I was amazing the other day...tonight - not so much...I have no small human this weekend and I am spending my Saturday night at work...I am trolling for pity and sympathy...I am the only person in my office and campus police just locked me into the building....Kind of scary - I am having visions of murderous ex-interns coming back to kill me.....
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Sorry you were locked up by the campus police. When I was in college the first time, a girl on my floor was KNOCKED up by the campus police. Girl was apparently kaboodled and in blackout mode, or possibly passed out. Big scandal ensued but nothing ever camoe out of it -of course, this was in a city where the mayor got videotaped with a hooker, buying crack, and got reelected, so go figure. Hope you got out okay.
I played "3 Drunk Newts" for you last night.
Three drunk newts, three drunk newts.
See how they crawl; see how they crawl.
Creeping down your legs and feet,
Looking for a snack to eat,
They can't even keep the beat.
Three drunk newts, three drunk newts.
Three stoned newts, three stoned newts.
High as kites, Yeah! High as kites.
They rumble in the parking lot,
They score a lid of seedless pot.
Really hope they don't get caught,
Three stoned newts, Yo! three stoned newts.
Three wild newts, three wild newts.
Causing a big scene, they're rowdy as can be.
They licky sticky loopy juice,
They're out to punish and abuse.
Look out! 'Cause they're on the loose.
Three wild newts, three wild newts.
Look at their tails; aren't they pretty?
Look at their tails, itty-fitty,
Wish I had a tail . . .
. . . But I don't!!
(Boy, We're high tongiht!!! Like, really high!! Let's got get us some some
women....how a man does!! Salamander....!!)
Let me tell you a tale about a trio of hot newts on parade....
They had Saturday Newt Fever and . . .
They was burning....
. . . But they got a little too hot, dig?
Three dead newts, three dead newts.
See how they rot, see how they rot.
Left out in the noonday sun,
dry and stiff and too well done.
That's the end of their newt fun.
Three dead newts,
three dead newts,
three dead newts....
[Spoken]
They're gone now,
they've lived life too hard....
Yeah, bye newts, goodbye....
bye....
sleep good....
sweet dreams....
YEAH....!!
I played a lot last night, and with a sprained wrist I've been working with and riding the Harley with for two weeks. It's really swollen now. The deal was a garand for 3 hours with a half hour break, but I played solo an hour early and then the whole band played from 10 to 3 with 2 breaks. I'll post the setlist when I finish screwing my head back on. I must have drunk several pots of coffee and a couple gallons of water last night. The at 5 a, when I got home I couldn't sleep. But, man, could I piss!!!
Anyway, the gig was for a large fraternity and they said they'll have us back. Guess they were drunk enough not to realize we're not that good. But we can fake it and ad lib all night and what we (actually, I'm the only talentless one) lack in skill, we (I) replace with mindless energy. Actually, I've had stage fright every time I've performed in front of an audience, be it music, acting, public speaking, teaching or satisfying former lovers' exhibitionist streaks (pun not originally intended, but I think I'll keep it). In some of those situations, like music, I can take that intense fear and channel it into performance energy.
Okay, enough rambling. I hurt and I yuawn and I gotta get up at 6 tomorrow and I haven't put away the 3 guitars, bass, keyboard, microphones, effects boards and all the other crap yet, so I have to go proscratinate some more beforew I blow it off and go to bed.
I really hope your'e all right.
I've never actually read the Joyce story.
(puts up right hand) I saw the musical.
I think I liked the story better.
Current fav Irish writer: Beckett
Why? I'm the dramaturg at the Utah Beckett Festival
In the next few days, I will learn more about Beckett than anyone should ever know.
For example, Beckett's burial wishes were that he should be flushed down the toilet in the Trinity Theatre fifteen minutes from go time. Was he joking? Possibly. Did it happen? Yes.
Beckett is *the* vaudevillian.
Cheers,
Dev