A good time was had by S. Robertson until the next morning when he was suffering from sleep deprivation.
Then you wonder why, has S Robertson just cracked a beer an begun writing in a blog at 10:40PM.
Is it because he feels some duty to the ritual of the show? Or is rather the ritual of the blog? Or is he just a confused simple son of a bitch?
Sim Special came out to sing and we attempted the Wreck of the Edmunds Fitzgerald and a few Supersimian songs.
A guy with curly hair and glasses noted that the last act was superb... Shockk on drums, W.B. on Guitar, SR on Bass, Fire-Man on horn (did i just write that!) all while Pockets and SR exchanged stories about their fathers.
I don't know what the hell I'm doing some days except for Wednesdays I go down to the Railway Club and try to continue the Super Robertson Supper Show for some strange reason or another.
Alvaro Rojas returns to the Supper Show Stage tomorrow night and I might even bring a clarinet
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