Thank god Chris “Stovall” Brown is coming in this Thursday nite: it’s been a while since I had to deflect a whole boatload of invective, innuendo and out the other. Chris, besides being a fabulous guitarist ,uvula-waggler, and eidetic librarian of all things recordable, is simply a joy to work with. Plus, he makes me laugh. You may wet your pants watching this guy sing whilst playing his axe with his dentures. I’m always amazed. Eardrum duties by our fallow-headed buddy, Mr. Steevee Chaggaris. I’m on base.We’re keeping this a trio so that we can flood the stage next week with the likes of the Good Old Salty Jazz Band. Sex after menopause? I can’t remember….
Before I even start, let me please thank you all for very nice year of playing music and for allowing me to invade your brainstems weekly with potentially dangerous information. I wish you and yours the very nicest Holiday Season. and hope for many more!
Okay, now back to it: Our post-xMas healing process begins Thursday night with the arrival of Ms. Lydia Warren. This lady knocked the fillings out of my teeth at this summer’s Glou. Blues Festival. A wonderful songstress, vocalist and ornery guitarist, she’ll have you cavorting and gavotting in the aisles, whatever that means. She’ll be bringing along her insignificant other, too, in the form of Mr. Matt Kelley, a dynamic and road-worthy guitarist, to fill in the blanks. Squeeks and other percussion by that tonsorially-challenged Drumbo, Mr. Steevee Chaggaris. I will have gained 5 pounds.
And here are distant early warnings about upcoming events:
Jan.2 Rik and Alec Razdan with the A-minus orchestra, includes me. Come celebrate the beginning of suicide season!
Jan.9 Andrew Clark. The tootin’ Torquemada of the tenor is out to destroy your will! Billy Loosigian rocks out!
Jan.16 Chris “Stovall” Brown and his tooth-biting glitar!
Jan.23 The Good Old Salty Jazz Band. We get encores at the Senior center all the time. Come see what you’ve been missing whilst you doze in your Barcalounger.
Jan.30 Johnny Carwash aka Bob Davis steps up to your upper plate and knocks your teeth out. Pyrotechnics (again) by Billy Loosigian, who was forced to learn a jazz chord for this date. Instrumental and surf madness ensues.
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Man, I had a great Thanksgiving. I put on 2 pounds, lost my cell phone, and held a detailed argument with myself over adherence to the itmosphere. I found my phone and lost my mind and the argument. Now I’m ready for wellness with the addition of Ms. Lisa Marie to the show tonight. And may I say, I can’t wait! The Divine Miss LM is one of the most beloved and heuristically hot smoking pals i’ve got. I’m talking lineups. She tends to bring out the best in her fans and the worst in my digestion, which is fine with me. Nothing three martinis can’t cure.
She’ll and her compadres will be dropped off by a series of drones supplied by Jeff Beezlebub, late of Amazon. Com. These include a version of Mr. Silvertone Steve, guitarist non pareil, and Mr. Dana Bonardi, goatskin whisker, on bongos. These specimens have just been released from MGH after a thorough investigation into their unusual growth of a third cojóne.I’Il be in the corner, wearing a full-face respirator, and looking like Vincent Price. Eat lots of garlic.
And, again, for those of you into Jello® and Depends®, I’ll be at the Rose Baker Senior Center next Two Mondays from 1 to 3, with the Good Old salty Jazz Band.you gotta see this. Forget Woodstock; this is more appropriate.
We will reach our rendezvous with destiny this Thursday with the luminescent return of that master vocalist and harpist, Mr. Dennis Brennan. Rapidly becoming a favorite here at the Rhumb Line, this cat has got what it takes to put a shimmy in your shake, and ants in your pants. He can traumatize your soul. He’ll be bringing along the best young lion of guitarists, Mr. Matt Stubbs, with his finger-popping style and dead-on chops. Rhythm provided by Roomful of Blues clanger, Mr. Chris Rivelli, 21 jewel ticker and concussion expert. Me? I’m the basest. Czech it out!
