Friday, May 29, 2009

Back in Black: Come in, maybe? Half the neon, all the hillbillys!

(First-person Account Provided by Guest Blogger Rhonda)

Let me set the stage... Alien and Ryan, please fill in the blanks...


So me and The Alien and Ryan are enjoying our beers and talking about how the Alien is writing a book (even though he's not) that Certain People want to get their hands on, thanks to the exclusive access the Alien enjoys to these Certain People and their Private Lives. Now we know from recent events that These Certain People have no problem taking out people who get in his way, so The Alien is feeling a bit spooked already and then, to make matters worse, he heads to Hell.


Ryan and I stay at the bar, enjoying our beers and a little Third Eye Blind ("do, do, do" song) when all of a sudden, power FAILURE! It was sort of like everyone at Karol's literally blacked out at the same time! All kinds of speculation ensued - car ran into a telephone pole, Certain People created a diversion to kill The Alien, The Alien peed on a power outlet, etc... but it turns out that some sort of transformer blew and the street lost most of its power.


Truly fascinating fact, as told by Biker Bouncer II: Something about how we were in half phase (werewolf?) and therefore only getting AC current, or is it DC? editor's note: there may be some truth to BBII's theories - Neon lights run on DC - more info: http://mysite.du.edu/~jcalvert/tech/threeph.htm In any event, the neon stayed lit to welcome and sooth Karaokers and we did our part to drink the beer before it got warm. I'm attaching some photos of the scene... I think you can see Certain People's henchmen lurking back at MB Kenny's station.




The neon continues its warm glowing warming glow
















The darkened bar
















Not giving money right now, come back later



















Where are you, Matchbox Kenny?!















Come in, maybe? Half the neon, all the hillbillys!




















THE LINE UP

The Alien: THE CITY OF NEW ORLEANS, STACY'S MOM (HAS GOT IT GOING ON) (his pandering was rewarded with a unflattering new moniker bestowed by Matchbox Kenny)
Rhonda: (WORKING) 9-TO-5, (YOU PICKED A FINE TIME TO LEAVE ME) LUCILE
Ryan: FOREVER IN BLUE JEANS, GUITARS AND CADILLACS (breaking the Dwight Seal)
Lisaf: WORDS (BY MISSING PERSONS), RUBY TUESDAY
Chris: LOVESICK BLUES (Harry Carey's cursed, thin, dessicated, drunk, mummified and animated remains thought I sounded "just like the record". I asked him if he was sure his record player wasn't broken and he breathed crypt dust into my nostrils and ever since I have had a really bad scarab problem (??!!)), BLUE EYES CRYING IN THE RAIN
Floyd (my new hero): YOUR CHEATIN' HEART
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Thursday, May 21, 2009

It's Not for Me to Disparage

[Inspired by BICYCLE BUILT FOR TWO, by HARRY DACRE]

Jimmy, Jimmy,
Gimme me my High Life do!
Where is Mar-ie
I'm buying her a blackb'ry too!
It's not for me to disparage,
the practice of intermarriage
But you'll agree that "family"
Makes kids that cain't tie a shoe.


Any one Kare for K @ K's Next R (5/28)?
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