the olde way

i've never been a "funk" fan. do not get me wrong, i love some here and there songs that were done by different people here and there, back in the seventies, but i hate the term. it connotes white boys trying to be something they are not.

i remember a nite in 1986 and going to see one of the few black bands that i liked, mothers finest, out of atlanta. i liked them because they rocked hard, the funk. and the girl was amazing. up on stage she was an ebony queen. all of this was compacted by the point that i was hopped up on some heavy exctasy pills.

i had a wonderful time and have the scars to prove it. my old friend alan hasty could tell of the night, but he is now dead. r.i.p.

the venue was flaming sally's, and this was back in a in-between period of macon having a live music scene.

it was great. that night and i loved it all.

i want to talk about all of this some more. so, i'm going to later.

here are some hear

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baby love

t'was clear at that pointe

The fresh entries had created quite the stir. It was up to Sorely to do due diligence on the new private treaties. He was excited, but i could sense that he was nervous with his new station and prominence. The track lady showed up on time and showed us the new moves. she was beautiful and sensual as owl hell, but very straight forward and proffesional, never letting the conversation veer into non treaty talks.

I felt like going out back and geneflecting on the new developments, and also letting Sorely feel the full on of his new position. It was also a way to pressure test him.

I was amazed to be stopped on my way out by Campho Phinique who was on land to promote for Maine. He was contrite and eggs pressed his desire to leave our past litigation behind and work with me on the Maine Compacts.

It was own

i could smell her feet, so i knew she was on the many-bike. We had broken the treaty with Philly two months earlier, and her looks and feminine charm had softened the blow. The repercussion, when, and if, they came would be lighter thanks to her odor beats. 

The whole area had changed. It was now a comppound of salad and lost souls. People that were yearning and starting to believe. The soil was moist with punks and certs. Janis Joplin was dreaming up on the side stage and Eddie Money was wondering what we were doing thursday night from the Maine stage. Crew members from the Maine Progress Committe were giving out samples of crab, lobster and spears.

the moist and terrible runk

It felt so horribly corporate, but the weather dictated the decision. I know that Sorrel and Trent would be miffed but, WTF, we had to break the stalemate. After two months of nothing but cologne and sportswear, we had to be open minded. For roughly thirty thousand, we would forget about the struggle. Perry had to go.

we had some time

The new route would take a while to clear, so we had some time to kill. We went and bought some costumes, a couple archery kits, some extracts and a shirt. After that we released Lorne and went back to the Nothing. It was quiet and cool, so we brought out the sting reports. the data was raw and exciting. we KNEW that the new route and network would enable true resonance. We broke the cast and started thinking of girding our petite angles and trimming out Lorne altogether.