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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: Alan of Australia Date: 12 Feb 00 - 09:37 PM G'day, MMario posted the words to Marilee earlier in this thread. He has also provided the tune which can be found at The Mudcat MIDI site.
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: Amos Date: 12 Feb 00 - 12:36 AM Dig it -- I have a dark stranger packing heat on an Indian out therein the night somewhere and I'm trying to go to bed my own self! He'll have to let himself in when he gets back from baying at the moon, I guess. Thanks for serving all those drinks while you were out...your alter ego should fill you in on the fiddling that nearly broke the old Tavern apart. Good night, Gracie. A |
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: MMario Date: 12 Feb 00 - 12:10 AM just popped in to see what I was doing....and grab another brew before toddling off to my bunk. Amazing what one can do with multiple personalities on the job... If anyone is interested, just sent a midi of "Marilee" off to Alan. It should show up on the MMudcat MMidi site sometime soon. MMario
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: Amos Date: 11 Feb 00 - 11:47 PM Hey, Susan ... could I get a tape of that? A |
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: Willie-O Date: 11 Feb 00 - 11:32 PM Hey Mbo, I love that tune "Sitting in the Stern of the Boat". Never heard anyone else play it either. I do it on guitar, in DADGAD, with "Skibbereen Lasses". Willie-O |
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: Amos Date: 11 Feb 00 - 11:23 PM The room stills in an awe of gasping, catching breaths, eyes-fire damping as the tones rebound and fade from the timbers, the shaking settles in the stones of the foundation, and an atmosphere of amazed peace after the storm settles on the enchanted tribe of blessed listeners. Then the applause begins, as the fiddler reaches weakly for a single malt placed there by the impassioned, watchful MMario, and sips her way back to consciousness. Enthralled, bled, drained and electrified the crowd's applause rises and rises, storming the corners and echoing from the rafters. Shivers of remembrance fuel it again, and the electric air of the Tavern is charged, recharged, and sparks to the heart of God in the moonlit night as they pay the fiddler her tribute, still dancing forever down the back corners of every heart in the room. As the applause subsides to a gentle hum of warm recollection, a new presence is felt in the room.... |
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: Susan A-R Date: 11 Feb 00 - 10:56 PM Sally Goodin' Soldier's Joy, Garey Owen, White Cocade (no wisecracks here) The Scholar, Irishman's Heart to the Ladies, Kitchen Girl, Rockberg Castle, Finally, she lowers her bow, reaches for a mug of Otter Creek Stovepipe Porter, downs it at a gulp and says, and that to your little box. and slumps against the bar. MMario barely catches the fiddle and bow as they slide from her fingers.
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: Amos Date: 11 Feb 00 - 10:38 PM Yeeeeeeeehaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!! Fire On the Mountain!!!
The crowd stomps on the bar, the tables, the floor, the rafters and the window panes (briefly) in a passioned frenzy of thund'rous rhythms and the ice-clear euphoria of a blazing fiddle permeating the very seams of the old building. |
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: Susan A-R Date: 11 Feb 00 - 10:30 PM Finally, the fiddler can take it no more. Straining every muscle, shestarts in on a slow, dirge-like rendition of whiskey before Breakfast. Gradually through pure force of will, she speeds it up, then walks haltingly through Harvest Home, joggs through Arkansas Traveller, trots trhough Fisher's Hornpipe, canters through Smash the Windows, gallops thorough Rakes of Mallow, and grins madly as sparks fly from the box, yelling at the top of her lungs Where's the bloody Bodran player when you could really use him. Mikal, where are yooooooooooooou
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: Amos Date: 11 Feb 00 - 10:24 PM Beats "Me an' Bobbie McGee", Mbo! Glad you're stirring about! ("Wear it long and they will come, Mbo!" whispers the wind at the Tavern door) |
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: Mbo Date: 11 Feb 00 - 10:18 PM Now I'm playing "Once Upon A Time" by ELO Part II. --Mbo |
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: Susan A-R Date: 11 Feb 00 - 10:00 PM Thanks MMario. Maggie really should be sung. Hmmm, maybe we could play the goddes's disc before she gets b. . Well, maybe not such a good idea. D'you suppose Max would let us listen to his? Now if he doesn't shut off that box I'l have to do The Bonnie Hind Sir Patrick Spence Young Waters Henry Martin Bonnie Susie Clellend The Bonnie Boy is Young Tell Laura I Love Her Honey Don't It Make Your Brown Eyes Blue What Have They Done to the Rain AAAAARGH |
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: MMario Date: 11 Feb 00 - 09:52 PM And good company you are. Beautiful rendition of Maggie, hope you didn't mind my singing along. Amos is in BIG trouble if he doesn't cut another copy of that golden disk for the Tavern...... |
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: Susan A-R Date: 11 Feb 00 - 09:46 PM When the fiddler finishes playing a sweet, slow and tear-jearking version of Maggie (When I first said I loved only you Maggie, and you said you loved only me) she wipes away a tear, then looks over to see the sad poet, and two strangers at a table with a familiar box. Oh RATS! I thought I threw that thing into the jello pit a while back. I HATE it when I cry on my bow. It ruins the hairs. I thought I was going to play Whiskey Before breakfast and then . . . Oh well, I guess I'll just go over and drink with MMario.
