Welcome to the official Sexual Chocolates blog. Trick Lee, Crazy Dave, and Spark Plug have been hard at work getting ready for their reunion tour and this is the place where you'll learn all about the long hard road back to mediocre obscurity.
Each of the sexual chocolates had their own reason for leaving the stage and has traveled their own road back.
Spark Plug suffered an injury that took him away from the stage almost twenty years ago. During a show at the Sandy Lake Bumper Park Spark Plug mimed a sex act on a giant inflatable weenie, causing him to break his crotch. For Spark Plug, a broken crotch was a low blow. In his despair he battled many demons, chief among them a marker sniffing habit. But then Spark heard about Dr. Dingus and his revolutionary crotch procedure. With Dr. Dingus' help and after a lot of intensive crotch therapy, Spark Plug returns to the spotlight with his thrust capacity back to maximum!
Crazy Dave endured a small stint in a mental health facility when his ability to turn anything into a drum kit became an obsession. What he could do with a coffee filter, sauce pan, and strainer was greatly admired, but when he attempted to turn human remains into his latest drum set, it was clear he needed help. At first, Crazy Dave resisted therapy and instead used bedpans, IV bags, and other medical accouterments to create his own percussion section. With counseling and a whole lot of shock therapy, Crazy Dave eventually learned to control his drum building urges. He now returns to play the skins as a member of Sexual Chocolates.
Trick Lee survived death, but, for a time, wished he hadn't. Trick fell out with his band mates over his drinking. Trick had developed a taste for Zima and the rest of the band could not accept it. Some say Zima is the Yoko Ono of the Sexual Chocolates. After the band split, Trick tried his hand at a solo career with his first and only effort: Bag O' Trick. When Bag O' Trick sold only 4 copies, Trick's relationship with Zima deepened. He spent the next 15 years in a Zima coma, or a Zoma. It was only when Trick Lee caught Zima with a woman that he could finally let it go. With support from his former band mates he finally saw that Zima'd been into women the whole time.
Each member of Sexual Chocolates has made their own journey to find their way back together. Stay tuned for interviews with all three band members and classic video files.
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This "Where are have they been" blog was posted by Marci Goodhead. I'm sure Trick and Dave would agree when I say that Marci was our biggest, and best, groupie. There are a few inaccuracies I would like to clear up, and also give an update on what Marci Goodhead was up to during our break.
As we neared the end of the Strange Areola tour in early '92 it was becoming increasingly clear to Trick and I that a long break would follow it. Now we never would've guessed the break would be some 17 years, but it was obvious a break was coming. Dave was staring to live up to his nickname of Crazy Dave. As Marci Goodhead pointed out, Dave began looking to make the most outlandish, garish drum kits. He needed help.
When Marci Goodhead learned of our impending hiatus she became very despondent. And violent. We partied pretty hard after our last show, and I finally crashed in the wee hours. According to Trick, Marci Goodhead grabbed one of our stage props, an inflatable weinie, and she used it to mime a sex act on me. Down there. There was no long term physical damage though, but instead I developed a phobia and until recently I avoided weenie's of any kind like the plague.
Pills and booze became Marci's world for the next several years. She was the poster child for Zoloft. By the mid-nineties she tried to get back on her feet and join the real world again. She became a groupie of Color Me Badd, but it didn't work out. She finally started to come out of her haze when she moved on to the band Hanson. By the time she had went through all three brothers she was almost back to 100%
Thanks for clearing that up, Sparky. But I think you left an important detail. Yes, it's true, I violated you with an inflatable weinie, but I only assisted. Trick was on the other end of that weiner. Later, we all cried. Then vomitted. And I'm not just a groupie, you son of a bitch, I'm your manager. Now, get back to work and finish your new song, "I've Got a Teeny Weinie, but It's All Yours."
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