I played guitar in a band for many years. In the late 80's we were renting an outbuilding on a remote piece of property just northwest of Detroit. We were converting this building to function as a rehearsal studio and later a recording studio. We spent about a month remodeling and securing the building prior to beginning to actual rehearse. The building was set back about 250 feet from the main access road and was sort of tucked behind a small cinderblock building.
Well, one night, we were working on the place and decided to take a break and walk around the property. Our exploration led us to the frontage along the driveway. We almost tripped over the remains of a dog that had been struck by a car.
I admit now that it may have been gruesome, but we decided to name our rehearsal facility after that unfortunate animal.
Thus, The Dead Dog Express.
I will attempt to upload pictures if possible of the buildings and the surrounding property.
