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Subject: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Mbo Date: 18 Jan 00 - 09:26 PM Well gee whiz--howdy doo? Welcome the the Mudcat Juke Joint! I'm your soda jerk host/swaaa-yuhl singer, Mbo! My boss said I'm supposed to run this place "business as usual" while he's away--but I lied. But...well gosh-golly what could be more fun than inviting all you guys and gals from the Mudcat and serve free malteds? Do you like our snazzy deco job? I set up a memorabilia wall over there--check out the pictures! Yeah, mister, there's the one of that Bobby Dylan guy, dressed as a lumberjack! There's one of Muddy Waters playing with the groovy Fab 4, and the one with Seamus Ennis strumming a ukelele. I just hope the boss don't find out that I cut up his music magazines, lost his scissors, and used up all his glue! Oh and that one over there is of this Irish guy who came in once. He said his name was Tommy, and I think he wanted me to make him something, but he never said WHAT--really far-out. Since I'm here first, I got first dibs on the Jukebox. I'm gonna use my five cents to play that song by ELO--"Hold On Tight." It makes me want to do a dance! Everyone, pull up a chrome stool, have a malt, and lets sing some songs! I'm gonna put my coonskin hat on! --Mbo |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: paddymac Date: 18 Jan 00 - 09:57 PM A five cent juke box? Long, long time since any of those have been in use. The only one I ever saw was in a museum. Might be some cool songs on there, but if you keep serving me milk everytime I ask fer a pint I won't be back. |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Mbo Date: 18 Jan 00 - 10:07 PM Wull you know what Mister paddymac sir? My boss has a stash o' licker behind the counter! It's supposedly only for his "special" friends...I guess he won't mind if we dip into it...I'm sure we have a permit to sell alcohol, right? --Mbo |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Susan A-R Date: 18 Jan 00 - 10:18 PM Hmmmm, I don't think I'd chance it Mbo, but if you gave it away . . . Actually, I could go for a Deep Dark Chocolate milkshake (spoiled here with a Ben&Jerrys around the corner. I put on a bit more weight in the summer, although their hot chocolate with chocolate whipped cream is none too shabby) Say, any Mamma Cass stuff on that Juke Box? I could do with that wonderful voice about now. Words of love so soft and tender won't get you where you want to go. Um, I think that the little possum in the corner is concerned about your coonskin cap Mbo. |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: JenEllen Date: 18 Jan 00 - 10:22 PM Pulling up a stool with my pony tail a'swishin.... Next five cents plays Chantilly Lace, or else I'll put you all in a phone booth and tip it over... Mbo, how's about a rootbeer with a splash of the special stuff thrown in? |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: harpgirl Date: 18 Jan 00 - 10:23 PM ...come on paddymac let's drag our friend Kat out for a pint. She needs to be jollied up....ya wore me out yesterday ya know paddymac!! at rehearsal I mean! |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Mbo Date: 18 Jan 00 - 10:24 PM Comin' right up, ladies! BTW Elle, was it you who sent me the Cowboy Piper song? --Mbo (Umm...Cleigh, that's not another possum...) |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Dave (the ancient mariner) Date: 18 Jan 00 - 10:57 PM Mbo nice place you got here mate. The juke box take Canadian Cyber cash? |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Mbo Date: 18 Jan 00 - 11:05 PM Dave, I think it would even take a stale potato chip if you tried it! What song are you going to play? --Mbo |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Barry Finn Date: 18 Jan 00 - 11:16 PM "Walked by the Juke Joint peaked in the door Saw my baby doing the boogie woogie in the middle of the foor" Ch: "come see me early in the morning......" Junior Wells did not post this but he sure did a knock down job of it. Barry |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: annamill Date: 18 Jan 00 - 11:28 PM "Make me a malted!" "Poof! You're a malted!" Lenny Bruce If I'm going to be fake, I'm going to be a great fake! L.,A. |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: JenEllen Date: 18 Jan 00 - 11:36 PM Yep, Mbo....Cowboy Piper was from me...did you enjoy? I got quite a chuckle out of it. You're a malted...just got it...I think I left my brain in the living room. kat gets here, the first round's on me. |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Mbo Date: 18 Jan 00 - 11:46 PM I sure did like it! Thanks a lot for sending it! "I wish I was, a whoa-ohoh wild west heeeeeeeeeeero!" --Mbo |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Lonesome EJ Date: 19 Jan 00 - 01:00 AM Say man, howzithangin? Loose, huh? S'cool, Daddio. In the mood for a Black Cow- y'know rootbeer float with french vanilla ice cream. Let me drop a couple nickles in the Wurlitzer, hear Gene Vincent testify Bee-bop-a-loo-laa she's my Baby Gene was the REAL deal you know. Had all