From Dave himself,
We’re baack…., After spending a grueling Thanksgiving week off recuperating from cosmetic genital mutilation surgery, I’m back, loaded for bear , and ready to chase you back to whatever evil crevice you squirted out from. So, in keeping with the spirit of the season, I give you: Mr. Evan Goodreau. Just back from the Tarzan Musical Re-Education® Camp, our boy is ready to snort you in and exhale you back into the world of chance. Serial-husband, glitarist, front-man and back door man, Evan’s poised to melt the wax outa your ears. We love this guy. He’s nearly as full of s*** as I am! And, of course, to round out the ensemble to the nearest decibel, we’ve conjured up Mr. “Molto” Benny Benson, the Ace of Pace, on eggbeaters, as well as Mr. Greg T. and myself, usual suspects, on catarrh and bass. Don’t miss it! And girls: grief counsellors will be available and standing by. And for those of you who are un- or under employed, or who have chosen not to find a job*, come wheel yourself in to the Rose Baker Senior Center next Monday afternoon and catch the shenanagans of the Good Ole Salty Jazz Band (or GOSJB), of which I am a small part of. These cats swing! And it’s FREE!! From 1 to 3, we’ll be there, sweating profusely…. And finally, I need some more willing victims for my wayward messages. The mail list has been winnowed down, due to many address changes, returned messages, deaths, etc., etc., so, if you got any new or updated addresses for me, pass ’em along! And don’t worry, i never use them for anything else. Hell, I can hardly use this here computer. email at davesag@verizon.net
Good Morning Gloucester 