Is it ‘feets birthday? I turned Fiddy this Wednesday, had a fun as shit jam session at a local bowling alley, we wound up getting invited to be the house band for regular Sunday Night Gig. If I can line it up I am going to try to get the Belmont Playboys to do a show with us. If they don’t have the gas money, maybe we can get McGehee to do his Elvis impersonation.
ohnoes. This is what happens when you lie on your facebook profile. It took me awhile to figure this out. It’s just – and maybe I’m paranoid – but being conservativish in this sort of career type thing I got myself stuck in is really not super-wise, especially not in a googly way. Once they meet me it’s usually fine, but so anyway details like birthdays about happyfeet mostly don’t actually match up to what is actually for real. It’s just stuff like that I change. The other stuff I kind of fuzz. It’s like I’ve never actually specified my hometown cause it’s smallish and I was known enough combined with the number of people from there that end up here, which is for real where I live, (so far that would be me, really, except for that one girl who I helped find an apartment but her roommate met a guy like right away and so she couldn’t do the rent and she went back home. That was a favor for my mom. Also there’s one guy out here from home that’s a lawyer here but he’s older and he has something of a past kind of really and anyway he changed his name and doesn’t talk to his mom and dad at all and he would be really freaked out if I rang him up. Some kind of boring law anyway, not entertainment or IP), so anyway that sort of thing. I feel terrible.
Happy Birthday to both Happyfeet and B Moe. Fiddy you say? Ya got me beat, but that’s some wisdom my man. You’re in Athens? Correct? I’m looking to relocate to your neck of the woods. The wife is originally from Lawrenceville and she is looking to get back down to dixie. Being a Yankee, I wasn’t sure about it. But after the last 12 years of vacationing with her parents in Reynolds Plantation (Greene County, Lake Oconee) I would love to get down there. It’s beautiful down there. What kind of music do you play, Moe? Moe? Widespread? Govment Mule? String Cheese? Or something other than Jam band?
thank you, nishi – you and psychologizer fascinate me a lot. I like everybody, yes you too cynn, but I can never not click on you two if I see you in recent comments no matter how busy I get sometimes at work.
Happyfeet, happy birthday to you, too, of course. I’ve already celebrated without really knowing why. Anyhow, here’s to happyfeet (holds what’s left of 16 year old Lagavulin in a two ounce dram). Umm that shit is good.
I think I will have a whiskey too. I don’t drink scotch cause my dad drank scotch and it makes me sad. He used to let me have a sip from when I was really little. I know it’s sort of gasp-inducing but he liked scotch & water.
Imagine Widespread at their most sonic, and the Mule at maximum boogie-woogie. Now mix that with some George Jones, Howlin’ Wolf, Crazy Horse and Jimi Hendrix. We sound sort of like that, if you last all the way to last call.
Happy, have what you have and enjoy. My dad’s a dick (sorry to say) and has no effect on me anymore, but that’s just me. My eight year old daughter can tell the difference between an Islay and a Speyside by smell. That may get me in trouble with Children and Family services, but I’m willing to take that chance.
B Moe, sounds pretty damned good to me. I’m down in your area a lot (as we tend to visit my wife’s parents as much as possible), I’d love to catch a show. I love music even if music never quite loved me (tone deaf and no sense of rhythm.)
Happy Birthday, BMoe. That’s fantastic about the gig.
Happy fake birthday, haps. I don’t drink scotch because in college I was a bartender, and one Sunday when I had a massive, throwing-up hangover, everybody kept ordering Scotch. Now the smell works my gag reflex every time. Classy, I know.
I am really fucked up right now and brutal honesty has stomped humility for the night. One of the things that really sucks about being an artist and hanging with other artists is the self-destructiveness that seems inherent with the breed. I have buried so fucking many friends from drugs and suicides it should get routine at some point but it hasn’t yet. If anybody out there ever heard the Tools of Freedom blow the fucking walls out of some biker bar down in Florida or south Georgia or Alabama back in the day: Danny Esposito gave it up yesterday.
He was one of the best guitar players I ever heard.
