"It's been too long, we're glad to be back..."
But deep down, you know the stitching is shoddy, the zipper doesn't quite work right, your nose felt funny and there just doesn't seem to be as much Saxon, Eddie Cochran or Naked Raygun blaring.
Well, clever cats that we are, we stockpiled a bunch of Sudafed and Brake Fluid and cooked up a whole new batch of unadulterated, genuine, DEA prohibited:
at Route 85A - downstairs - 85 Ave A btw 5th/6th
Thursday - Sept. 8, 2005
10pm till the whole works goes fireball on us.
(hopefully, not all over all of us)
With all your favorite truants writing essays on what they did this summer:
Ricky - who turned in a crumpled piece of notebook paper stuck together with some unidentified goo. (we don't want to know.)
Shelby - who submitted a scathing 20 page diatribe against Eugene V. Debs and how he ruined the Monkees chances at being taken seriously as a band/cultural phenomenon. (Nice penmanship, but a little off topic.)
Davey - Who printed out all the pages of his blog, tied them to a cinder block and then hucked them, flaming, through the principal's window. (A+, for effort, originality AND accuracy.)
Rev. Timmy - Who insisted that he did meet some "girl' and her "friend" from "Canada" and had a story a lot like one in Penthouse Forum from April or May of 1986. (Eyebrows have been raised in general as tangible evidence of "the girl", "the friend" OR "Canada" was not supplied, or really plausible.)
And of course Miss Jilly, who's tanned, rested and ready to serve all legal beverages.
(Note: No White Russians after Labor Day.)
Other stuff to fill out your fleeting four day week with:
The New Official Richard Bacchus Website:
Dave's GreedoNeverFired Blog (Get there quick before we figure out the html to make it burst into flames and bust through your window):
R.L Burnside passed this last week (you might not care, but the Rev. does):
All of us at R*L are deeply saddened by the drubbing New Orleans took from Katrina.
(It's in good fun when it's a Memphis Minnie song. OK, or a Led Zepp song, you philistines.)
Remember, this is the home of, to name a few : Louis Armstrong, Earl King, Fats Domino, The Meters, Irma Thomas, Dr. John, Professor Longhair, Lee Dorsey, John Kennedy Toole and the whole tradition of Sorority Girls showing their tits to get beads. Please give what you can.
(Unless you've got a 20 ft tall, 10 mile long levee handy, they probably just need your dough.)
If you really think showing your tits will help,
then come on down to Rock*Land.
How can you miss us if we don't go away?
if these emails are a drag, then you probably had a pretty easy month.