The brand new eponymous instrumental album "Sit Down, Servant!!" follows their acclaimed debut "I Was Just Trying To Help".  Following successful North American tours with Joe Satriani and George Thorogood along with headlining shows across Canada and  in their hometown Austin, Texas, look for Sit Down, Servant!! on tour in support of Joe Satriani across Europe June 2014.﻿

Sit Down, Servant!! is Gordie Johnson's latest musical creation: a band comprising of him playing a triple neck steel guitar and Moog bass pedals accompanied by Brannen Temple on drums. Both accomplished musicians in their own rights, with a breadth of experience and knowledge between them the duo take listeners on a musical journey. The group began with more traditional elements of gospel and blues that evolved to incorporate flavors with roots in areas like dub and hip-hop. Performances will see them drop into a jazz standard before journeying through the sounds of Miles Davis, shifting into Dave Brubeck, to The Police and then Mulatu Astatke - all in one song. "We converse musically without needing words or even visual cues." Johnson states. "We're very agile."

Archimedes' Revenge: 
Archimedes was born in 287 BC, died in 212 BC, and made undead shortly after. He was a prominent Greek scientist and is regarded as one of the greatest mathematicians of all time. During his studies in Alexandria he came across a script that was even ancient to his own era. It mentioned a food that if eaten could imbue a person with immortality. The fruit was called Ambrosia. He wanted to experiment with this fruit for the betterment of mankind but he himself was not an adventurer. However, Archimedes employed the talents of an unsung hero by the name of Cletoneous. 
Cletoneous was a local brawler that made his living fighting cattle with his bare feet. It was with these feet that he started on his journey to acquire the fabled Ambrosia. The only lead Archimedes was able to give Cletoneous was that a philosopher named Pythagoras had used it for ceremonies in his religious cult. Pythagoras had long been dead but his followers were still alive and active in their religious following which they called Pythagoreanism. When Cletoneous arrived at their camp they said they had predicted his coming. They grabbed him and started drawing triangles on him in poisoned ink. Enraged, Cletoneous pummeled the zealots with his fierce feet. He questioned them as to where the Ambrosia could be found. The Pythagoreans said that the ink was to help Cletoneous on his quest and that the symbols on his body would protect him. Cletoneous threatened the worshippers with death and eventually they told him that he should venture to King Damocles for more answers.
King Damocles was known to be a just but extravagant king. His throne chamber was one of decadence and lavishness. When Cletoneous entered the room he told the king that if he had the same wealth he would never have to fight another cow again. The king then placed the crown on Cletoneous’ head and told him to sit in his throne. As Cletoneous sat down the king instructed his servants to place a sword hung by only a single strand of hair above the throne. Cletoneous tried to escape but the servants held him fast to the throne. Cletoneous screamed, “What’s this jive-turkey! I only wanted to know where the Ambrosia be!” The king retorted, “Now you have all that I have, including the constant fear of what it is to be a king.” Cletoneous, his face red from anger, broke free, kicking one servant clear across the room. The king grabbed the sword before Cletoneous could extend his leg to the king’s groin. “Leave this place, heathen!” the King shouted. “The Ambrosia you seek is guarded by the Goddess of Agriculture, Demeter.”
When Cletoneous met Demeter she was in tears. Cletoneous asked if he could have the Ambrosia and Demeter agreed as long as Cletoneous brought back Persephone. Hades, the God of the Underworld had kidnapped Persephone to be his bride. To accomplish this task, Cletoneous would have to bargain with the ferryman to cross the river of Styx and confront something dreadful that was only said to be “Of Myths and Monsters.” After asking a few agricultural questions, Cletoneous set off on his task.
When Cletoneous reached the river of Styx he was surprised. The ferryman was actually a ferrrywoman. Through the pale, decaying flesh and black robe she still had quite a sexy figure. She introduced herself as Spothera the Silencer. The Silencer said, “Welcome. You must pay a great fee to pass, what do you offer?” Cletoneous went through many offers including wealth, land, and tasks he could perform. The Silencer would take nothing until she said, “I know of something you use often and value greatly but have not suggested. I want your voice.” Cletoneous then asked, “How can you do th…” but before the words left his mouth the Silencer had uncovered her skeletal hand from beneath the robe and reached down Cletoneous’ throat ripping out his vocal cords. Cletoneous let out a swift kick but not quick enough, the Silencer had vanished and all he heard was sound of a boat knocking against water. Cletoneous let out a powerful but silent scream and climbed into the boat and into the hell that is Hades’ lair.
