PaulC
07-12-2009, 11:01 AM
went surfin' for an idea as to what club(s) to visit this comin' fri nite in new orleans,.. which got me to offbeat,.. which sent me on a search of matt perrine and woof (snug harbor midnite set),.. which upon googled got me to chuck tagger and his april 08 musin's... tttp://www.gumbopages.com/looka/archive/2008-04.html (where there is much readin' goodness to be found)...
includin' this from a gal named diana schwam (i think).... w/ a closin' assist from dave...................
I know what you say is so true
But I'm just not as Zen as you.
Though I've mellowed a bit,
I go into a fit
for a month before April (or two).
We seem to go through this yearly
(I appreciate it, sincerely).
But I still can't seem
to schedule or scheme
my Fest choices quite so clearly.
So as sage as your advice is,
when left to my own devices
the grids come out,
I scream and shout
and commence to be indecisive.
And this part is just the worst,
when I'm seeing, at the very first
the conflicting acts,
I just can't relax!
There are too many ways I'm coerced!
The decisions cause me such stress
My cubes and my grids -- they're a mess!
Dinner reservation?
Just more consternation!
I can't choose my shoes, no less!
This enduring dilemna of Fest
Is an easier choice than the rest.
Life has much greater stresses
And I DO count my blesses.
(It's not like God's posing some test).
I'm still a Fair Grounds smörgåsborder
(not yet a Cox Tent seat hoarder).
And as it nears
I calm my fears.
Are there meds for this kind of disorder?
It's all good, as you've rightly said
You really just can't be misled.
If there isn't a pill
I'll at least take a chill
after first going out of my head.
Of course, once I'm actually there
I throw caution right up in air.
I will choose on the run
Flit from hither to yon
Club to club; tent to stage; grass to chair.
Plans surely will fall by the wayside
when I suddenly hear a guitar slide.
Set courses will change
and I must rearrange
when an old (or new!) fave act is spied.
Then it all starts anew ev'ry night
when club choices pose a new fight.
So I pick two or three
And I set myself free:
Just like daytime, it's all just all right
But the worst is when all my friends say
the best thing they saw through the day
was the act I let slide
while my time I did bide
in the line for a cochon de lait!
When my friends all tell me I blew it
I tell them it's tough to intuit
Which act will be best
Throughout all of Fest
So I don't even try to construe it
But, while they're all on Cloud Nine
Over Springsteen or Ruffins or Prine
I don't get all manic
Just groove to the Panic
And know the best moments are mine!
includin' this from a gal named diana schwam (i think).... w/ a closin' assist from dave...................
I know what you say is so true
But I'm just not as Zen as you.
Though I've mellowed a bit,
I go into a fit
for a month before April (or two).
We seem to go through this yearly
(I appreciate it, sincerely).
But I still can't seem
to schedule or scheme
my Fest choices quite so clearly.
So as sage as your advice is,
when left to my own devices
the grids come out,
I scream and shout
and commence to be indecisive.
And this part is just the worst,
when I'm seeing, at the very first
the conflicting acts,
I just can't relax!
There are too many ways I'm coerced!
The decisions cause me such stress
My cubes and my grids -- they're a mess!
Dinner reservation?
Just more consternation!
I can't choose my shoes, no less!
This enduring dilemna of Fest
Is an easier choice than the rest.
Life has much greater stresses
And I DO count my blesses.
(It's not like God's posing some test).
I'm still a Fair Grounds smörgåsborder
(not yet a Cox Tent seat hoarder).
And as it nears
I calm my fears.
Are there meds for this kind of disorder?
It's all good, as you've rightly said
You really just can't be misled.
If there isn't a pill
I'll at least take a chill
after first going out of my head.
Of course, once I'm actually there
I throw caution right up in air.
I will choose on the run
Flit from hither to yon
Club to club; tent to stage; grass to chair.
Plans surely will fall by the wayside
when I suddenly hear a guitar slide.
Set courses will change
and I must rearrange
when an old (or new!) fave act is spied.
Then it all starts anew ev'ry night
when club choices pose a new fight.
So I pick two or three
And I set myself free:
Just like daytime, it's all just all right
But the worst is when all my friends say
the best thing they saw through the day
was the act I let slide
while my time I did bide
in the line for a cochon de lait!
When my friends all tell me I blew it
I tell them it's tough to intuit
Which act will be best
Throughout all of Fest
So I don't even try to construe it
But, while they're all on Cloud Nine
Over Springsteen or Ruffins or Prine
I don't get all manic
Just groove to the Panic
And know the best moments are mine!