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#22: Free-styling cruising with amazing grace

There was free-styling cruising with amazing grace and we knew we've got a friend. Perish that thought. How do we tell her how her face looks in this poet's web? Does she have a worry free warranty?  Who will he choose?  Gotta be Maud.  Now I can dream again. Bruce too, it seems. Time for a lullaby.

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Posted – 04/23/07 12:35am by Lynn Slater, updated or replied 04/23/07 12:36am
#21: Brain so loaded it nearly exploded

Bruce sang of a long blond haired Harley riding legend who worked in a dinner in a small town, and Dennis sang of a fascinating harmonica switching riverside singer.  Hmm…, I wonder if we might ever find such treasures?    Folks, this is what folks sing about.  We're always going, but I don’t know where. Do you have the patience to see it through, into the time between slumber and dawn?   Do we need a sharp bladed editor?    Maybe not, inertia keeps us going.   We are not here, we are always moving through with mad dog and Irishmen.   Checkmate.   Well, the French know how to disillusion the English, or so they dream in the summertime.

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Posted – 04/15/07 9:14am by Lynn Slater, updated or replied 04/15/07 2:54pm
#20: $17 gives you unlimited rides and smells drive the sales

Bruce broke the ice with a memorable song whose name he couldn't remember and we celebrated Loraine's professional debut leading to the stairway to heaven. Sammy pickened it well as the middle-aged men picnicked… at the boardwalk, … by the sea.  $17 gives you unlimited rides.  Are you going away with no word of farewell?  So long, it's been good knowing ya, scooped up by the dustbowl.   Where's the sunshine?   At least Jack T knew how to stay around.

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Posted – 04/04/07 10:45pm by Lynn Slater, updated or replied 04/15/07 2:53pm
#19: What's up the kilt?

It started with a soft serving of unknown iffy bread as we plotted to break the acting record, one that outlasted Greg, the cat, and even the kite.  When will it end?   Will Jack forget the words?   You stay here … you can find out on Friday.  Lets hope no blossoms stop his breath.  Oh no! – they are playing godfather music.

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Posted – 03/31/07 12:11pm by Lynn Slater, updated or replied 04/15/07 2:53pm
#18: OpenR Mic
Shy soft and gentle appeals of friendship struggled with the unholy trinity. Is this the one and the other, the contrast?  Who "ordered" this? (Dirk).   Lets escape and go "R".
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Posted – 03/25/07 11:20am by Lynn Slater, updated or replied 04/15/07 2:53pm
#17: Tiger tiger March march

The skies were light at first and so was the sign-up list. – The vampire gene in musicians keeps them away until dark. Bruce sold food to buy time and this drew in the tiger, tiger, the one and the other, or as a valley girl would say, "like totality". Nick and Brandon progressed strummingly until they got stung up, and then it was a March march until the Irish seemed doomed, but it's almost St Paddy's day, so take a load off Annie and let's belly dance. I'm tired of all this messing around, would you marry me, Mrs. Pegio?

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Posted – 03/18/07 1:32pm by Lynn Slater, updated or replied 03/31/07 12:23pm
#16: Misotopaniac sagas

Curiosity about the comic and the three poets drew us in a little closer, all enjoying the inside joke of watching those arriving after 7 thinking that there might still be open blocks of seats. Parental disrespect and racial frosted Christmas winter mourns feed a bitter wind of self imposed exile, transforming it into a gambling day neither better nor worse than any other. Daphne broke the gloom by singing a wistful song longing for younger days. It was that sort of night.

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Posted – 03/18/07 1:31pm by Lynn Slater, updated or replied 03/31/07 12:23pm
#15: Joyful interpenetration on the dark side

The house was full by 7, but it started as a no-mic open mic. No wonder that Chris's first song was "May the circuit remain unbroken", but alas it was one song the then more sound fiddling. The room was restless, musicians are born to be free, but oddly when you get a hold of one they plea that you don't let go. Accept their faith, that is all you have to do. Is that too high, too high a price to pay? Author McBride thought so. Time for a group magic puff.

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Posted – 03/18/07 1:18pm by Lynn Slater, updated or replied 03/31/07 12:23pm
#14: Look at her tonsils!

A gentle hornpipe set this lollypop ship asail over gently flowing notes to a whole new world, a place where tonsils rather than crystals channel power. Anne talked dirty and moved us on to examine both sides of Dreamland's clouds.  

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Posted – 02/26/07 11:07pm by Lynn Slater, updated or replied 03/31/07 12:23pm
#13: Internet Dating

It filled quickly and the sign-ups grew from the middle out. Oddly, at first the list contained mostly poetry – but we all know that musicians arrive late. Endless dilapidated dreams passed to a brand new day, and we doug the sound.