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: Amos Date: 11 Feb 00 - 08:38 PM The gentle thunder of a 1947 Indian motorcycle penetrates the walls of the quiet Mudcat Tavern. The glistening machine rolls up to the Tavern door, and the tall stranger in the slouch hat and cape comes in. On his shoulder is a small capuchin monkey, holding on with one hand and looking brightly around. |
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: Mbo Date: 11 Feb 00 - 04:37 PM Wow mister! That's exactly what I need right now--but it's not some much the lonely heart, it's the guilt, remorse and anger at myself that I feel. I fear, that like Joe Jackson and Mitch Williams, I have been branded UNFORGIVEN. --Mbo (Now could you get that thing to play "The Most Beautiful Girl In The World"?) |
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: Amos Date: 11 Feb 00 - 03:26 PM A paunchy balding business man in an inappropriate trenchcoat wanders through the open door. "Excuse me," he says to the room at large, "but is there some monstrous hack emanating from here? If there is, I want apiece of that action right now, and I'm ready to provide up to three million intialy and 25 for second tier financing if they have what I think I just saw crashing portals all over the 'Net! They were folding up like offended maidens all over cyberspace!" He walks anxiously over to the table where an entranced Mbo is listening to a dour eccentric engineer with a strange electronic box in front of him. "Is that yours? What is it?!! How does it work??", he demands, waving a pigskin checkbook in one hand. I'll give you 10% of the founder's shares if you'll bring it up to my office and sign some papers..." Mbo sighs melancholically, but the eccentric engineer with the gift of gab stands up slowly, a glint in his eye. "Sit down," he says, waving his hand to a chair. "Mind the jello pit. We should talk. Don't mind my friend here -- the world is with him overmuch tonight." |
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: MMario Date: 11 Feb 00 - 02:39 PM watch who you calling old, or I'll...I'll.. have another drink. |
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: Peter T. Date: 11 Feb 00 - 02:22 PM The door squeaks open, and a man in a 3-piece dustball enters carrying a familiar box. He looks around for the barkeep and the old drunks, and not seeing any, smiles wanly, and makes his way to Mbo's table. "Excuse me, sir, but I couldn't help overhearing your valedictory, ave-atque-vale, vale of tears song, and thought that you might be interested, in these days of pyramiding value, in a new product!!!!" Sets box down on table, which emits a squelchy sound, and proceeds to open the side flap. "Sir!! I present to you, the new improved, Internet compatible, SAD-O-METER!!!!!Some here will remember the old mechanical version -- they of little faith -- but I have now reengineered this baby, T1-ready, and subject to listing on the NASDAQ, depending on the wisdom of the new entrepreneurial generation!" Pulls out keyboard from box, attaches to jukebox/robotic outlet. Types furiously. Machine glows translucently. Suddenly a 3-D projection of George Jones flickers to life in front of row of barstools. Machine puffs. "He Stopped Loving Her Today" begins to play. Yahoo, Altavista, AOL-Online seize up: all search engines vainly seek out lost loves across millions of internet lines, to no avail. Java goes cold. Internet Explorer wanders out into the night, weeping for she who comes no more, and is not heard from again. Netscape sees the barrenlandscape of the future and curls up into a whimpering ball. HTML stands for Hearts Tragically Missing Love, and dissolves into wordless grief. All are caught in a universal web of loneliness and heartbreak. The SAD-O-METER.COM spins on. George Jones' voice breaks, comes to a halt. "Well, sir?" says the dour figure, with a proud smile on his grey face,"What do you think?" |
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: Amos Date: 11 Feb 00 - 12:36 PM I ain't no Java Programmer, no Programmer's son But I can nibble and byte 'til a programmer comes Ain't no modem, no modem's son But I kin modulate your bandwidth 'til that modem comes... We must always remember we can do better.... A |
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: Amos Date: 11 Feb 00 - 11:55 AM Did you ever say what did what? I missed the referent. A |
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: MMario Date: 11 Feb 00 - 11:53 AM "You get an arpeggio in here, you're gonna hafta clean it up yourself!"?!?!? thanks....I have coffee all over my screen and keyboard now.....*grin* |
