War on terra, What is that ? Are we gonna arrest Stephen King? Ban Edgar Allen Poe? This country has been sold a bill of goods. Down the river, up the creek take your pick. The paddle is busted and Bush's bucket has a hole in it, can't buy no beer...
So we made the call to the club in advance; stuck in traffic, running late, for the floor to be cleared, and the beer. See we borrowed Disco Stu's van ( who knows the Everyday Visuals) last Friday night and drove to Brooklyn with a fever. Barbes was jammed just like the hutch (which isn't very hard) and when you get the mic. wired, and get the table spinning, you can get a lazy susan of sound. With a little beer dripping down. She Thinks I Still Care, and so does Ruby and John Brown. Bill went back to Jackson, Dint was Born again. And Ry sang Pop Life. No no it wasn't halftime at the superbowl but it did have a little sparkle. Claire passed the pitcher, enough to buy dinner and a bottle of Peruvian wine. Which remains quite elusive but not the having a good time. The van was so fat and so hard i did laugh that I thought that I broke my fourth toe. When we set the iphones on stun and the compass on north, we turned the Disco lights off and the heat as high as could go...
 Montpelier had three feet of snow, and the Langdon St Cafe the 35th parallel; two guys with more equipment than god. but everyone's so polite, if we get a late start no one cares. Folks down from Burlington and up from Cambridge, made us feel so at home. Yeah but the p.a. speakers were blown, we showed em the Shape I'm In, You do the Drivin and a little White Lightnin' will get us through Hard Times. Remeber Galveston? How many more times? We filled the bucket, shook 'em on down, and Dinty did his Sexy Thing. That Langdon st. Cafe is great, we'll be back in the spring. But as for Saturday night we headed south, lit a fire and spun a Slim Gaillard disc or two...so sorry Disco Stu.