AKA Theopolis Wonderbread
 

Hey, fellow cheese lovers,

Welcome to yet another overdue installment of stuff about me. Bored yet? Me too. 

Happy New Year!  How was your holiday? Mine was fine. Thanks for asking. A word of advice for peoples considering moving over a holiday: DON’T! The family and I moved to Boynton Beach about a month ago and we’ve only gotten around to unpacking the essentials (records, cds). Oh, when will it end? I have so much to do and not enough time to do it. Waaaaaaaa Waaaaaa.  Don’t pity me. I’m a fool.  

As you already know, my team lost the race. We put in a good fight but it wasn’t good enough. Better luck next time. That is definitely enough about that! I think I passed an audition to play drums with a local combo called The Dillengers. They have a national cd out called “Instro-mania”. The guitar player, Rick Rossano, blows me out completely. When I hear him play, I just wanna use my guitar for an ironing board or an oar or something. I’m not kidding. Charlie, the singer/bass player, has one of the greatest smoky/crusty blues voices to ever wet-willie you. I’ve got the humbling task of replacing one of the best surf/rock drummers ever grown, Mr. George Anderson. Sheeesh! I gotta be crazy! Or have a big pair of…thumbs!

At this time, I would like to dispel a possible rumor about yours truly. Once in a while I get a earful from some inebriated wing nut asking me what kind of drugs I’m on because, on occasion, I’ve been known to jump up and down like a silly person while I’m playing. This, my young and impressionable friends, is just not true! Believe it or not, I’m not what you’d call a “natural performer”. I get scared poopless up there playing for all you would-be critics. I’m a bundle of nerves. A scaredy-cat.  A nancy. But I love music so much, that the show must go on. Should any of this matter to you? Probably not but maybe you’ll stop with the drugs thing.  

We lost Johnny Ramone this past year and that really sucks. I’ve been a Ramones fan for what seems like forever and it hurts to know he won’t be kicking the crap out of our eardrums anymore. Sigh. I guess I’ll just shut up and get to my regular feature.

Ten Things That Currently Clean My Clock

  1. My ipod Kris and I bought an ipod after saying we would for a really long time. I have spent way too much time filling it with all kinds of goodies. Maybe one day, I’ll list “What’s currently on my ipod” like all those silly celebrities.
     
  2. WFMU An internet radio station that plays some seriously way-out shit. Turkish garage bands. Psychotic old crusty rockabilly. Google it. You won’t be disappointed. (Thanks to Rick Rossano for pointing me in that direction.)
     
  3. Craig’s Records I could live there. One of the greatest record (vinyl) treasure trove shops we’ve got down here in hell. I’ve never walked out empty handed and Craig is a super swell guy. I love you, Craig! (I feel like a big weight has been lifted off my shoulders.)
     
  4. Our Regulars and O’Hara’s and Staff You’re going to think is is an ASS-KISS-O-RAMA but the folks who come to see us all the time really brighten my (our) life (lives). You know who you are! Thanks a gazillion for supporting us and keeping Bongo upright. The staff and management of O’Hara’s have always made us feel very comfortable and on the rare night when we’re chasing the customers out with our racket, they continue to give us a forum for our UNIQUE talents. Why, even last week one of those folks was helping the band find parking spaces. Thank you, one and all.
     
  5. Italian Food
     
  6. Soul Music
     
  7. Weekly World News
     
  8. The Onion
     
  9. The Neil Rogers Show I don’t care what you say, I think he’s funny. Come on, it’s all an act.
     
  10. Horn-Rimmed Eyeglasses Is that weird? I just like ‘em. Not necessarily on me but on anyone. It really sucks working for Verizon ‘cause I always get the “Dude, you look like that ‘Can you hear me now’ dude” mess. Or the Elvis Costello--Buddy Holly--Drew Carey comparisons. While I really love Elvis and particularly Buddy, I’m nowhere near as fat as Drew…am I?

 Oh well, I’m out of material so until next time…

 

 

Funkabilly Mike

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