Little Souse on the Prairie - Part Two
Saturday we were all a-twitter. It was the day of the Big Show. A block from the venue we noticed a fun poster for the event and stopped to take a picture. And it. Getting back into our hostess's vehicle, she puts the key into the ignition to get moving and suddenly the keychain falls on the floor. Huh? Look again and realize that the key had snapped mid-way. With the other half in the ignition. A wave of panic crosses her face. We're kind of in an awkward place blocking back lane traffic. Our sage and wise backseat driver, El Chaperone says "Just stick it back in and turn it and see if it goes". It did. So the day progresses unimpeded.
Looking closely at the poster, roars of "All Right" fill the air as we realize that the undercard includes the Fabulous Kildonans (remnants of '80s Winnipeg punk legends the Stretch Marks) and the previously unknown Farrell Bros. The Farrell "fUtuRe oF rOcKaBiLLy/Straight Out of Selkirk" Bros kicked ass. Biggest wildest hair this side of a Kenora roadside beauty parlour. Regret not taking pics or buying a CD. Maybe go track one down before we ditch the rental car.
The Main Event did not disappoint. For the 7th time in the last 3 years, was thouroughly enthralled and transfixed by the crazee antics of the Th'Legendary Shack Shakers. Quite thrilling to see them near the end of their first ever Canadian tour. Still too bad they haven't ventured east... 'Tis truly one of the better live shows ever and they are frickin nice guys too. Flying pube hair replaced with flying chest hair on this night. Catering to local community standards, or is the front man J.D just getting precariously close to Brazilian after a heavy touring schedule? Nice little ventiliation pipe climbing and upsidedown swinging interlude during the finale...
Sheena also respects the fact that between sets when they walk up to the bar, they always just ask for "something local". Fort Garry Pale Ale
got a particular boost in market share that night.
11 Comments:
Someone called me Jerry Springer and The Colonel JD tried to kiss me!!!
Someone called me Jerry Springer and The Colonel JD tried to kiss me!!!
didja ask him to dance?
didja ask him to dance?
The guy who called me Jerry Springer?
The Colonel JD?
Sigh.
'twas the night I met the man of my dreams.
Sheena? Any pic's of my new husband to be?
Pat
Gee Pat, you better be careful. It's a mad mad world, especially when you're the designated driver.
i feel so........old. missed the 80's music scene as was raising a kid. um, i know rafi from that era. glad ya had fun anyways.
i missed the 90s, scout. just the other day i was telling someone about this great new band - radiohead - and they were like, "wow, are you ever out of it" so i was like "hey, thanks man!"
what? no pix of lung butter?
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