After the boat docked, it was quiet until the faint sound of music got louder as Cletoneous approached the gates of hell. When he was at the gates, the music was like something he had never heard before and was nearly deafening. In front of him there was a creature made of flesh held together by metal strings and wooden sticks. The figure had four distinct heads placed all over the deformed body and a black and white checkered pattern across the belly. One of the heads with long black dreadlocks spoke, “To enter these gates you must best me in my skill.” It was then that Cletoneous noticed the monster was creating the music by playing itself. It would pluck the strings, beat on itself with the wooden sticks and tap the black and white areas of its belly to make sound. Disgusted by the creature, Cletoneous nearly gave up but from behind the gates he saw Hades and Persephone watching him. He had an audience. He jumped forth and grabbed onto the thickest string he could find and started overpowering the beast’s own music. As he did this, he noticed he was sinking into the flesh, no, he was being absorbed by it. It was a trap! He kicked one of the faces and jumped back before it was too late. The monster lurched forth trying to consume him as it belched, “I must have your talent!” Cletoneous lunged back grabbed two of the sticks from its body between his own toes and shoved them into the monster’s eyes. The eyes of the three other heads closed and it screamed, “I’m blind!” Cletoneous then kicked the belly and the black and white pattern burst, covered with blood and entrails. Behind him he heard clapping. He turned and saw Hades. Hades said, “No one has ever bested Baby CJ in combat. You are one of a kind Cletoneous. I’ve been watching your adventures and I am your biggest fan. Take her.” He threw Persephone forward as Cletoneous caught her. Hades turned and started to walk away, “Leave this place before I change my mind.”
When Cletoneous came back to Demeter she was now crying with joy as Persephone and Demeter embraced. Demeter looked at Cletoneous and said, “Here take the Ambrosia, you have completed my task. But know this, mortal, that fruit is meant for the Gods and I do not know its effects on your kind.” Cletoneous, Ambrosia in hand, started his journey back to Archimedes not noticing that the ink from the triangles on his body started to run through his veins. 
When Cletoneous returned to Archimedes the entire kingdom was at war with the Romans. Archimedes’ own town was under “The Siege.” Cletoneous gave Archimedes the ambrosia but as the fruit left his hand he fell to the floor with sickness. Archimedes looked at Cletoneous’ body and saw black fluid leeched from the triangles which were now thick lacerations. “Eureka!” Archimedes’ screamed! “It’s not the triangle it is the circle! Pythagoras was wrong!” Cletoneous was baffled by this explanation but slipped out of consciousness. 
When Cletoneous awoke, he found Archimedes’ drawing circles on the floor around him. “Ah, you are awake. The Alchemic circles are working better than the triangles. I have been studying while you were gone and have discovered a way to reanimate the dead. You, Cletoneous, are actually dead but have come back. I am naming this process “undead”. Cletoneous tried to speak but no words came out. “Oh yes, sorry about that. I noticed your vocal cords had been removed. What a shame, must be a hell of a story. Those will never return in your undead state. I am trying to heal you from being undead to being alive once again and your body should regenerate thus giving you back your voice.” It was only at this time that Cletoneous realized he was tied down with thick rope and was completely immobile. “The struggling is pointless but a necessary precaution. You see, the accounts in the script mention that the undead have a craving for eating human flesh and that the undead sickness is communicable. Moreover, if you were to bite me I would become your mindless flesh eating slave retaining no self-consciousness of my own. This is only a temporary precaution. I am almost done with the circles that will bring you back to being a normal human again.” 
Cletoneous could hear screams and fires in the background but Archimedes’ did not seem to notice. He especially did not pay attention to when the door slowly opened from behind him and a dark figure walked in, sword drawn. Cletoneous screamed a silent scream and begun struggling to warn Archimedes but it was too late. The soldier raised his sword just as Archimedes turned around. “Don’t disturb my circles!” cried Archimedes as the foot of the soldier smudged one of the lines. The soldier thrust forth, piercing Archimedes in the chest with his sword and spilling blood across the room. The soldier turned and looked at Cletoneous as the soldiers’ eyes filled with the flames of war. He spoke, “I am Aries, the God of War. Demeter should not have given the Ambrosia to mankind and I am here with my army of Romans to take it back. Mt. Olympus is in chaos because of you. This is truly a War of the Gods. I am also here to kill you, Cletoneous!” Aries picked up the Ambrosia then threw his sword into Cletoneous’ chest as he walked out the door. 
To Cletoneous’ surprise he could still move even with the sword protruding from his chest. He lifted up his bound feet and used the sword’s edge to cut through the rope. With an uncontrollable hungry he immediately walked forward and began gnawing on Archimedes’ dead body. After the arm and half the thigh had been consumed Archimedes began twitching. Cletoneous noticed that whatever moves he made, Archimedes would make as well. This continued for a bit until Cletoneous could move himself and Archimedes independently. He was in control. Or at least he thought until a Greek woman ran into Archimedes’ house to seek shelter. Archimedes staggered forward towards the woman and bit deep into her neck. Only after a few minutes was Cletoneous able to stop Archimedes from feeding.
They both then stepped outside to see the catastrophe that was occurring. Gods clashing against each other in the air as Greeks and Romans battle below them. Cletoneous was left with nothing. His mind had turned to madness. All he had left was rage. Cletoneous then screamed so loud the battle briefly stopped. All eyes were upon not him, but at Archimedes. Although Cletoneous could not speak, Archimedes’ could speak for him. “This is my Vengeance!” belted out Archimedes. The woman from inside was now behind them in the state of being undead and under Cletoneous’ control. They charged into battle and the feast of humans and Gods alike began. We are Archimedes’ Revenge.

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