For quite awhile I have played around with the idea of doing an entire entry based upon inside jokes and references. If you get a few, then Bravo! Donnie Bravo to all you pupils! If you don’t, that’s ok too….just laugh and wonder what the hell is wrong with me. Don’t hate…..appreciate.
Once upon a recital hour, on a Thursday back in the day, I was enjoying a free concert in the style of Mexican Swing. I quickly realized that I needed to practice in order to achieve the same level of playing, so I sat and pondered for a bit, over a tasty cheeseburger or 4, and, along with a few buddies, we returned to the drum hallway to smack the light and hit some drums, play frisbee and speak of wild Sloths and other animals. This lasted about 32.5 minutes, and then we began to work on our Norwegian 5 step, but, to no avail, as we could not find our pepper mills, we were relegated to the B group, because, as the teachers told us: You may look old, but you guys still can’t swing. So be it. In the basement, we were quite safe from all of those pitiful little bands. Even if we couldn’t play, we could adjourn to the river and get stewed, or get gooned on someone’s porch. Our concerts were awful, but they were pretty good though. I’m also sorry that I stepped on your foot.
This went on for years and years. Tons of Angus beef, studio time, in the place built by Jim’s parents, and also on planes, trains, and automobiles everywhere. We sang deedle, deedle, lee, deedle dum deedle dee. Boy did we jam some people up. It was amazing.
As time ticked by, it became apparent that all of my buddies were not going away, as they threatened to make my arms just like my legs. Terrible friends that I have. I would like to defile them and chop them all into Greek salad. Every time we still get together to play music, they just want to look at old charts. Wacky.
So what are all of us to do? Speak in code I guess. It’s not that I don’t follow the trends; it’s simply because I set them. My friends throw the party…..while I am the party. I party like it’s 1999. Let me show you the world through my eyes as I let it unfold in real time.
As the year draws to a close, let me extend to you a laurel, and hardy handshake while I tell you tales of when I was at west with my esteemed colleagues. Many a laugh we shared while trying to pull out the weeds in the garden of life. It was better than Tootsie and I wish that I could do it all again. From back in the day to all my work besties, you know who you are. I take the work and the play seriously, but I have always tried to not take myself too seriously. I love you all.
Thank you, goodnight, and please try the veal. Also, please keep my business card. I also do funerals. Speaking of funerals, I was once at a wake and it occurred to me that I still wanted to make jokes, because the deceased would have wanted it that way. Is that wrong? Is that frowned upon? Too far? Too soon? Either way, the guest of honor didn’t seem offended, so I guess it all came out ok. Besides, my shoes don’t even wear out, and people like them….but they like my wife’s shoes better. And so it goes. And so will you soon, I suppose.
Tired of reading yet? I’ll bet Nikki is. Where are those copies? Time for the MoeGreene special. Make sure you say hello, or you will be forced to visit headquarters. We all visit headquarters eventually, but it’s ok, because if it’s Friday, there are Fudgsicles. The pen is mightier than the sword right? RIGHT. Thanks for coming in. Righty right. The whole office smells like burnt toast. Where is my glass of dystrophin? I could drink 10 glasses, and I would still be the Walrus. Enjoy the holidays, light a glow stick, look out for the Jack Chop and shake off the attitude. Whatever, waiter. Wait for this….2025 will be here soon. Live for the wonder of it all, and meet me at Foxwoods.
Toodle-oooooooooo. SA-SA.
Merry Everything. I’m the jolliest asshole this side of the nut house. It’s the Festivus for the rest of us. Love, peace and chicken grease, I gotta jet, bounce, and shimmy….shimmy cocoa bat. Power Drinkers Liquors is open. On a final note, take care of all my round headed friends out there. You know who you are.
Stay hydrated, stay awesome, and send help….the coconuts have a laxative effect. 7.
Patrick moeschen 