to correct me in the comments… But I digress…

So I’m hanging out in my basement bedroom with my friend Paul. We were two-thirds of a three man life-saver theft ring (yes we stole life-savers and gum and sold them at school – a veritable mini-mafia hahaha) that was made up of myself, Paul, and Dean. I don’t know why Dean wasn’t there that day, maybe it was because my Mother got nervous when all three of us were together…. don’t remember, but she probably did and that’s why we hung out mostly at Dean’s house in the garage taking turns standing on a wooden milk crate and Air-Karaoke-ing with Alice Cooper’s Billion Dollar Babies album. Yes, we were really doing that. No, we weren’t gay (in the derogatory-term sense not the homophobic sense what do you think I’m not PC???) we were just adolescents experiencing the beginnings of a wild streak that would culminate in our discovery of the dreaded marijuana (Marijuana’s bad…. ‘m-kay?) a year or so later, which would eventually culminate in the discovery and semi-abuse (did I say semi?) of hallucinogenics (which incidentally I attribute to my seemingly built-in ability to write complex arrangements without proper training because of my constant habit of tripping and listening to stacks of Pink Floyd albums blindfolded with headphones on…) …. where the heck was I? Oh yeah – Jerry, Paul and Dean…. me and Paul hanging in my basement talking… So Paul comes up with the bright idea that when we grow up, we’d be bank robbers. We would live in a cabin far out in the woods where no one would easily find us. For survival, we’d rob banks. But he had one heck of a plan… we would pick only smallish towns, blow up a building or two in different parts of town to get the police and fire personnel busy at those scenes and then we’d just walk into the bank during the chaos and calmly rob it and we’d have little interference with the law since they were all too busy to get there very quickly… We would have a Van… you remember Van’s, right? Way before Mini-Vans and SUV’s were Vans. You could buy them completely empty save for a couple of bucket seats in the front. Some had no windows. You know, the kind of Van that psycho guy in The Silence of the Lambs used to snare that fat girl (you know the guy – the one with the deep voice and penchant for designing girl-suits out of girl-skin). That kind of van. We would have one and we’d mount a military grade machine gun at the back on a tripod so if the cops were ever chasing us we’d just throw the back doors open and (machine gun fire sounds go here but I can’t figure out how to spell them)….. So as the conversation progressed, the idea that if we got caught, we’d just take up the floorboards in our cabin in the woods and take the money and leave the country. Even though Reno is not out of the country – hehehe. Reno got added into the lyrics way later when the song was actually getting put together (like 3 hours later). I pretty much wrote the song around the ideas and suggestions Paul had, so he deserves some credit for his contribution.

That was the birth of this song. I grabbed my notebook and guitar and wrote the skeleton of what would eventually become a song that was ultimo-famouso in our tiny little town. Probably several hundred people had heard that song over the next year or two, and some of them still remember it today. When they hear it they’ll more than likely remember it.

So my band, Cadence, got hold of the song and a few modifications were made and the song was practiced a lot and played at various functions like school dances, a Jaycees sponsored dance or concert or something like that, a show performed from the Band-shell on the Green – Choir exchange concerts (and that’s another story – see the Post Script below) etc. The last time I ever played that song was for a friend of mine in the Air Force back in 1977 (you know who you are R.M.) and when I re-connected to him on Facebook, he said “Hey I remember that song… Skiing Indiana!!!” and I corrected him (but when you listen it does sound a little like Skiing Indiana doesn’t it?) but I was pretty amazed that he remembered it. I only played it a couple of times on my acoustic guitar. I thought, yes this is a catchy tune that a lot of people will get stuck in their heads and be forever condemned to whistling the chorus for the rest of their lives…. ooops, Sorry! Lost my mind for a minute!

Well, there you have it. Adolescent dreams of becoming bank robbers. How much more Rock-n-Roll can you get?

Jerry

Post-Script: In 1975 or so, I was involved in an Exchange concert with the Choir at our school. We went to Vienna Virgina, and our band Cadence played Skiing in Vienna down there at a dance that was held for the two choirs… I got in a lot of trouble over something surrounding the number 9-10 (anybody who was there will know what that means).

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