So tonight we're playing at a wedding reception. It's somewhat heart breaking driving by the beach and seeing all of the people lounging, fishing and just having a good time. Every time I go to the coast to play people think I have leisure time to hang out on the beach. Hell to the no I don't! And right as we arrived the weather turned ugly. Thunder clouds rolled in, lighting and thunder all around. What a gas. We're getting soaked walking into the venue. We'll need this rain to help us forget one of the top five nastiest pre-show meals: Salmonilla Chicken. I want to give them the middle finger. At least it was hot on the outside. Inside it was bloody and barely warm. TC's had a bullet hole in it so we're convinced it was sea gull rather than chicken. And we still have no idea they tried to feed us. A-Train said it was "broccoli flower". Not sure if he was being serious but on the Selton Cole Soul Brother Taste Scale it got the thumbs down.
My only memory tonight was the first song. An acoustic song performed by yours truly...and it truly almost became a disaster for me. I wanted to play my favorite acoustic so I went and bought one if those acoustic straps with the long string so I could look all Jim Crochet and stuff. However, because my big gut(don't hate ladies cuz y'all know I got some good loving under this gut) made this strap too short. It wasn't long before gravity got the best of me and the guitar slipped off of me in the middle of the song. Graciously, Hook stepped in and saved me from total disaster. The night was quick because no one ever stopped dancing. Now that it's over I want to dance into the shower and let the remnants of Funkytown wash down the drain because I'm starting to taste my own aura and it's about as appetizing as that "food" they fed us. Yuck. Thanks for reading sucka's and suckett's.
Yours truly,
Sticky McSing-a-song
Dyfunkshun Junkshun
www.funkparty.com
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