We're bombing down Mission Avenue
when the tarp flaps on the little truck in front of us, kicking up
gusts of its chalky discharge on us. And doesn't it just bring light
to the self-inflicted stigma of going around acting like we're the
Joads or something?
“Wooo!” She howls, “welcome
to the rolling dust cloud a-go-go!”
“Yeah, home of the mouthful
of dirt,” I add. “Future home of Little Burning Man, wherein I
will open the festival with a set by my impending side band, Half
Chub!”
And yes, if my ongoing duties
for the S.E. Apocalypse Krew and 90 Lb. Tumor ever allow, Half Chub
will conquer Little Burning Man and other questionable events, as
well. We're going to play a lot of covers. What's that one
band----that pseudo-ska band with the guy who died? Santeria?
No----Sublime. We're gonna do lots of Sublime covers-----mental,
free-form fusion jazz versions of Sublime tunes. Them and Saccharine
Trust. Probably more Saccharine Trust than Sublime. I actually don't
like Sublime all that much.
Wait 'til you see us. Half Chub,
man....we're phenomenal. If only we could play....
Later, in an unguarded moment,
I'm asked what inspired me to name a band Half Chub.
“Whaddya think?!” I
guffaw.
In the ensuing hours we ghost
around the main drag like sad detectives trying to find the dividing
line between Burning Man Corner (or The Littlest Drainbows, as I like
to call them) and Crime TeamTM. We're still not sure where it is.
Why's it every time someone finds a weird item around here, everyone thinks it belongs to me?
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On a more serious note, after a river of time, I have an art show happening:
That's right-----first solo show ever, in Rogers. Been unable to get a single foot in the door in Fayetteville, but Benton County has always been pretty good to me. They're lookin' better and better to me these days...
More when I get a sec.
THIS WEEK'S PLAYLIST:
GARY NUMAN-SPLINTER
THE REPLACEMENTS-TIM
THE REPLACEMENTS-HOOTENANY
HUSKER DU-NEW DAY RISING
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