I can see the future sometimes.These fellas were playing on the sweltering portable stage at the Johnson County Fair. The stage is cunningly contrived to cut off all air circulation to performers and simultaneously dampening and muddying sound to the point of incomprehension. The band was playing "Let me Call You Sweetheart" or some such thing. Later they broke into "I Walk the Line" by June Carter.
Brings a whole new meaning to "I keep a close watch on this heart of mine." With apologies to Uncle Shorty, of course, and to Kevin and Will. Gee, maybe I'm seeing the present!
The best thing at the fair was the youngsters in their pressed white western shirts making their horses do amazing feats of control: going up to a mailbox, riding sideways, backwards, jumping. It was great. Not all the kids did as well as the others, but they certainy impressed me.
I was just interrupted by the Schwann's man. He is bringing in frozen fundraiser items. How, exactly does one freeze a fundraiser? I think the Schwann's man is sinister. He drives around in his freezer truck all day, delivering God knows what. I think he goes into houses and freezes people, probably fundraiser types. Then he takes them in to the main processing center in the freezer truck in the dead of night, where they are processed into taquitos and "chicken" ala king. I am concerned that Schwann's is turning us into a race of unwitting suburban cannibals. It's the only explanation, really, for the prevalence of Schwann's trucks in our Corridor. You can't tell me all these guys do is deliver frozen food! There is one Schwann's truck for every seven households in our development. They are fattening us up, people!
In the future, I shall play in a band, dressed in a pressed white shirt and black polyester pants, and will participate in the anti-Schwann's Underground. We will unplug thousands of freezer's before we are apprehended and put on trial. We'll give thousands of processed taquitos a decent burial. That's what makes America great!
4 comments:
I suppose it's a sign when you have to start packing chairs with your equipment.
Then it's just a matter of time before you have to throw oxygen tanks in there, too.
...finally, of course, you forget that you had a gig altogether...
*hugs*
FWIW, Uncle Shorty thought the Schwan's driver ate more than he sold. *shrug*
I am truly concerned about the Schwann's phenomenon and intend to study it in some depth.
Sometimes I forget a gig during the gig. Does that count?
I think Schwan's may be a cover for Homeland security.
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