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: GUEST,Mbo Date: 11 Feb 00 - 11:48 AM Did I ever say it did in the first place? --Mbo |
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: Amos Date: 11 Feb 00 - 11:44 AM Yeah, I understand, man. the gene her hidden end; But what them blues is all about Is gettin' laid. my friend Bring on your true-heart stories, friend, Let hearts say what they may! But when thy wick again doth dip Them blues will go away! A |
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: GUEST,Roger the skiffler Date: 11 Feb 00 - 11:38 AM You get an arpeggio in here, you're gonna hafta clean it up yourself! RtS "I'm not an insurance agent, I'm an insurance agent's son I've got a big endowment if you want me to show you one Why hesitate, honey?" [one verse, Gary Davis didn't think of, and proof I'm no lyricist] RtS |
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: GUEST,Mbo Date: 11 Feb 00 - 11:29 AM Well that's not it AT ALL Amos! It's something totally different. Now it's time for a song from everybody's favorite glum-rockers (well at least mine) Radiohead. I'm gonna do "Street Spirit (Fade Out)." Can I get an arpeggio in here? Immerse your souls in love. --Mbo |
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: Amos Date: 11 Feb 00 - 11:21 AM Well suit yerself, you dedicated glumdrop, I understand you need to relish your heartbreaks, savor them carefully, and distill their essence so that you can draw on the experience later on, when it comes in handy to demonstrate your profound feelings, your poetic sensibilities, your delicacy of spirit, and thus serve as a great help in getting laid!. See right through you, man, but, been there, done that, so soak in your miseries and let them arm you for your future conquests, sez I, and rottsa ruck :>) |
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: GUEST,Mbo Date: 11 Feb 00 - 11:15 AM Amos, our Anti-Valentine's Day sing-a-long on Hearme is on Sunday night! I don't want to lose my sour attitude and spoil everything. I got lots of sad sad songs to sing. I've got to stay conditioned. --Mbo |
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: Amos Date: 11 Feb 00 - 11:08 AM Well, you have the advantage of me there. But don't be letting this gloom infect ye so, lad. It is not that the world has closed! Last I looked, it was still open for business. HOWDY, MBO!!! SMIILE FER ME, POSSUM BREATH! |
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: GUEST,Mbo Date: 11 Feb 00 - 11:05 AM Well first off, it's a Yamaha Eterna, "Sitting in The Stern Of A Boat" is a slow air--no verses, and it's not SUPPOSED to make me feel better. BTW I don't like John Bunyan. --Mbo |
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: Amos Date: 11 Feb 00 - 10:53 AM Well, lad, ye could whip out that trusty Epiphone and knock back the verses yer own self -- it might pull you outta yer despond! A |
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: GUEST,Mbo Date: 11 Feb 00 - 10:41 AM Hey, what do I have to do to get someone to play "Sitting In The Stern Of A Boat" for me? --Mbo |
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: Amos Date: 11 Feb 00 - 08:50 AM The bartender pours the Fool a single malt, that sings to the glass and answers only to sunlight, the golden promise of divine messages directly delivered. "It's on the house, mate. Mad poets with sweet music rolling out of their mouths, truth laid out as daintily as dewdrops, that's a treat for us. Carry on." |
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: GUEST,Roger the skiffler Date: 11 Feb 00 - 08:45 AM The Skiffler travels to the bar on his trusty Timberland boots, parks them on the bar-rail and sips his brandy, breaking into "Hesitation Blues". He stops after a couple of verses, sensing that the full 11-minute Rev Gary Davis version might try the tolerance of the other patrons too far. A voluptous temptress sashays up to him. "Hey, you remind me of Eric Clapton" she says "Really?" he says, preening. "Yes" she replies "he wears boots like those"and sashays away. :0)} RtS |
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: Troll Date: 11 Feb 00 - 07:13 AM A blear-eyed figure stumbles through the door, hair atangle and beard abristle. " Oh Gods" he mutters," morning already. Coffee mine host, black as night,that goes down like molten lead and feels like a saw draggin across yer tongue, I gotta wake up. Fiddler! A wake-up tune like Whisky Before Breakfast or The Laird of Drum Blair. Nothin slow or I'll go back to sleep standin here." troll |
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: GUEST,Roger the skiffler Date: 11 Feb 00 - 06:22 AM At last it's POETS day today. Piss Off Early Tomorrow's Saturday. Gimme a large one to be going on with. RtS |