the poetry,pain,rebellion in him...standing with his leg twisted beneath him (the one he smashed when his Harley flipped on the shoulder of the highway),pork-pie hat crushed on his head,face contorted in pain/ecstacy and growling his song like a desparate mating call. Anyhow meeb, nice joint. You need to get some girls in short skirts and roller skates to wait on the cars outside. Yeah that's mine, '57 Corvette, slicks, mags,390 v-8 under the hood with Hooker Headers and a suicide clutch. Real chick magnet,lethal as a loaded pistol. I'm headed to the beach to check the surf out....later... |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Roger the skiffler Date: 19 Jan 00 - 04:47 AM OK I've got my zoot suit on and my two-tone shoes,lets put a Louis Jordan tune on and cut a rug. I think I need a large one, thanks, from the bottle under the counter. Spent the weekend paperhanging, not my favourite occupation ( a bit like "When father apered the parlour") but all the bubbles have gone and as my everloving says we can always hang plenty of pictures and put a low watatge bulb in there! RtS |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Roger the skiffler Date: 19 Jan 00 - 06:51 AM Looking at my last post, either all the bubbles got into my brain or the stuff from under the counter is stronger than it looks.Perhaps I'm going for the maximum typos per post award! RtS |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Dave (the ancient mariner) Date: 19 Jan 00 - 09:31 AM I'll have a chocolate brandy boobler Mbo and I think I will play Pinball Wizard for a lark! do you allow dancing on that little square open floor in the middle? It's postage stamp size but we could get a couple of couples in fer a dance? Anyone up fer it? Yours. Aye. Dave |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Mbo Date: 19 Jan 00 - 10:40 AM Wull sure we could set up a dance floor! we could just move some tables out of the way...Dave, I had no idea you where a Who fan! Gee...I always like to smash genres together...let's try an acoustic/Celtic version of "Don't Let Go." (Jeff Lynne does a bang up job on it!) All we need is some fiddles, and some pipes--where's Mikal and Rob-o with the bodhrans? --Mbo |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Bert Date: 19 Jan 00 - 10:51 AM Pour me one of them new fangled coffees with froth on it while I go select 'Wayward Wind' on the Jukebox. Bert. |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: MMario Date: 19 Jan 00 - 10:54 AM I'll have a hot buttered rum...What do you mean you can't serve me one? Okay, make it TWO! Does that music machine have "I call the wind mariah"? |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: JenEllen Date: 19 Jan 00 - 11:32 AM Five cents in the jukebox..."Glow Worm" please...time for a little skirt-swingin' on the floor. Nice 'Vette outside, by the way....but it's blocking the view of my '57 Bel Air. Daddy took my T-bird away, and now that Chev is all I've got..... |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Caitrin Date: 19 Jan 00 - 07:53 PM *Caitrin rollerskates in* Hey Mbo! Have you got that Black Cow for the guy with that far out 'vette? *winks at LEJ* Nice car. : ) Anybody wanna swing after I get the rest of those drinks to the cars? I'll have to get these skates off, but swing's one of the few dances I'm actually good at! |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Dave (the ancient mariner) Date: 19 Jan 00 - 09:40 PM Mbo more Brandy than icecream please same again and one fer yersell and Elle. Surprise Ye lad? I like lots o different music. Cheers All and wow watch that Caitrin dance to the swing.. |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: GUEST,Mbo Date: 19 Jan 00 - 10:18 PM Dave, I'm a-watchin' alright! Here's some Brandy Scream for you and Elle--wet yer whistle on that! I'm glad you like different kinds of music--a man after me own heart. I spent the better part of the day making a recording of myself playing ELO's "10538 Overture" with acoustic guitar & fiddle. I was annoying my sister by doing those violin overdubs--I musta done 'em about 6 times. The neighbors probably thing I'm a practicing music major. Wanna see Caitrin REALLY swing? I'm gonna drop a nickle in the Wurlitzer and play "The Royal Garden Blues." You can't sit still for that one! --Mbo |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: catspaw49 Date: 19 Jan 00 - 10:26 PM A throaty roar and the sounds of Buddy doing "Rave On" announce the arrival of a greasy looking type in a once white T-shirt, now stained in gear lube and 50 weight. A pack of Camels is wrapped in his sleeve and the jeans could use a wash. The car looks like its seen better days when it belonged to some family. Its a blah looking '61 Chevy convertible in gray primer, but the tires and the sound make it a bit suspect....not to mention the Paxton blower atop two AFB's on an Edelbrock poking through a jagged hole in the hood. The big Rat motor under the hood has been balanced and blueprinted and run's Jahn's 12/1's and an Isky roller. The two and a half headers are custom, but are incongruously joined