Ladies and Gentleman, the lovely and talented Mary Huff.

(I have seen Southern Culture on The Skids live in concert at least 12 times, more or less. I have seen them live so many times that I don’t really recall all the shows. One thing I do remember, however, is meeting, working with, drinking, eating and hang’n with SCOTS. Whether it was dildo shopping with Mary, searching the streets for Samosas with Rick, or talking piccolo snares with Dave, the constant in all the time spent was they are good people.  Here’s an interview with Ms. Mary Huff done by my man Big Willy Smith from the Houston Press done a bit back that sums up the crew from Chapel Hill. – Dan)

How did the Southern Culture on the Skids concept come about?

Mary Huff: In the early ’80s, the whole roots music scene was so predictable. We just wanted to screw with it a little. Revision, not revival.

You have been at this since 1983. Do you hang together during down time or just get completely away from each other?

MH: I love days off to myself whenever possible, but it usually ends up like this: work with Rick all day, party with Dave all night.

Does the SCOTS stuff creep into your everyday life, or is it something you try to put away?

MH: There is no escaping it, really. Chapel Hill is a small town, and our studio is rural countryside where your neighbor burns trash and the wild dogs are chasing the hawks that are chasing the snakes that are chasing me.

The band has so many wacky songs. Are you involved in the writing?

MH: Rick writes ’em, but I’m definitely the sounding board. I’ll let him know if it sucks.

What’s your favorite thing about your hardcore fans?

MH: I love it when fans dress up like us at shows. It seems like there are more bouffants in the audience now than ever before. The Bumpits generation are keepin’ it real.

What was your worst fan moment?

MH: A super-jerk at a club show in Pensacola decided to throw a 60-ounce beer on me. It soaked me and my equipment. I just froze with disbelief. I looked at Rick and Dave, who never quit playing. I saw red, dropped my bass and dove in the audience and walloped that dude. Wait, that might be a favorite fan moment.

Worst thing about touring?

MH: Carrying all my stuff from point A to point B in an endless cycle. That and hangovers, of course.

What do you think of when you think of Houston?

MH: The night ZZ Top and our friend Cindy danced the Mexi-Melt with us at the Fabulous Satellite Lounge.