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Here is the most unhinged press release I’ve come across lately. The author is essentially the mastermind behind this entire spectacle—a self-proclaimed rock guru and retired music critic by the name of A.P.
The Papillon Culture Club and Ćato are proud to present:
Well, that was amusing, I suppose.
Perhaps we might gather this coming Monday, February 21st, at Papillon near the levee.
12. 3.
Ha! America. I suppose I might just sit here waiting for the sunrise while the sounds of American blues fill the air; they say that an American guitar carries more power than anything else, or so I've heard.
The lineup includes:
Mettesi
www.dancingbear.com
So, Springsteen and Dylan were browsing through Kmart once, and I guess Bruce turns to Bruce Bob and asks him, "How exactly do they manage to slash these prices so much? Is it some kind of voodoo or something?"
If you’re an American Canadian, people say you wouldn't know a diamond from a telescope even if they were hanging right in front of you—as Dylan might put it. I suppose I'd love to just teleport you over to America so you could head down to Papillon, catch a Mettesi set, and actually learn something.
"I wonder if little Kumerle might join him to play a few tunes?" Bruce mused.
"What's it going to be?" Dylan asks.
What exactly are we waiting for? Beam us up, Scotty!
I suppose one might say the baby has been stolen.
www.myspace.com/bebenavole
I suppose this link leads to a profile for a specific band on SoundClick. It seems like a place where one might stumble upon some independent music, I guess.
Every day, Robert Johnson stops by the crossroads to find B.B. King, John Lee Hooker, Jimi Hendrix, the Allman brothers, and some scrawny British guy named Eric waiting in line. I guess Robert just asks them, "What's going on, guys? What brings you all here today?"
I suppose the Devil is pulling the strings here—it seems young Eric is being rather difficult about actually delivering what he promised.
Interestingly, I never really had any trouble with him, I suppose, Robert muttered to himself.
Through the deafening roar of electric feedback, an elegant gentleman in a black suit with deep crimson accents emerged before them.
Come on, who's next? We don't have all day... B. B. King, you're up first.
B. B. King—or rather, let's correct that to the humble, stout African American gentleman.
"Phew, blues, rock, country... it’s all the same to me," I suppose. He gave a theatrical wave of his hand, looking almost disdainful, before slamming a B.B. King record right against my forehead. "There! Now you love it!"
Matko Buddy Moose I suppose I should mention BRANE. Casual Elvis
www.casual-elvis.net
www.myspace.com/mybuddymoose
I suppose if Merle Haggard were to pay a visit to Townes van Zandt, the man would likely just sit there in silence. Imagine Merle sitting down on the couch next to him, lighting up a cigarette, and simply nodding at the cat while they both sit there for hours, lost in thought. It might even be getting dark by then when Merle—being careful, because you never truly know what Townes is thinking—finally breaks the quiet and asks, "So, buddy, how's it going?"
"Psst!" Townes might say that quite quickly, I suppose.
"What? Who?" Merle asks, looking somewhat unsettled.
"Shh, quiet now," Townes whispered. "The mandolin is about to play... or maybe it isn't."
A mandolin, I suppose?
That mandolin... I mean, where on earth did you find that? It’s almost as if it was born from the hands of a true Southerner. Whenever the wind carries the sound of a mandolin from the marshlands, I guess even Elvis might burst into the room, raining down songs from the heavens.
Good grief, what exactly have you been taking? I wonder if there might be a little bit left over for me.
He plays the original American music:
Jim Bob James
I suppose there might have been some sort of jam session occurring.
It probably isn't worth trying to bet against that.
The performance is scheduled to begin at 9:30 PM, so I suppose it might be wise not to be late. Admission is free, and I imagine the entertainment will be quite invaluable.
Ha! It seems they're making an announcement:
March 19th. A minor key—it seems like an evening destined for some decent rock music.
March 26th. Ha! Nu-men: 'women are nu men'—it almost sounds like a manifesto for a matriarchy, I suppose.
The Papillon Culture Club and Ćato are proud to present:
Well, that was amusing, I suppose.
Perhaps we might gather this coming Monday, February 21st, at Papillon near the levee.
12. 3.
Ha! America. I suppose I might just sit here waiting for the sunrise while the sounds of American blues fill the air; they say that an American guitar carries more power than anything else, or so I've heard.
The lineup includes:
Mettesi
www.dancingbear.com
So, Springsteen and Dylan were browsing through Kmart once, and I guess Bruce turns to Bruce Bob and asks him, "How exactly do they manage to slash these prices so much? Is it some kind of voodoo or something?"
If you’re an American Canadian, people say you wouldn't know a diamond from a telescope even if they were hanging right in front of you—as Dylan might put it. I suppose I'd love to just teleport you over to America so you could head down to Papillon, catch a Mettesi set, and actually learn something.
"I wonder if little Kumerle might join him to play a few tunes?" Bruce mused.
"What's it going to be?" Dylan asks.
What exactly are we waiting for? Beam us up, Scotty!
I suppose one might say the baby has been stolen.
www.myspace.com/bebenavole
I suppose this link leads to a profile for a specific band on SoundClick. It seems like a place where one might stumble upon some independent music, I guess.
Every day, Robert Johnson stops by the crossroads to find B.B. King, John Lee Hooker, Jimi Hendrix, the Allman brothers, and some scrawny British guy named Eric waiting in line. I guess Robert just asks them, "What's going on, guys? What brings you all here today?"
I suppose the Devil is pulling the strings here—it seems young Eric is being rather difficult about actually delivering what he promised.
Interestingly, I never really had any trouble with him, I suppose, Robert muttered to himself.
Through the deafening roar of electric feedback, an elegant gentleman in a black suit with deep crimson accents emerged before them.
Come on, who's next? We don't have all day... B. B. King, you're up first.
B. B. King—or rather, let's correct that to the humble, stout African American gentleman.
"Phew, blues, rock, country... it’s all the same to me," I suppose. He gave a theatrical wave of his hand, looking almost disdainful, before slamming a B.B. King record right against my forehead. "There! Now you love it!"
Matko Buddy Moose I suppose I should mention BRANE. Casual Elvis
www.casual-elvis.net
www.myspace.com/mybuddymoose
I suppose if Merle Haggard were to pay a visit to Townes van Zandt, the man would likely just sit there in silence. Imagine Merle sitting down on the couch next to him, lighting up a cigarette, and simply nodding at the cat while they both sit there for hours, lost in thought. It might even be getting dark by then when Merle—being careful, because you never truly know what Townes is thinking—finally breaks the quiet and asks, "So, buddy, how's it going?"
"Psst!" Townes might say that quite quickly, I suppose.
"What? Who?" Merle asks, looking somewhat unsettled.
"Shh, quiet now," Townes whispered. "The mandolin is about to play... or maybe it isn't."
A mandolin, I suppose?
That mandolin... I mean, where on earth did you find that? It’s almost as if it was born from the hands of a true Southerner. Whenever the wind carries the sound of a mandolin from the marshlands, I guess even Elvis might burst into the room, raining down songs from the heavens.
Good grief, what exactly have you been taking? I wonder if there might be a little bit left over for me.
He plays the original American music:
Jim Bob James
I suppose there might have been some sort of jam session occurring.
It probably isn't worth trying to bet against that.
The performance is scheduled to begin at 9:30 PM, so I suppose it might be wise not to be late. Admission is free, and I imagine the entertainment will be quite invaluable.
Ha! It seems they're making an announcement:
March 19th. A minor key—it seems like an evening destined for some decent rock music.
March 26th. Ha! Nu-men: 'women are nu men'—it almost sounds like a manifesto for a matriarchy, I suppose.
