Thursday, August 06, 2009
JUST BECAUSE IT'S THURSDAY...
Here's something weird...
Apparently, ukelele orchestras are big in Europe. Britain, especially, where there are three or four of them actually making a living.
I wonder what Kate Bush thinks of that...ah what the hell, she got her nickel. Or shilling or whatever they're using over there now.
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While my gigs are few and far between currently, my sons' band Thunderstump keeps piling them up. This weekend on Friday night they're at the Firehouse Art Gallery on First Street north of Roosevelt from 9-10. Check 'em out, it's free.
Then on August 23 I drive Adam's drum kit out to the Red Owl, 101 and University, for a gig. Time TBA. (It's the night after Romantasy Cabaret, literally next door in Club Red and YOU BETTER BE BUYING TICKETS NOW at www.brownpapertickets.com because I've SEEN it. I'm going to the dress (or un-dress) rehearsal Sunday. Hoo Boy.)
Then, on the first Friday of September they play at Donna Jean's Libations, 67th Avenue and Bell. 9 also.
There's also talk of them playing at the Firehouse AGAIN sometime in the near future.
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I have about four songs half-written in my head and they won't progress, dammit.
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I mentioned this on Facebook last night but it's more permanent here: I would think, that when you become coherent enough to realize that your first name is PLAXICO, that you would come to the realization that you are the ONLY person named PLAXICO on the planet. You are the only person named PLAXICO who has EVER been on the planet. And realizing how unique you are -- that you're the only human with a name that immediately ranks you with the Moon Units, Dweezils and Zowies of the world, it would seem to me that you would go OUT OF YOUR WAY to never do anything so STUPID as to carry a concealed weapon into a bar in a state where that sort of thing is illegal, and then SHOOT YOURSELF IN THE LEG WITH IT. Especially when, just two years ago you caught the winning pass in the Super Bowl using your hand and your helmet. You were popular Plaxico then. You were a star. Now you're just an idiot looking at jail time. I mean, it's not like you can point the blame at somebody else: "Sorry officer, you got the WRONG Plaxico!"
Oh -- and dude, the hat thing just isn't working.
TT
Here's something weird...
Apparently, ukelele orchestras are big in Europe. Britain, especially, where there are three or four of them actually making a living.
I wonder what Kate Bush thinks of that...ah what the hell, she got her nickel. Or shilling or whatever they're using over there now.
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While my gigs are few and far between currently, my sons' band Thunderstump keeps piling them up. This weekend on Friday night they're at the Firehouse Art Gallery on First Street north of Roosevelt from 9-10. Check 'em out, it's free.
Then on August 23 I drive Adam's drum kit out to the Red Owl, 101 and University, for a gig. Time TBA. (It's the night after Romantasy Cabaret, literally next door in Club Red and YOU BETTER BE BUYING TICKETS NOW at www.brownpapertickets.com because I've SEEN it. I'm going to the dress (or un-dress) rehearsal Sunday. Hoo Boy.)
Then, on the first Friday of September they play at Donna Jean's Libations, 67th Avenue and Bell. 9 also.
There's also talk of them playing at the Firehouse AGAIN sometime in the near future.
------
I have about four songs half-written in my head and they won't progress, dammit.
------
I mentioned this on Facebook last night but it's more permanent here: I would think, that when you become coherent enough to realize that your first name is PLAXICO, that you would come to the realization that you are the ONLY person named PLAXICO on the planet. You are the only person named PLAXICO who has EVER been on the planet. And realizing how unique you are -- that you're the only human with a name that immediately ranks you with the Moon Units, Dweezils and Zowies of the world, it would seem to me that you would go OUT OF YOUR WAY to never do anything so STUPID as to carry a concealed weapon into a bar in a state where that sort of thing is illegal, and then SHOOT YOURSELF IN THE LEG WITH IT. Especially when, just two years ago you caught the winning pass in the Super Bowl using your hand and your helmet. You were popular Plaxico then. You were a star. Now you're just an idiot looking at jail time. I mean, it's not like you can point the blame at somebody else: "Sorry officer, you got the WRONG Plaxico!"
Oh -- and dude, the hat thing just isn't working.
TT
Comments:
Tom--the Red Owl gig is NOT at nine--you're just confusing it with EVERY OTHER gig they've got! Check with the boys. They are opening for Gloria's Fold, on a Sunday, so they will be on much earlier, I believe.
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