On the Gig Front, pan!c, those pesky pernicious purveyors of puerile pop pap, will be doing a session the Fox and Firkin on Saturday the whatever. The 14th I reckon.
Now the Foxen Fukken is up St Agnes way; it’s too far for you to go so don’t go. Stay home and watch some repeat shit on foxtel or net filcks whatever. We don’t care, we’re so simple we can have fun entertaining ourselves with shadow puppets. Not that we’ll be doing that at the fukken fox, NO! We’ll be doing other stuff. Pop music stuff.
And don’t it make ol’ Brownie sing the Blues……
Steve Brown front centre of the legendary Australian Steve Brown Band is playing at the Mt Compass Supper Club on Saturday 21 July (7.30-10.30pm).
Steve’s fives piece blues rock band was a finalist in the 2016 Memphis Blues Challenge.
The Steve Brown Band plays annually at the Supper Club and the shows are a sell out.
Tickets are now on sale at the Compass Post Office and on-line.
The ARBA Memphis Blues Challenge went off with a wallop, again.
The winners of this years’ hotly contested challenge were One More Mile and Somebody else…. I have forgotten whom was the solo winner.
Have I really go to look up his name?????
Oh, all right.
One more Mile and Ben Ford-Davies…. who will be taking the Australian Blues style to the streets and Bars of Memphis, US fukken A, next January. Go here to read more about it and get some info on ARBA. They may have some music and gigs that you could… I said “could” be interested in: http://www.adelaiderootsandblues.org
There are not many tickets available … so be quick!! Do it now !!!!!
Where: Trinity Church, 318 Goodwood Road, Clarence Park
When: Sunday July 8, 4-6pm
There is other stuff going on but I’m cold and I want to stop doing this right now.
But here is something I prepared earlier, a little electrifying reading:
668 – the neighbour of The Beast
Power to the people – not.
I live in 668 Perdition Parade, Hell. Satan, boss of the netherworld is my next door neighbour. He recently privatised electric power in Hades, selling it off to a Chinese-Hell-based power company DIYU and prices took off like a politician on a junket.
Not to be deterred I sold off part of my Black Sabbath vinyl collection and installed a solar-powered generator on the roof. Brilliant!! Well, the idea was. I just didn’t count on a bastard neighbour stuffing up the plan.
It started out fine; free electricity was all over the joint and I had to make space in the cupboards to store the stuff when I began to notice an inconsistency in the power generation.
I went outside to see what the problem might be and the sky was black as coal… in fact, it was full of coal and piles of other shit smoke.
My back fence neighbour, Dante, was using his Inferno to run a steam-driven electrical generator and the black soot from the coal and other gruesome rubbish he was burning was blotting out the sky, cutting the light for my solar panels.
Arguing with Dante is like talking to a council parking prick and I quickly realised i would have to take the fall on this. After some research I found replacement solar panels that worked on infrared light. I could get power from anything hot, including the inferno and its smog so I offloaded the regular panels and whacked a set of the infra-red doohickeys on the roof and hey-fukkin-presto…. my power generation returned. I began to enjoy warm evenings with excellent reading light. I boiled the kettle many, many times. I had hot showers…..
And then, strangely, after I returned from a weekend fire-hopping in the magma fields, I found the household power at an all-time low again.
I went outside… everything seems as it should be, Dante’s inferno was belching out spume, Satan’s house had plenty of electricity – brilliantly illuminated and billiard balls clacking crazily in the brightly-lit games room except I was in the dark and starting to freeze.
I noticed the lawn was scruffy and decided to mow it to keep warm. Keep Warm!!!! I nearly incinerated myself.
While mowing the overgrowth down the side of the house the lawnmower lit up and blew me off my feet before exploding, peppering shrapnel and flaming four-stroke all over the joint. What the fuk??? ….I sez.
I got the hose to water down the flames and got myself another shocking blast.
Double what the fuk???? …. Then I noticed all was quiet in Satan’s house – and dark.
And then I noticed the chewed-up 20-amp flex running from my rooftop generator, through the long grass and under the bastard fence to Satan’s house.
