Friday, December 22, 2006

KP Christmas take 3

Twas two nights before New Years, two thousand plus seven
KP had it's Christmas party, was it hell or heaven?
The food was layed out in the kitchen with care,
Gorging and feasting would soon take place there.

The drunkards all boasted all stout in their deeds
while visions of Belgium all danced in their heids; (Scottish pronounciciation)
Kathy's in Sweeden,
Randy's on sabatical.
The group must move farward with players slightly less fanatical.
Mel times three, Mich times 2, Wil, Mondo, Polo, Ro, Cel, Crispy, Hotrod, Nette, Eye, PCP , and Merboo.
When out on the floor misconceptions shatter,
Our history on stage is all that does matter.
A quick change is made in the wings in a flash,
weekends are for glory, weekdays are for cash.
Brada's and sistah's stand with me with pride,
as truth and misconception colide.

KP is my familly more than mine is.
And we grow by generation with all these new kids.
One day I canot dance, one day I canot play;
one day I'll dream and boast of my momments on stage.
Another old story from an old man undeserved,
I hope you enjoy the culture I helped preserve.

Shy.

It's like 630 am and I should be asleep. But I'll publish this till I can rewrite. No takebacks till then.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

I didn't know I had a blog...

Wholly moly puddin in pie it's been a long time since I've written in here. And I'm talking the whole moly, not just part of it. How does one spell 'moley?...molly...moly?' I've actually started and stopped a few blogs which I ended up deleting because I hate half baked ideas because half baked things are still yucky in the middle.

As it turns out I've been stupid busy and lately when I get in front of the computer my brain has been a bucket of jello. And since there is always room for jello I think my brain bucket is full up.

I still intend to finish my tour memoires, but I'll intersperse them with current stuff as it looks that it'll take a while. As for now, it's off to the races yet again.

Rhoel.