It was time to get out the damn drum kit... no more of this acoustic night shit... not that there is anything wrong with acoustic nights, it's just that we haven't seen the drum kit in a while.
Super Robertson, Christoper Johnson and JLS the destroyer held down the fort as the trio for the night doing songs from the Robertson, Johnson and Fire-Man songbook and making up a few as they went... it was rough and edgy but remember that is what we were looking for... it was time to step outside the box and challenge ourselves, try to do something a little different. hell even some people came down to see the show... Dan brought some people and they had supper... Brian brought Dan a few years ago and they come from time to time and it was Mule who brought Brian a few years before that... so it looks like we might have that thing happening:
cross pollinate that with this:
Did i mention we had "hand carved jazz horn" and story time... that's right Fire-Man was there honking "Myhorn" one of his original horns that he cut in half and folded to make transportation easier. I was going to do that play where CIBC totally fucks up on the RRSP payments and then continues to make the same mistakes over and over again completely un-aware of anything that happened before and each time calling me a different name but doing it in a manner that would suggest were were bosom buddies... But in a stunning turn of events i lost my fucking mind and tried to re-cap the shopping trip to Superstore with the kids, but for some reason witty words were eluding me on stage... and Fire-man is always good to honk on, which worked out well, at this time... later i got on to a thing about sharks, hopes dreams and wanting to be important, and after the show people wanted to talk sharks with me, so they were listening. Then we did dish pig and JLS the destroyer really ripped it up on guitar... it was a good finish.
Then it was swim time... after some mild drinking of course... a few pitchers of beer and some shark antidotes make for very pleasant night time swimming if you like that kind of fear... damn fireworks were blasting which worked out well because you can't see them from third beach which means nobody was there but Fire-man and I... the only problem was that Fire-Man was in the water first and then started ridiculing me about getting into the water... which made the water seem colder than it actually was... then he started blathering on about some "mammalian face response", and that i was meant to be in the water, which i suddenly had to disagree with... i have lungs and lack a dorsal fin or a blowhole (perhaps I'm leaving myself open for a zinger with that blowhole comment)... so the mammalian face response is that you put your face in the cold water and you body feels warmer than it actually is... probably induces some form of vascular dilation to conserve body heat... and then probably some neurotoxin to help with the "you are warm" lie.
Tomorrow we have Cameron Dilworth and Jesse Matheson... i may show as "Odgen Hammerstein" ... i guess we will see.
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