And on Saturday night, at the same old place, I’ll be cringing in the corner, filling in for that fabulous songbird, Ms. Mari Martin. She’s bringing along some great musicians like Roger Brocklebank, on skins, Mark Retalleck, on keys and Bob Enik on glitar. Mari really blew the roof off last time she was here. I gotta check Fred’s insurance. It’ll be a great night for dancing!
And, as usual, we thank you all for your continued support. Now that I’ve got a Facebook page, what do I do with it? Let me know all your subhuman desires at facebook.com/pages/Davesags-blues-party/1413082458915228. Your wish is my command.
It’s shootout at the Ofay Corral this week as we pit the commodious Mr. Steve Sadler against the lowball slider, Mr. Jim Scoppa. Both massive guitarists who’ve paid their dues with the likes of guys like Tom Hambridge and and Michael Coombs, we’re sure to see phlogiston exuding from every pore. Steve, with his artery-clogging style is a local favorite and everybody’s first call for fiddle, mandolin and lapp steel, but tonite it’s full bore with the electrical glitar. Jim, the gas giant,is big on the Eric Clapton school of channeling dead blues echoes. Our tail gunner is none other than that happy-go-lucky steam engine: Mr. Forrest “Frosty” Padgett, one of my favorite defibrillators. National Grid will be standing by with bucket trucks and spare 6L6GC tubes, ready for the blown fuse. I’ve actually been forced to learn some new songs.
And, don’t forget: we’re nothing without you, the viewer. Live music is best! Hours still 8:30 to 11:30.
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We offer natural pain relief this week as we welcome back that analgesic angel of the high stool: Ms. Lisa Marie. She’s been busy putting out fires all over New England, and now it’s our turn for her to take the pain out of your heart. She’ll be belting it out from 8:30 on,bringing tears to your eyes and a smile on your lips. Clothing optional.
She’s bringing along a couple of her favorite sidemen. First off, there’s Silvertone (or as I call him-Silverfish) Steve. Born that way, with a glitar in his mouth and Vitalis® on his fingers, Nobody knows his real name, although if you said it backwards, the entire bar would disappear..
Then there’s Johnny Juxo, on keys, whom I’ve never met, but my traiteur knows him well. I believe her! Had a good drummer on board, but he took a stray bullet at a jam session, so I’m waiting to hear back from my Ouija board So, roll out the barrel and have a good time. See you then.
Don’t forget: DaveSag’s blues Party has a Facebook page now, although I don’t snow why. So, hate me on Facebook: facebook.com/pages/Davesags-blues-party/1413082458915228
You’d pay to know what you really think!
And again, thank you for your continued support in this ruptured disc we call live music.We’re nothing without you! XXXX
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It’s back to the Three Stooges Trio this Thursday, so please welcome back that yeti of the guitar, Mr. Rikky “King” Russell. Borne and bread in and of the blues, this cat has been a fixture on the Boston scene for many decades and really knows how to twist your dials for maximum squirming. Even better, that amazing saxist and singer, that major teen idol Mr. Mario Perrett, will be on hand to help us all out. Unfortunately, our drummer under contract, Mr. Edd “Duodenum” Scheer is suffering from rupture of the deep and will be unable to join us, so, we have enlisted the aid of that swarthy bongo boy from the “Love Dogs”, Mr. “Downtown” Steve Brown. Known to change clothing in a phone booth, he’s set to fly in on time to rock the house. It’s gonna be a great nite of flying fur, bad jokes and misplaced observations. Czech it out! Hours 8:30 till 11:30.
But wait! There’s more! I’ll be hanging out at the same time same bat-channel location to witness the arrival of Ms. Mari Martin this Saturday nite at the Rhumb Line. My favorite vocalist, she’ll put a smile on your face and blisters on your feet.
She’s bringing the Low yo-yo band to prepare you for doomsday. That’s Mr. Bogus on guitar, John “Cameron” Swazey, on keys, Roger Broccolibanque, on pistons, and yours truly on base. Music starts at 9:30 when we start cranking that bumper jack between your head and the ceiling. Count on it!
And for all you folks into video poker and free jell-o:
I’ll be down at the Rose Baker Senior Center next Monday from 1 to 3 with the Good Old salty Jazz Band, cranking out all your favorite hits from the teens and twenties. It’s really a blast. Hope to see you there.