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: Lonesome EJ Date: 11 Feb 00 - 01:02 AM The crackle and spat of an old rusty Triumph echoes off of the buildings on Tiple Street, and in front of the Mudcat Tavern, the dusty wizened rider brings it to a halt, kickstand down, he breaks the dirt-seal of the cracked leather goggles and shoves them up to his forehead."I've been here before,"he mumbles and smiles to himself. Passers-by avoid making eye-contact with the rider, for his eyes are too wide, his smile a bit gleeful for stranger comfort. His clothing is a motley assortment of colors and patterns, and on the back of the battered brown leather jacket is stencilled God's Own Fool. A man in a suit, carrying a mandolin case, stands near... consciously ignoring the Fool. "watch my bike, will you friend," smiles the Fool to the unheeding bystander. Befrore entering the Tavern, the Fool slaps his outfit randomly, producing an awesome cloud of the dust of several time zones, decades,past lovers... and then heaving the handle of the bar, he leaves this atmosphere hovering like a disappearing memory on the street. "I'll have the usual," he tells the amused bartender," but this time without the ice." "And that would be...?" "Frigid pieces of solid water. People like it who drink for comfort, but I have decided to drink for truth." And so the bartender serves him a tumbler of whiskey, as the Fool tosses his dirty gloves onto the bar, and downs the liquor in one gulp."Nice try," he says and wipes his lips on the bandanna wound round his neck, smiling."Now bring out the good stuff. The real stuff. I want to see Heaven reflecting on the brim, and angels wading in the dregs. I would like nothing less than a jarful of the Summer of Love, a 1967 vintage. I want to hear Quicksilver humming like a tuning fork when the heat hits my veins, Ginsburg ranting about the naked night, Ochs grappling with a rhyme,the Pentagon levitating,Gaia's pulse palpitating, the seasons turning and tumbling around me like a rolling wave, while I break free at the roaring edge. I want to take it all in... and then I want to transcend it." The bartender keeps a respectful distance from the Holy Fool as he pushes another whiskey toward him. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: SALTY DOG SINGS TO THE GODDESS From: Amos Date: 10 Feb 00 - 10:47 PM The troubadour is still bemused. Several of the bike-admirers come up, demanding to know what he said to her in that mystical mink-clad limo. "I sang to her", he replies, amazed. He stands and again withdraws the Martin from its case and strikes a minor modal chord, a plaintiff riff that conjures up the night wind on the northern sea, and sings in slow, light tones:
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: Susan A-R Date: 10 Feb 00 - 10:35 PM After the last drawn out note, the fiddler lowers her battered old instrument and sighs. Then, shaking herself, she says, what is about these warm climate hockey teams that I can't take seriously? Hockey in Texas and California?? I know the Bruins suck wind, but at least it's cold in Boston and there's real ice on things. Oh well, how about a nice Planxty to soothe the soul. I'll leave hockey to the folks who actually can see the puck. |
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: Amos Date: 10 Feb 00 - 10:34 PM "On the other hand,", the gallant and not sad troubadour replied, brightening, "I did get a 1947 Indian to replace that Harley!". The young poet nods somewhat distractedly, bewitched in his own turn by the flying fiddle. A number of the Goddess' favored singers and players have gathered ad the door, shaling their heads in wonder and awe at the magical sight of a 1947 Indian, fully chromed and shining like moonlight itself in the dark evening outside, giving the faint magical greenish glow tothe world that is known to be the trademark of the Magic of the Gaelic Goddess. The troub prsses the ignition key to his lips in reverence, and bellies up to bar, asking in kindly tones for another Guinness with some royal coffee on the side. Sometimes, ya just have to know what's the right thing to do. If anyone ever woulda told me I'd kick off a Harley for the chance to ride in a mink covered limousine -- and been glad I did it! -- I'da tole them to go straight to h##L or London, whichever came first...wotta Goddess. (He stands awed, sipping his beer). |
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: Mbo Date: 10 Feb 00 - 10:26 PM The sad young poet returns "Ahhh...the Flyers & the Legion of Doom will whip all your sorry..." But then "The Celtic Lament" starts on unaccompanied fiddle--and he stops to take it all in.