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Posted – 02/20/07 11:30pm by Lynn Slater, updated or replied 03/31/07 12:23pm
#11: Younger than a baby

An eager Samoan no show put Mr. Whiskers on the spot and he drew us a little closer, but maybe that was just our natural reaction to the packet house.  It was love all over each other again. Touching you while you're touching me. Fernando soared with three touching pieces.  Oh Opus!   32, 32, 35, 17, 6, 9 hike!   Oh, the joy of youth, while it lasts.   Nobody younger than a baby here tonight. (Check again tomorrow – let's hope that form this we do not again hear "Dad, you messed up.")

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Posted – 02/07/07 12:04am by Lynn Slater, updated or replied 03/31/07 12:22pm
#10: The 10th tops it off!

The trio warmed the room and Bruce pontificated until Bob threw away the key. This jail was filled as we wondered what kinds of songs cowboys sang in Snakeville.

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Posted – 01/27/07 11:36pm by Lynn Slater, updated or replied 03/31/07 12:19pm
#9: Prelude to a Mic

The tables filled slowly, we all know that it sometimes starts late. The list was empty as everybody played the coy waiting game jockeying for the coveted middle slots.   Bottles and balinies took their places as did nervous potential performers.   The Mike worked the room, soliciting, soliciting, fully knowing that, like petroleum, it would flair once sparked.  The creative director displayed her versatility as the fluttered table to table chatting, taking suggestions, orders, and doing whatever was needed. In a twist, tonight creativity lead the lawyer. 

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Posted – 01/22/07 11:44pm by Lynn Slater, updated or replied 03/31/07 12:15pm
#8: Emmy came to town for a Price

Bruce opened Mike, and then worried about losing love. Dillon Thomas's questionable cleanliness blew into wild blue eagle meat, but Joe was not shy and got lost in love until a droopy dog broke it up.  Now, that's a twist.

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Posted – 01/17/07 11:12am by Lynn Slater, updated or replied 03/31/07 12:15pm
#7: Norwegian Snakeville

Weary we travelers came in to an apoplectic appernism and a sugar bombed lullaby. With a little help from his friends, Matt escaped the Vogon devourers as they invaded Snakeville. Alas, the carney, it seems, was not so lucky.

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Posted – 01/08/07 9:14am by Lynn Slater, updated or replied 03/31/07 12:14pm
#6: Young crowd listens to old poetry
School was out, and so they came. Niles' Bronco Billy might have brought his whiskers, but they bought a new enthusiasm even as they got dumped by the crystalline way on the way to discovering their freedom.  Warming up even through a 20 year old wedding dirge, 90 year old references, and 300 year old poetry, nightmares were left at the door as we got pushy. It was home for Christmas for courting until the relationship croaked. Scream they did for the screamers until David illustrated obscene gestures and Brian instrumented us away.  Such are open mics at the Essanay.
Posted – 01/02/07 10:56pm by Lynn Slater, updated or replied 03/31/07 12:14pm
#5: Great Christmas Gift

On this Christmassy night at the Essanay the Belvior bells went silver before moving on to bluesy aspiring snow. The international contingent made an appearance with an old English Peter, Paul and Mary, a French winter, and an Irish dance. Crazy Ozzy got our picture as we turned Japanese. For a steep price Alberta let her hair down before sailing away. Pre 9-11 thoughts of normalcy and super bowl relationships took a Tim Burton turn to Santa corpses, but Santa recovered and read his clause to the naughty ones. How nice!  A 17 year old skipped the glee and grew up, but was not quite a July woman. The Belvior bells again jingled and we had ourselves half a merry Christmas before the night went silent.

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Posted – 01/02/07 10:55pm by Lynn Slater, updated or replied 03/31/07 12:14pm
#3: Parade of Virgins at the Essanay

Bruce started with serving up fish, and there was no use wondering why. This drew in the counter culture cat and the forlorn kite and we moved on to Jimmy's crack. This corny effort ended with B singing of playing doctor and this started the parade of virgins. A virgin singer, a virgin player, and a virgin song that ironically lamented the loss of innocence. It was fun to watch passer-bys get drawn in like moths to flames, circling and circling until they finally getting entrapped and issue the password of "move the guitar, please" while entering.

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Posted – 12/23/06 12:38pm by Lynn Slater, updated or replied 03/31/07 12:13pm
#2: Sit Closer

Sit closer we did as questions blew through kazoos until we hallelujahed
to the memory of 15-year-old ghosts. CiCi saw saw as blackbirds flew past
the bully. We moved on up to cathouses, but try as he might, Mike could
not get Bill to railroad the cat out of the tree so Irene said goodnight
and David blew up the goat, but we all knew that it could not possibly be
over until the thin lady played.

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Posted – 12/23/06 12:39pm by Lynn Slater, updated or replied 03/31/07 12:12pm
#1: Nilistic success
The first one was a Nilistic success. Rocky raccooned, the dead were again
grateful, the parade was remembered, the shy were encouraged, the players
permutated, bands literally flew, and the oboe topped it off. To find out
what this all means, show up Wednesday nights at the Essanay
Posted – 12/23/06 12:35pm by Lynn Slater, updated or replied 03/31/07 12:12pm
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