Greetings BobbleHeads of the Acoustical Nature!
I’ll start this Newsletter off with a photo of an old movie poster:
“Children of the Damned” was released in the early 60′s when I was knee high to a totem pole and I was petrified of the ad when I saw it in the Joliet Herald News. Years later when I saw the movie on some late night TV station, it was about as scary as Scooby Doo. Why do I mention this? I have no idea…
Well, the countdown is on for the traumatic return of DaveBob and The AcoustiBobs on Saturday JUNE 6th at the Harwood Post in Joliet, IL (“where the sanitation canal flows”). Not much of a town motto, but I believe it’s much better than the town motto in the 1980′s which was, “Don’t bother stopping!”
Turning back to DaveBob, our talented Silver SongBird, our Gray Groaner, our Gifted Gladiator, our Laureate of Lullabies, our Monarch of Melody, our Duke of Dynamics, our King of Chords, our Rascal of Resonance, our Sultan of Song, our Colossal Crooner, our Bastion of Ballad, our Vast Vocalist and our Loquacious Lord of The Strings—–um, I forgot what I was going to say about him… hang on—my train of thought derailed again…
Well anyway, he is doing better with each passing moment—but he has sort of let his grooming gone to seed while convalescing, as evidenced below by this recent photo taken at DaveBob’s retreat house, “The Monticellophane” in Mt. Pilot, IL. But in Defending the DaveMan, I must say that open-foot surgery is no walk in the park (more like a crawl in the living room)—at least for about 6 weeks the doctors told him…
DaveBob - May 16, 2009
But he promised us he will change his shirt and socks before we ROCK! on the 6th of June, so we have that going for us —everyone in unison—”WHICH IS NICE!”
More AcoustiBobble News:
Recently, PaulBob and PeteBob were out hiking in the wilds of Bunion County outside of Earlville hunting for asparagus, when they came across the greatest patch of wild asparagus in history! In no time at all they filled three 55 gallon trash bags to the brim with the precious stems and succulent tips. “I can’t believe this man,” exclaimed PeteBob, “we’ll have the smelliest pee in nine counties!” “An awesome find,” PaulBob agreed, “There’s even going to be enough leftover for asparagus jerky,” he chortled. Soon, after side-stepping a mastodon fossil in their path, they came across a sign: “Amel Windsock’s Asparagus Farm.”
THIS WEEK’S NEW BAND NAME:
THE NUNS OF GAVARONE
Not my finest creation I know, but I thought of it when I was listening to one of my favorite Joni Mitchell albums, “Nuns and Rosaries.” On that sour note, it’s safe to assume The AcoustiBobs moniker is good for another week. But concerning last week’s band name, “The Box Elder Bums,” my pretty & cool & funny & intelligent & talented niece AND god-daughter (a dual role!) Bridget, told me that was the best band name replacement yet. And I agree that I do like The Box Elder Bums, but it still was voted down by the “AcoustiBobs rename the band Committee” by a vote or 119,987 to 119,898.
In honor of Bridget Kramer and the fact that a seventeen year old girl actually reads (and laffs at!) my drivel, I am including the promo photo I created for a band that doesn’t and probably will not ever exist as far as you know… (By the way, this took me 2 days to draw—did you ever try “PAINT” on your stupid computer? It’s like trying to draw with an “Etch A Sketch” which is for people who wish to draw like a retard—excuse my 1960’s non-political incorrectiveness.)