By the way, I’ve finally succumbed to the temptations of the web, and now have a Facebook page. Soon’ I’ll learn how to use it. Here is link:https://www.facebook.com/pages/Davesags-blues-party/1413082458915228
Please don’t clog it up with acne remedies, anti-gluten rants or conspiracy theories. Ockham’s Razor works for me. I got enough problems….
And again, thank you for your continued support. Without you we would be nothing. Live music is best!
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We’re having too much fun this summer,so, let’s make it even better. Please welcome back Gloucester’s own Godfather of punque, Mr, Willie Alexander. Just indited into the Gloucester Rock and Roll Museum, right next to Sylvester Ahola and Joe Pal, Willie’s sure to get tour fluids movin’. That is, if he can find the place. I’m gonna help him out.
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Blazing his saddles will be that cosmic gas-giant, Mr. Billy Loosigian , who’s been in more fabulous Boston Bands than you can imagine. Presently in Willie’s band, this guy plays like he has four hands and 24 fingers.
Rounding out the heavy lifting will be our favorite tonsorially-challenged drumambulist, Mr. Steevie Chaggaris ,keeper of the flame and general mucky muck. A great nite! We hit at 8:30 and play till exhaustion. Somebody help me!
It’s time to give me your huddled masses and exotic diseases and await the haloed return of Mr. Dennis Brennan, ubermensch of the blues. Quickly becoming everybody’s favorite flavor, he sure knows how to get your blood moving..And he’s bringing that fleet-fingered six-shooter string glitar master, Mr. Matt “Dillon” Stubbs with him. Lotta maiming goin’ on. Gonna keep Doc Pomus busy all nite! Worse, the atomic clock. Mr. Dave Mattacks is short fused for the nite, so, get ready for for an all-out frontal assault. Be there or be square.
As the grapevine was strangling me, it’s become apparent that the place to be Tuesday nite is at the Doggy Bar. Rheumer has it that The Funda- mentals* are ripe for seed pod explosion and are waiting to spray you with their own brand of cosmic debris. I’ll be there with a whisk broom. You should go.
Also, buy yourselph a folding chair and limp on down to Stage Fork Parque this Saturday. Sit down and don’t get up till it’s over. The 2nd annual Glou. Blooze Fest, that is. 11to 7, still gives you time to wipe yourself off and go bar hopping later. I’ll see you there.
And here’s some more goodies for you this month. It’s the best batch yet:
Aug. 15 Willie Alexander and some boom booms. Boomba boom!
Aug.22 Lydia Warren and Chris “Stovepipe” Brown. Breathing optional.
Aug.29 “Flash” Gordon Beadle and the north shore aliens. Medic!
Sept.5 Michelle Willson and John Hyde
Sept.12 Ricky “King” Russell, Edd Scheer and Mario Perrett. The three stooges! Spread out!
Sept.19 Lisa Marie with Keith Lockhart, June’s brother and his pet drummer Gym.
Sept.26 Chris”Stovetop” Brown with his pet air bulb anklysaurus
And, again, thank you for your continued support. Without you Fred could only afford Creme Brûlée once a week.
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Greetings, comrades! And welcome to the People’s Blues Bash. This week we have that proletariat ping pong genius, Mr. Comrade Greg Luttrell. A long time supporter of the blues struggle, Com. GL has been given special dispensation to perform for the huddled masses here in the U.S.A. ,warding off uncontrollable opinions, and parlaying his great love for the Supreme Leader into a keening paroxysm of love. Catch him while you can. He is a regular at the Great Leap Forward Bar and Grill in Lohng Dhong, China for six months of the year. Now, We got him. His parole is almost up. It’s not often we get a political prisoner of the blues. He’s due to return to China in Sept., so ,girls, better put on that self-blinding eye shadow and ruby red laser lipstick and try to control your breathing!
