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Where did the idea for this show come from.

Many, many years ago... (circa 2003) I had a brainstorm of an idea.  I wanted to create a Public Access television show similar in nature to "Wayne's World", but with a pirate theme.  It was going to be called "Necrovision TV" and would have a house band much like the Tonight Show with David Letterman.  It was a comedy show with a mixture of styles akin to Benny Hill, Mel Brooks, and Monty Python.  But the more I looked into the cost of doing a television production, the more I realized this was out of my league budget wise.  So I abandoned the show & focused all my efforts on the musical group, with strong interest in keeping it as theatrical production based as I could.

The early 2000's was a weird time in the music business.  Content sharing sites like "Napster" hadn't yet changed the landscape of media distribution irrevocably.  At least not yet.  All the big music labels were destined to go off the cliff like lemmings.  And of those that have since survived, hardly any of the people or it's public demographic compared to their former glory.   The country still wasn't over the shock of the Sept 11 terrorist attack on the World Trace Center.  America all walked around with a generalized sense of anxiety & depression.  Building up to that same era in history, my own personal life was on a downward spiral.  I'd spent years as a high functioning alcoholic, and was later seduced into the world of illicit drug abuse.  It started off harmless enough with whippits, Ketamin, Mary Jane & then later a hit of LSD at a college party.  Typical experimentation that college students do, really.  But once I graduated to the nose candy (go-dust, great white buffalo, or simply "blow") , it all stumbled downhill on the express train to hell.  I don't think it unreasonable to state I may well have outdone Ozzy when it comes to lifetime quantity consumed.  But just like a lot of other people's sob stories, I figured out where I was headed a day late & dollar short, ended up going through a bloody divorce & a devastating bankruptcy a year later.  I lost my best friends, the respect of family & most importantly I threw myself into a self-imposed assylum of masochism & self-loathing.  It was during & in the aftermath of all that chaos that "Necrovision" wrote its best, most controversial content.  But behaviorally, psychologically & emotionally I was still a wreck.  I had to gut out a very long term commitment, attending outpatient therapy with a psychologist to un-do all the "broken-ness" of my early adulthood.  And when I came out of it years later, I didn't connect with the dysfunction of the music anymore.  In the early life of the show I was sometimes a dick to my band mates.  They'd show up to my place to practice & I'd have to cancel on them so I could go make a dope run & fend off the cravings.  So things were very on & off with practices, recording & live performances.  When it was good at Necrovision, it was damn good & we immortalized those flashes of lighting as it happened.  But ultimately I had to put my sobriety & mental health first.  None of my fellow band mates had ever done anything remotely connected to drug use, so they didn't understand me & I'm still sorry I put them through it.  I believe they only hung on as long as they did because they shared my vision for the show, enjoyed playing parts far-removed from the somewhat unremarkable personalities we have, and the music is unlike anything written before.

 

In March of 2014 I began planning the resurrection of "Necrovision's" best musical content, but wanted to re-brand the show with something less gothic sounding & more indicative of the libidinous, party animal, bohemian culture the production has always had.  And that's how we ended up becoming "Debaucherous".  When I was writing much of the back-story for Necrovision in 2003 I did so in a short novel format, using that name as the title.  Not knowing that some day we'd have to re-brand.  So picking out a new name was easy.   Later that year I side tracked myself by joining my brother's cover band "All or Nothing" out of Bedford, IN and toured short haul engagements in Louisville, Ky, and every city in southern IN with more than 50K people in it.  I'm sure other working musicians won't fault me for doing the cover thing for awhile.  Running an all original band is expensive & I sadly needed some hardware upgrades.  I left "All or Nothing" in April of 2019, vowing to make good on my promise to bring my show back.  I had already purchased the props to turn my stage lighting into sloop rigged sails, bought more Par64 cans for the trusses & even purchased a new stage snake.  But right about the time I was ready to pull the trigger on playing "open stages" or hiring new crew, the Corona-Virus stepped in & trashed that agenda in monumentally devastating fashion.  Ever since, we've been on furlough, at least until the zombie plague is gone. Today the only member in Debaucherous is yours truly.  The rest of the crew's roster has yet to be filled, but we're actively seeking new candidates now.  (See our employment tab for details).

At Locals OnlyWe played nearly all our shows at humbly advertised "Locals Only ~ Music & Art bar" on N. Keystone Ave in Indianapolis, IN. This picture was taken just after our first live performance.  But sadly, we only played there two more times before the cigarette ban in all public venues drove the club out of business.  Much like most of Indy's other popular night clubs did post-ban.  In our hey-day, the members in the photo going left to right were: Rocky Griffith (aka: the Dread Pirate de Schlong), John Dashiel (Sven Thogrin ~ the Butcher), Mike Gallagher (Galchobhair Urquhart ~ the Mad Scot), and yours truly... the Marquis de Ceas'd.  (Click the thumbnail to see full size).  Photo taken Nov 7th, 2007.

 

Necrovision in its prime

Necrovision in May of 2009 ~ during our music video production.