Journal, News, Guests by Jim Fitting
singing "Hillbilly Hare"...
and plays How Many More Times.
Yes it's been a good week or two, well entertaining at least. Last Thursday we played the Brattle with The Everyday Visuals and some other good friends.
Bugs sang Hillbilly Hare in full technicolor to open the show.
We had dragged about two tons of sound and light gear down there, (well our friends Matt and Brian did most of the dragging).
"I like mountain music" never sounded so good. And played by a real hillbilly band! The table never looked so good either...But it was a glass of water that stole the show when Eli, Chris and Joe sang Her Breathing Is Music off mic so that you could hear the crystal glass's note all the way up in the balcony.
Sunday Morning Coming Down and The Damndest Thing with Kris Delmhorst, man we were having a time. Queen Ann's Lace with Rose. Whew.
Ry and Bill were silhouettes on the shade, oh what a lovely couple they made.
Milton Berle and Jennifer Kimball too. Radiohead slid into Howlin' Wolf and whoever wrote God Only Knows knew what the hell he was singing about. Not bad for our first theater show. Hope we can do it again...
Back on the 28th the moon was full. We were appreciating a bottle of cheap Bordeaux by the side of the road on the way to celebrate a good friend's suprise birthday. The ocean was tossin' and turnin' and sparkling in the light, and just down the road was a house built on a bluff overlooking the ocean. By the time we were set up we were sippin' Larrivet Haut Brion and fifteen year old Vouvray...we played Born Again for the preacher and Booze for our pals. After a couple more the spirits seemed to gain the upper hand. That's when a neighbor stood up. Objecting to our choice of song? Well, for just a moment she became Elmer Fudd to our Chandler Travis: " You can count on us to rub it in." we sang and walked. Like Daffy Duck stuttering "That's all folks" as we marched down to the beach with Bob Whatisname...
Oh. the moon was bright and we stoked the fire.
The waves sang counterpoint to It Makes No Difference and Hank (with Dave and Katie). We almost had Can't You hear Me Knockin' so we burned up about half of Kawliga that old wooden indian. Then Sean played something by somebody that was really great. We even swam in the ocean, and somebody told me that I danced by the fire...
When that black lab licked my face first thing the next morning, I just ducked back in the sleeping bag and went on dreaming about Bugs...