But seriously, folks, Greg L. is a monster guitarist and vocalist and always gets everybody going into a big spin. Poor Andrew Jones…our drummer….hasn’t got a clue what he’s in for. I’m bringing smelling salts…
We’re gonna throw everything we got including the kitchen sink into the musical cauldron. And floating up to the top will be that Rockport Rascal and Blues Behemoth, the one and only Ms. Mari Martin. It’s always a pleasure to hear this nightingale sing. She can adjust her uvula in many ways to make your hippocampus explode on cue. My pants will be held up by a strong belt of vodka. Your earrings may melt. Every tune is scientifically designed for shaking one’s tootsies. Need I say more?
Adding creme filling to the proceedings will be that unflappable glitar whiz, Mr. Bob Enik. This guy scares me: you can’t lose him…..
He’s bringing his buddy, the keyboard millipede Mr. Jim Gambino, from the crime family.You better like him, or else. Also, Mr. Roger Brocklebank, the heartbeat of Madhouse® and fine drum instructor, will her beating time along with myself, on base. Don’t forget your Serutan®!
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It was a much needed week off. Finally had time for some maintenance and a new sleeve job.Had my brakes removed, too. Now we’re back with a great lineup for the rest of the summer.
So, let’s welcome back Ms. Cheryl Arena, that shit-kickin’ former Texass gal with the big harp and the bigger repertoire. She’s comin’ so look out. Try not to spill your drink while she regales you with her own upbeat blend of the finest toons that money can’t buy. Furthermore, Mr. Edd Scheer, that baddie of the eggbeaters will be providing the 60 cycle hum that’ll thrill you to the bottom of your big toe. We’re gonna make him sing a lot, keep him on his other toes. As of yet, the dragnet hasn’t picked up a suitable suspect for the guitar chair, but rest assured, he’ll be a homunculus where it counts. Bring your glutes, and a couple Ace bandages. Remember: we hit at 8:30. Thursday 7.11.2013
Thursday –Dave Sag’s Blues Party with Evan Goodrow ~ 8-11
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Let’s welcome back Mr. Evan Goodreau! One of the best crowd pleasers I know, Big E has just returned from the Bronx where he came in first place in the Annual Homie car-stripping contest, making mincemeat out of a brand new BMW in seconds flat. Be careful: he can do it to your brain, too. Evan never fails to get the pot boiling quickly, so come early.
Also, on the skins will be our very own redcoat, Mr. David Mattacks, who needs no introduction, unless you’ve been in a coma.
Thank all of you for your pained inquiries into missing emails: I had some kind of gastro-informational problem which has since cleared up with the regular applications of Damnitol®, the speedy world wide cobweb fixer upper. Should all be good, now.
Still on winter hours 8 to 11. Thank you for your continuing support! We would be nothing without you! And watch out for that miserable summer cold/flu thing going around. I got it and couldn’t even drink for a couple of days!
Special treat this Thursday As we welcome a new guy to our fold. Mr. Dennis Brennan, vocalist and harp master, will be doin’ his thing with the likes of his (and my!) good buddies, Mr. Matt Stubbs and Roomful Drummer Mr.Chris Rivelli. Matt tears up the place no matter where it is and bongo boy really makes the groove happen. I’m looking’ forward to a great night of madness and martinis. Wear support hose.
I’m takin’ next week April11, off. I’m putting’ on my muddy boots and heading’ down to N’Awlins once again to hang out at the BP Oil Spill® Festival. Sponsored by Walt Disney, this outfit really knows how to get down and dirty. Corporations are people, too, my friends, and I’m so pleased that their ads show their great humanity and humility. Now if I could just get that oyster to stop waving’ a white flag….
Filling in the cavity left by my departure will be that friendly drummer, Jeff Casper and his band: Erin and the Soul Drivers, with my favorite big-eared bass buddy, Mr. Russell Keyes.
And write this down: April 18 Ms. Mari Martin returns with a blistering band featuring Bob Enik, on glitar, Jim Gambino, on keys, and Andrew Jones, on Drums. Last time Mari sang here, the heavens opened and stayed open.
And April 25, welcome back Mr. Greg Lutrell, fabulous guitarist and singer. He’s just got back from China, where he’s been all winter playing music and hacking into North Korea’s Sun Yung Guy’s porno pod.
DON’T FORGET: we start at 8 pm now ,not 9. You’re the best. We love you!
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Good Morning Gloucester 