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: Susan A-R Date: 10 Feb 00 - 10:22 PM Oh All Right, If I HAVE to. Here's the one I sat and played on Tuesday night when I was furious at my husband and I didn't think my ride to the session was going to show up. (an evil combination, I assure you.) The ride did show up, that's where I learned the Drunken Gager and other terriffic tunes. Sure you don't want to hear Staton Island Hornpipe or Fishers, or somethin' lively? Oh well. I do a mean version of Lorena, or All Things are Quite Quiet, or maybe some Leonard Cohen? MMario, could you make up something for Mbo, say with chocolate and good french roast or somethin? |
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: Áine Date: 10 Feb 00 - 10:19 PM As the strains of wonderful fiddlin' fill the Tavern, the sad-faced young poet looks up to see the mink-covered limo return up the drive and pull to a stop. The door opens and the Harley Man climbs out, grasping his D-28 and shaking his head. The eerie glow of a television screen bathes the face of the saggy butted tortoise sitting in the back seat. The door of the limo slams suddenly. "You back already?," asks the sad young poet. "Yeah," replies the Harley Man. "What happened?," inquires the sad young poet. "Dunno," says the Harley Man. "I said something about Anaheim and she went crazy . . . started screaming something about "What do you mean it wasn't slashing? Did you see Hull's nose? Why, if I'd had my magic hockey puck, Nielsen would be so much Duck poop right now! Myself, didn't you see the blood on the ice?" "Goddesses," answers the sad young poet. "Yeah, I know what you mean," agrees the Harley Man. "Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em!" The mink-covered limo pulls out of the Tavern's drive, and the voice of the Goddess is heard faintly chanting, "Go Stars . . . Go Stars . . . Go Stars . . . Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, Eddie . . .
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: Troll Date: 10 Feb 00 - 10:12 PM I have offended the Goddess. My life is over. I shall lie in an unmarked grave and my spirit will wander the earth. Or maybe I'll just have a cup of hot chocolate and go to bed. I'm working a medieval faire fri. sat.& sun. and it's gonna be a long one. Tomorrow is kids day. 6,000 plus of the little...Darlings. Goodnight to all. troll |
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: Mbo Date: 10 Feb 00 - 10:09 PM No, no happy stuff....do you know "The Celtic Lament"? --Mbo |
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: Susan A-R Date: 10 Feb 00 - 10:05 PM A fine evening for a pint. Got any Catamount Amber? Any Long Trail Ale? Any Tunbridge brew? God, onlly Vermont brew you have is that dratted Magic Hat stuff!! That's dessert, not beer. Ah well. I guess I'll just pull out my fiddle and do something to liven this place up a bit. How about the Tipsy Gager? I'm just learning that one, and it's a good perpetual motion tune. It's amazing that the fingers still work after their encounters with hot fat, bleach and knives this week. Must be about time for a vacation. Say, who was that guy on the big bike. wonder if he knows there's a possum ridin' shotgun? And what's with all of the mink droppings in the front yard? Oh well, I'll have a Pete's Wicked Ale and play my tune. |
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: Mbo Date: 10 Feb 00 - 10:02 PM I think our own Áine the Irish Love Goddess, keeper of Mudcat's equivalent to the Book of Kells, is worth more than any machine ever invented--even a computer! --Mbo |
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: Troll Date: 10 Feb 00 - 09:52 PM Nothin can replace a Harley.( except a '47 Indian) Who needs reality when they can have prozac? troll |
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: MMario Date: 10 Feb 00 - 09:50 PM The way I figure it is, a goddess can replace the harley.... virtual reality is SO nice... |
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Subject: RE: current tavern number is 21 From: Troll Date: 10 Feb 00 - 09:45 PM MM I believe. Don't get me wrong. It's just that...well, Goddess or Harley? I'd really have to think about that one hard. Tough choice if you know what I mean. troll |
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