Nov. 4, 2010
Eeny meeny mighty mofo, see this band but don’t eat tofu, if it gasses let it go, eeny meeny maybe go. If you don’t , you may possibly be insane, or , at best, a Republican. You may wake up in the rehab ward of Addison Gilbert and Sullivan Hospital, feeling homicidal just cuz you heard about it later…
These guys, these katz, are really sumphin’, a virtual spin-cycle of da blooz in it’s many configurations; I should know… I played with dese guys last Sunday, and I’m still lickin’ my wounded brainstem. Looks just like the Tingler, only wavin’ a white flag.
So, allow me to introduce Mr. Justin Quinn, Harmonicat, vogelizer, and frontman. Dives deep into the Well of Souls. Knows his stuff. He’s bringin’ some of my favorite guys with him. Like Per (pronounced “pear”) Hanson, drumblistipus octopi, and Jon Ross, on gritar. Both these guys have toured with James Cotton, Ronnie Earl, and Duke Robillard. They are scary good or “sick”, as Mark Earley says. He may even show up to see for hisself. Of course, Greg T. and his hat will be there, and me, too, hiding behind the yellow police tape. Cut off your toetag and make it down while you still can.
Here is a sample of Justin Quinn. The joint will be rockin.
Good Morning Gloucester 