My grassroots campaign to install "Play Kokomo!" as America's new "Funny thing to yell at shows" took another tiny step toward success this week. I did a little bit of field testing and apparently, it works at bluegrass shows as well.
Last night, I was lucky enough to catch songstress/temptress Jenee Halstead and the Saskatchewan Rough Riders (Note: not the real band name. They haven't come up with one yet, so until they pull the trigger, I'm going with the Saskatchewan Rough Riders) at the Plough and Stars in Cambridge. During a lull in the show, I slapped down the ol' "Play Kokomo!" card. It, of course, killed. It's just a solid piece of work.
For the rest of the show, I did a wee bit of heckling, as is my custom. My buddy Andy plays guitar with Jenee, so of course I booed the crap out of him and yelled "You suck!" a few times. You know - to show the love. Apparently, most of these folkies aren't accustomed to such open displays of comic hostility. Tension was in the air.
When the verbal back-and-forth reached its climax, I got to utter one of the favorite sentences to ever come out of my mouth: "Oh no - a bluegrass band is coming to beat me up. Oooooo!"
That didn't exactly garner me any new friends in the normally genteel Plough and Stars patronage. I would have been worried for my safety if every guy in there hadn't been petite enough to fit their size zero women's jeans into their silk-lined mandolin cases. Still, one round of "May the Circle Be Unbroken" and all was forgiven. I love rootsy Americana!
By the way, if anyone tries to pull this "give him a taste of his own medicine" and yells "Play Kokomo!" at me during the debut of the Brendan Boogie Band at Bulfinch Yacht Club on Tuesday, there will be swift and furious vengeance. In the profound words of Bret Michaels, "You won't make me a notch on your bedpost. I'm the notcher!"
Last night, I was lucky enough to catch songstress/temptress Jenee Halstead and the Saskatchewan Rough Riders (Note: not the real band name. They haven't come up with one yet, so until they pull the trigger, I'm going with the Saskatchewan Rough Riders) at the Plough and Stars in Cambridge. During a lull in the show, I slapped down the ol' "Play Kokomo!" card. It, of course, killed. It's just a solid piece of work.
For the rest of the show, I did a wee bit of heckling, as is my custom. My buddy Andy plays guitar with Jenee, so of course I booed the crap out of him and yelled "You suck!" a few times. You know - to show the love. Apparently, most of these folkies aren't accustomed to such open displays of comic hostility. Tension was in the air.
When the verbal back-and-forth reached its climax, I got to utter one of the favorite sentences to ever come out of my mouth: "Oh no - a bluegrass band is coming to beat me up. Oooooo!"
That didn't exactly garner me any new friends in the normally genteel Plough and Stars patronage. I would have been worried for my safety if every guy in there hadn't been petite enough to fit their size zero women's jeans into their silk-lined mandolin cases. Still, one round of "May the Circle Be Unbroken" and all was forgiven. I love rootsy Americana!
By the way, if anyone tries to pull this "give him a taste of his own medicine" and yells "Play Kokomo!" at me during the debut of the Brendan Boogie Band at Bulfinch Yacht Club on Tuesday, there will be swift and furious vengeance. In the profound words of Bret Michaels, "You won't make me a notch on your bedpost. I'm the notcher!"
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One addendum to the evening I forgot to add:
After the show, I tried to convince Jenee that tattoo artists like to play pranks on naive white girls and that the Chinese symbol tattooed on her shoulder actually reads "sweet and sour pork."
She wasn't biting.
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