More Fest announcepants:
Harley stage headliners came out today. Nothing especially notable.
Big & Rich will be a good day to avoid the stage. Big hats and goofy boots.
Less Than Jake and Reel Big fish on the 4th for a double dose of skapunk. Morris Day and the Time are apparently still milking Jungle Love. Whaddaya know- TBA playing here too!
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When you only have one cow, you milk it for all it's worth.
ReplyDeleteThen you feed it hormones in the hope that it will produce more milk for you to squeeze from its battered, chapped teats.
One of my kids, as some kind of messed-up rebellion, has developed a fondness for what passes for country music and conned my wife into seeing Big and Rich with him. Her take: "Not as bad as you'd think."
ReplyDeleteBy the way, Chuckles, that wasn't a teat.
Chuckles! Nice imagery.
ReplyDeleteLaste year, this was the post from my Sumemrfest Blog on the Big old Country Night (wasn't big and rich, TK and Chesney. Hank Retched). http://web.mac.com/blm/iWeb/Summerfestblog/Fest-Blog/F9302A1A-4665-44C5-98AE-2413A6BD412B.html:
Man. it’s not enough that Chesney and Toby Keith draw in all the suburban wanna-be cowboys in their high heeled boots, fake cowboy hats and fake worn jeans. And we won’t even get into the mindless simplistic jingoistic anthems that were basically retreads of Matt Stone and Trey Parker’s “America! Fuck Yeah!” minus the irony.
And I won’t even comment on the driving. I mean, I understand that urban driving may be a bit more... intense... than they are used to.
On our way out last night, we fell into traffic behind a van filled with just these people, 6 hats and a driver. And the driver appeared to be having an episode, fluttering her hands and paying little attention to the driving. Fortunately the crowd was slight and less aggressive than the night before (when we saw a large burgundy sedan crumple it’s own front corner on a city bus and keep going).
Once we were behind the van, we could see the side door opening when the stopped, and closing when they moved. Finally, we realized that one of the passengers was hornking lizard parts on the road.
I mean really. First time drinking in the Big City? Embarrassing, actually. Gutdumping from the standard fare Summerfest beer? Lightweights.
Besides, we all know that car-barfing is best done at speed on the highway. The windstream cleans off the side of the car, mostly, and the breeze keeps Ralphy awake.
The least they could have done is use one of them big, ugly hats.
Now, don't get me wrong. I like country, when it's hardcore like Cash or Hank, or the new breed from labels like Bloodshot.
AG announcepants:
ReplyDeleteAG is not pregnant.
Oh yeah, AG loves knowing that Snag's offspring is in to country. That makes AG beam with joy and glee.
whew.
ReplyDeleteThat's a relief.
I prefer to do my car puking on the hood of someone else's car. And then fall on said hood and rumple it. The next morning the sad fool comes out to his car and sees it covered in Chuck reisude and has a new Chuck-shaped imprint on the hood.
ReplyDeleteChuck, please, not before lunch.
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