Dave says,
I’ve had my third martini…the bombing will start in 5 minutes….Put on your bicycle helmet and welcome back Mr. Bobby Davis, Johnny Carbuncle hisself. Secret agent man, carpet-bombing maven of surf mayhem, and self-inflicted master of finger-scratching sonic sounds, this guy makes me feel like I’m sixteen again, except for the lack of synapse connection. We’ll be resurrecting mod surfing hits, blues amalgams, and T.V. theme songs ad nauseam, all for you , the beneficiaries of painful ear-bleeding. We’re gonna set our amps on “stun” and open our pants to let you in for the biggest thing that’s happened to you all month!
Stomping on the brakes will be that friendly drummer, Mr. Jeff Casper, on eggbeaters and waits and measures, grinding his molars and setting new standards. Of course, Greg T. and his party hat will be there, and me, too, on base and ready to slide into home plate. Rheumer has it that certain sit-ins and spit-ups may rear up and show their true nature. Come Earley, and stay late! Bring cash only!
Love this one by ” Johnny Carwash” There something about a sorrowful guitar, violin, harp…. ect.
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