Is it ‘feets birthday? I turned Fiddy this Wednesday, had a fun as shit jam session at a local bowling alley, we wound up getting invited to be the house band for regular Sunday Night Gig. If I can line it up I am going to try to get the Belmont Playboys to do a show with us. If they don’t have the gas money, maybe we can get McGehee to do his Elvis impersonation.
ohnoes. This is what happens when you lie on your facebook profile. It took me awhile to figure this out. It’s just – and maybe I’m paranoid – but being conservativish in this sort of career type thing I got myself stuck in is really not super-wise, especially not in a googly way. Once they meet me it’s usually fine, but so anyway details like birthdays about happyfeet mostly don’t actually match up to what is actually for real. It’s just stuff like that I change. The other stuff I kind of fuzz. It’s like I’ve never actually specified my hometown cause it’s smallish and I was known enough combined with the number of people from there that end up here, which is for real where I live, (so far that would be me, really, except for that one girl who I helped find an apartment but her roommate met a guy like right away and so she couldn’t do the rent and she went back home. That was a favor for my mom. Also there’s one guy out here from home that’s a lawyer here but he’s older and he has something of a past kind of really and anyway he changed his name and doesn’t talk to his mom and dad at all and he would be really freaked out if I rang him up. Some kind of boring law anyway, not entertainment or IP), so anyway that sort of thing. I feel terrible.
That thing with that lady and Jeff also kind of freaked me out.
Happy Birthday to both Happyfeet and B Moe. Fiddy you say? Ya got me beat, but that’s some wisdom my man. You’re in Athens? Correct? I’m looking to relocate to your neck of the woods. The wife is originally from Lawrenceville and she is looking to get back down to dixie. Being a Yankee, I wasn’t sure about it. But after the last 12 years of vacationing with her parents in Reynolds Plantation (Greene County, Lake Oconee) I would love to get down there. It’s beautiful down there. What kind of music do you play, Moe? Moe? Widespread? Govment Mule? String Cheese? Or something other than Jam band?
Happy bday to whoever deserves it (BMoe and ‘feet too, because you can’t really dodge them even though you’re trying real hard!)
I think you just want to avoid the spankings… (borrowed spankings, in this case…) ;D
But this can be my PW birthday. Yay! I don’t normally really celebrate the other one anyway cause it seems like lots of times it falls on a weekday.
a birthday haiku about happyfeet
succulent skull furniture
epiphany chairs
and a guacamole couch
thank you, nishi – you and psychologizer fascinate me a lot. I like everybody, yes you too cynn, but I can never not click on you two if I see you in recent comments no matter how busy I get sometimes at work.
Happyfeet, happy birthday to you, too, of course. I’ve already celebrated without really knowing why. Anyhow, here’s to happyfeet (holds what’s left of 16 year old Lagavulin in a two ounce dram). Umm that shit is good.
I think I will have a whiskey too. I don’t drink scotch cause my dad drank scotch and it makes me sad. He used to let me have a sip from when I was really little. I know it’s sort of gasp-inducing but he liked scotch & water.
Widespread? Govment Mule?
Imagine Widespread at their most sonic, and the Mule at maximum boogie-woogie. Now mix that with some George Jones, Howlin’ Wolf, Crazy Horse and Jimi Hendrix. We sound sort of like that, if you last all the way to last call.
Happy, have what you have and enjoy. My dad’s a dick (sorry to say) and has no effect on me anymore, but that’s just me. My eight year old daughter can tell the difference between an Islay and a Speyside by smell. That may get me in trouble with Children and Family services, but I’m willing to take that chance.
B Moe, sounds pretty damned good to me. I’m down in your area a lot (as we tend to visit my wife’s parents as much as possible), I’d love to catch a show. I love music even if music never quite loved me (tone deaf and no sense of rhythm.)
We will eventually be playing Sunday evenings in the Elvis Room at Kingpins Bowling Alley, dew drop inn.
You have youtube links too. They were really good.
Happy Birthday, BMoe. That’s fantastic about the gig.
Happy fake birthday, haps. I don’t drink scotch because in college I was a bartender, and one Sunday when I had a massive, throwing-up hangover, everybody kept ordering Scotch. Now the smell works my gag reflex every time. Classy, I know.
I am really fucked up right now and brutal honesty has stomped humility for the night. One of the things that really sucks about being an artist and hanging with other artists is the self-destructiveness that seems inherent with the breed. I have buried so fucking many friends from drugs and suicides it should get routine at some point but it hasn’t yet. If anybody out there ever heard the Tools of Freedom blow the fucking walls out of some biker bar down in Florida or south Georgia or Alabama back in the day: Danny Esposito gave it up yesterday.
He was one of the best guitar players I ever heard.
happy birthdays!
Happy B-days. Sending stale farts your way.
Stay strong B Moe. You may be 50 but your writing could pass for 28. sweardagod.
Happy birthday to you and to one of my arch nemisises, nem……what’s plural for nemisis.
I READ YOUR BOOK HAPPYFEET. YOU MAGNIFICENT SOUP-EATIN’ BASTARD
MayBee,
Your code words and subtle innuendo have no effect on me so don’
that fucker steve stole my punctuation and used it for one of his fraught questions
happyfeet has a book?
No book. I would remember for sure.
alppuccino-
I won’
happy birthday, you guys. Thanks for all the entertainment you bring here.