And Then the Rains Came!
Let the rains stop, for cryin’ out loud! This is festival time. Time for the river and the beach and the park. Time to sit outside and listen to some good music and drink frosty malt beverages with your buds. I don’t know if it’s been 40 days and 40 nights yet, but it’s certainly workin’ on it. I know. Let’s build us an ark and use it as a stage. First we figure out how long a cubit is. Then we’ll round up two of everything… a couple of classy Les Paul’s, two Marshall half-stacks, a couple of old Twins with cigarette burns on the vinyl and maybe a toilet paper patch on one of the speaker cones, two drum sets… one acoustic ( DW maybe) and one electric (definitely Roland) … both with double bass rigs, of course! A pair of vintage Strats, beat up and broke in like your favorite old boots, two SVT’s complete with refrigerator cabs, an old P Bass, a Jazz, or maybe a light new Cirrus to thump on… you get the picture. We’ll float around and make merry noises while we wait for Mount Arafat to dry out again. No cover charge, smoking on the poop deck only. Somebody watch for the doves, will ya! Or were those Seagulls?
But seriously folks, we just got rained out of a prime gig down on Crystal Beach, right in the middle of The Zoo. Where’s the justice here? For that matter, where are the bikinis, the sassy tattoos, and the tawny young lasses that wear them so proudly? Where are the Show Me Your Tits signs and all the idiots that wave them, grinning like its an original idea? That homogenous blend of preppy school kids, career rednecks, old hippies, and gang-banger wannabes… wafting with conflicting aromas of beer, barbeque, coconut oil, Marlboros, and ganja. That randy cacophony of Travis Tritt, Ted Nugent, Beyonce, Grand Funk, Los Lonely Boys, and JayZ competing with a veritable symphony of Flowmasters, 4-wheelers, and police sirens. I’m really gonna miss all that. Guess I’ll sit on the porch instead, and watch it rain. Baby… please get me another beer while yer up!
We’re back, though… after a short and fun-filled break The Horse is back. Guess I’ll update the calendar and get back in the swing of messing with this site more than once every three months! If I make it a habit to put new and interesting stuff on here occasionally, y’all might actually log onto it every now and then to check out The Horse. What have we been doin’ this last couple of months? Marcus has been picking up some extra cash playing with a couple of country bands in the area. Brian has been working all the OT he can get so he can afford insurance for his 16 yr old daughter, Taylor, who has a new car. (I can relate!) And the Doc? Who knows what evil lies within that mountain of a man? It’s the quiet ones you really have to watch, you know. Me? I’ve been on holiday in Tibet. The Dali Lama says “Hey!”
Keep Rockin’
-Major Tom
