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July 25, 2006
Well, it's only taken six straight months of whining, whinging,
weeping, moaning and gnashing of teeth from Michelle, Bill, Ann,
Phil, and all the folks on the message board to get me scribble a
new jive. I don't know why people say I'm hard to work with? I think
I'm swell.
Much has occurred in this last year. If I could remember any of it,
now, wouldn't that be fun? We did some strange shows with an odd
assortment of Jukes, and I wish to thank you all for the warm
reception you gave the new guys:
"Where's Bobby?" 15x
"Hey, who's that on keyboard... a guy from N'Sync?"
"That's not LaBamba, that's some homeless guy! Boy, Southside sure
is cheap."
...and, my favorite, from the Birchmere:
"Wow! That trombone player looks about 14 years old. What's that old
fool doing now, hiring kids from a high school band!?" To Ricky,
Bobby Lynch, Neal, Nate, Glenn and Ralphy Baby, thanks a million.
Well, maybe $23.99. Let's hear a round of applause for them, ladies
and gentlemen, cause, God knows, they ain't getting paid.
I also want to thank Brian Bannon for filling in for Sean, who is
having some medical woes. You know me, I'm never that serious in
these jives, but I am now.
Get better, Sean, or I'll...
On the recording front, things are moving along at a steady if
snail-like pace with the Tom Waits/ Big Band project. We now have 10
songs recorded, and they are all gems. Cubic Zerconiums, the whole
lot. One more session, and we will be finished. Oh, will we be
finished. Careers, livelihoods, reputations, and, possibly,
citizenships. President Bush can't really deport someone for singing
flat, can he? Well, these days, who knows. But I'm not worried;
they've always loved me in Croatia.
On a personal note, I am now infested with tomato horn worms. Not on
me, no, dummy, on my tomato plants. Whoever said "God sure don't
like ugly" has never seen a horn worm. Would make Moby give up
salad, it would. I find them to be very good with mustard.
I have done a fair amount of traveling this year. Croatia (cheap,
mucho friendly peoples and great grilled fish), Costa Rica ( Birds,
birds, birds), California and Nevada...man, them process servers
just won't let a fella be! After all these years on the road, I
still like to get away. Without the Jukes. Anywhere without the
Jukes. Guam.
Even Buffalo. Shut up, Bill; I'm only kidding. By the way, Buffalo
Bill, I just rediscovered the pictures you sent me to sign,
um...last year? I will mail them out within the decade. Promise.
Love ya.
On the missing Jukes, or, as Hood calls them, The Milk Carton Kids,
Bobby and Jeff will be back for most of the gigs, I think, and
Eddie, 'Mr. Froggy Went A' Courtin', Manion will be in and out.
Mostly out, which is what he is. I would hazard a guess, that after
all these months with Jon and Bruce, they have learned their lesson.
But they'll be back anyway. The dopes.
Oh...I also want to thank ????* for filling in for Muddy on that
gig. You were GREAT!!!¡Äwhatever yer name was. Try and call me some
time. Just try. (*Tony Tino -Michelle)
I had better give a mention to Phil 'The KingPin' Moses, who has
condescended to push merch for us. He's a hell of a T-Shirt man and
nobody can say different! Well, yes, they can, but please
don't...you'll hurt his feeling, and he's very sennnnsative.
And so, in closing, just let me say how painful it's been being here
with you for this short space, and how much I will miss you when you
are gone. You are going, n'Çest pas? Good. It's happy hour in the
South!
Bye all.
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