Georgia Satellites AIN'T JUST WHISTLIN' DIXIE
"Don’t give me no lines and keep your hands to yourself..." That vocal line and the accompanying guitar lick gnawed its way through my skull and burrowed into my brain. Disc jockeys on the radio and in clubs ran it into the ground. Hundreds of bad bar bands added it to their repertoire.
Georgia Satellites AIN'T JUST WHISTLIN' DIXIE
by
Michael Lipton
“We were in Lexington, Ky., at the Ramada Inn lounge. The band didn’t know we were there and started (playing) ‘Keep Your Hands,’ and I thought, ‘Oh my God, it’s happening!’ The guitar player had three distortion pedals, a chorus and an echo. I could recognize the riff but it was like in a blizzard...and no, it wasn’t refreshing to hear it like that.”
—Georgia Satellites vocalist/guitarist Dan Baird
“Don’t give me no lines and keep your hands to yourself..."
That vocal line and the accompanying guitar lick gnawed its way through my skull and burrowed into my brain. Disc jockeys on the radio and in clubs ran it into the ground. Hundreds of bad bar bands added it to their repertoire. And a national study concluded “Keep Your Hands” could be performed expertly by a group of chimpanzees.
Just as I was about to dismiss the Georgia Satellites as a mindless bunch of Southern rockers, I listened past “the dumb catch line, the silly lyrics and the neo-classic guitar