Motel Dogfest
The dog.
A man’s best friend. Derived from wolves by early hunter-gatherer tribes, dogs became the first animal domesticated by humankind. Through the years the dog’s status has changed significantly, from hunting collaborator, to pet. The Pug was bred in the 900’s to be a playful companion of Chinese rulers. The Rottweiler came to prominence in Germany where its role quickly changed from shepherd to police companion during the approach of World War I. However, the point of this article is not to discuss the vast history of one of our favorite domesticated comrades. It is to inform you as to what type of dog each member of this band, Motel Breakfast, would be.
The Giant Schnauzer.
Arriving on the scene in the late seventeenth century, these German dogs were originally bred as protectors. They guarded butcher shops, stockyards, breweries, and so much more. Their appearance is stocky, with a short coat, and a medium length tail. And without coincidence, they are bearded, just like our singer and rhythm guitarist, Jimmy Drenovsky. However the similarities do not end there. They are protective and territorial when threatened. Both share an agility and flexibility that would surprise most. And above all else, they are both fiercely loyal, and will fight for the ones they love, or are meant to protect. A great dog to herd in a scattered hillside full of sheep, and a great frontman to reel in an unruly group of musicians. These two are kindred spirits, one born of Bavaria, which also happens to be the home of Jimmy’s favorite snack, the pretzel.
The Vizsla.
A lesser known dog hailing from Hungary, the Vizsla is a versatile dog. It can hunt, it can retrieve, it can point, and so much more. A lover of the outdoors, and a perfect confidant of the family, the Vizsla, like guitar god Mick O’Donnell, is loved and adored by all. Both are slim, brown eyed, and agreeable; energetic, affectionate, and caring. Mick and the Vizsla form quick bonds with the ones around them. Whether it’s a discussion over pop punk, or a scratch of approval from retrieving a pheasant, these two creatures will swiftly become a part of your inner circle. And once there, it will take a wrecking ball to remove them as they are both committed allies. Just do not neglect them in any way or they will whine. The Vizsla has been called a “velcro” dog, sharing a descriptor with most of Mick’s shoes.
The Rough Collie.
Thought to be a cross between Anglo-Saxon herding dogs and the Borzoi, a type of Russian Wolfhound, the Rough Collie has a distinct, almost handsome, look that one will not forget. It has a long coat which is typically tricolored. Its chest, usually white, with the rest of its body ranging anywhere from sable to black. The Rough Collie is a larger breed, with males weighing around eighty pounds. Its temperament is gentle. And just like our bassist Drue de Vente on stage, it shows no sign of nervousness or aggression. Both Drue and his canine counterpart play well with others. Whether it be a new diminished added nine chord, or an elaborate way to play dead, both are always eager to learn. However they can be reserved, and will benefit from being pushed into social situations. The Rough Collie also “relishes playing in the snow,” just like our Drue, who can be seen above drawing a map of the globe on a frozen lake in the dead of winter.
The Boston Terrier.
Originating in the late 1800’s, the Boston Terrier may ironically be our youngest breed discussed. It has a smaller size, and is compactly built and well proportioned. Adult males generally don’t exceed twenty pounds. The happy-go-lucky Boston Terrier is well known for its sense of humor. It rarely barks, unless it feels a threat toward itself or a loved one. Just like our Jesse Naz. The two share a similar stature, a predisposition for fun, and are protective of their own. Nevertheless these usually care free creatures can become cranky if their routines are disturbed. If the Boston Terrier has had a lack of sleep, or if Jesse is having a particularly bad sinus flare up, be forewarned you will endure some sass. But, this is a rare occurrence. Lastly, this dog and man share style. The Boston Terrier wears a white chest, with a black coat. Looking like a little gentleman that has taken off his bowtie for the evening, but kept on his tuxedo jacket while he enjoys one last night cap. This level of casual class is only matched by Jesse. Wearing one of his meticulously planned, and probably thrifted, outfits behind the drum kit, as he keeps our band afloat with a tempo to follow.
The English Bulldog.
First written about in the 1630’s the Bulldog was used for sport. It had a wild disposition and could be rowdy and unpredictable. Being thrown into the pen with, as its name suggests, a bull. However its temperament has changed over the years, and it has become more docile. Physically its head is large, and shoulders wide, and overall stature stocky. Similarly to me, your author and keyboard player, Conor. Having previously owned a Bulldog our likeness was made aware to me long before this article. We are both kind but determined, somewhat courageous but not aggressive, and definitely stubborn and at times lethargic. We also both have large heads. Not proven but probable, we both have deviated septums that cause us to be the resident snorers. And as we are creatures of habit, our routines, and solitude are important to us. But with that being said, we will be there for you whenever needed, and will never turn down a treat.
Thank you for reading the first entry of this online journal, and tune in next month for another installment.
In Solidarity,
Con