to a pair of cheap Thrush mufflers dangling underneath. The Posi in the rear runs a 5.11 gear and is connected up front to a Muncie M-22 Rock Crusher and a B&B clutch. A T-handle Hurst sticks up from another jagged hole in the floor. The driver slides out the window, for the doors are welded shut, and swings two size 13 boots over and onto the ground.He pulls the Goodyear cap down a bit more over his eyes and ambles up to the carhops window. Sticking a Camel between his lips, he lights it with a flaring Zippo, takes a long drag blowing smoke all over the short haired kid across the counter. "Gimmee a Coke there Slick.............How ya' doin' Babe, what time ya' get off?.........Hey Ace..Get with the Coke fer chrissakes.........Yeah, thanks.........NOW--WHERE'S THE FOCKIN' PISSANT WITH THE 'VETTE????........Tell him to bring his pink slip too.......Money Talks, Bullshit Walks!!" Spaw |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Lonesome EJ Date: 19 Jan 00 - 10:31 PM I take it you wanted to borrow some jumper cables? LEJ |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Willie-O Date: 19 Jan 00 - 10:31 PM I was gonna saunter in, order up three draft cause to me this place looks like the Laf, and punch in Summer Wages on the juke, but somethin potentially ugly is brewin...think I'll order six instead and sit way back in the corner there next to the mens room.... Say why is that girl puttin on her roller skates and giving me a disgusted look? Willie-O-Winsbury |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: GUEST,Mbo Date: 19 Jan 00 - 10:33 PM Mister 'Spaw sir (cough, cough) there's this guy from Alabama named Slim who said he would be back later--something about getting his money back...And please, sir. DON'T MESS WITH THE GIRLS. I've got more muscle under this white sodajerk outfit than you think! Phew! I'm glad I parked a few blocks away? Say mister, what kinda boots are those? --Mbo |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Willie-O Date: 19 Jan 00 - 10:44 PM n everybody said you don't tread on supermans coupe... listen if I hear a certain familiar piano riff start up I'm leaving. Dead songwriters don't make videos... do they? |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: catspaw49 Date: 19 Jan 00 - 10:47 PM "They're the kind that can kick your scrawny ass punk....now refill the Coke, cut the Dear Abby bullshit, and shut the fock up.........So lookit here Vinnie Violet Vette, you got a clear title on that sled or not? Bring it tomorrow night and get it notarized first...............C'mon Babe, let's cruise........" Spaw (gawd, I'm LOVIN' this!!!LMAO) |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: GUEST,Mbo Date: 19 Jan 00 - 10:48 PM Willie, I can guarantee you won't hear that piano riff--I didn't say nothing about it being played on guitar, which I just happen to have here...dunta DUNTA dunta DUNTA...here we go, 'Spaw's theme song! --Mbo |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: GUEST,Mbo Date: 19 Jan 00 - 10:53 PM Where's Big Mick when you need him? Maybe he could get the Sharks & the Jets in here too! They'd kick this lothario back a few decades! --Mbo |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Willie-O Date: 19 Jan 00 - 11:00 PM I think he's had wayyyyyyyyyy too much Coke already. If that Vette was mine I'd be outside protecting it via the Vehicle Relocation Program... the most muscular car I ever owned was a tarted up black 74 Mercury Bobcat with a fake airscoop, a rear foil and four cylinders of wheezing lethargy. Did have a Hurst shifter though. In balance I am not nostalgic. I'd a raced either of these bozos for pink slips though--cause if I lost (a virtual certainty if they finished the track), I'd have won!
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Lin in Kansas Date: 19 Jan 00 - 11:01 PM (And a blonde zips by in a white Corvette, headed for uptown. The chunky, dark-haired kid in the corner who's been mumbling about leaving for college in the morning suddenly leaps up and runs out... And a pis-yellow hot rod pulls up next to the '61 Chev... the guy in the black hat leans out and says, "Somebody mention 'race'?") |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: catspaw49 Date: 19 Jan 00 - 11:13 PM "Yeah Cowboy Corn Nuts, I did....and when you get a real car come see me......Here's a start for you. Take this radiator cap, put it on your heap, then jack it up and slide a new car underneath it. Ya know you need two of those hats...one to crap in and one to cover it up with...........C'mon Babe..........let's roll......." Spaw |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Lonesome EJ Date: 19 Jan 00 - 11:20 PM Hey there, mud-chunker, mind if I ask you a personal question? Do you find that all those flies sitting on the hood of that POS slow you down? Strikes a kitchen match on the hood of the chevy(wreaking havoc amongst the flies) then fires up a Pall Mall Ah well, I can use the Jahns and sell the rest for scrap. Now that yellow street-rod, different story...looks like it can hold the turns. Don't think the Aussie kid's got the jiz though, not to hold 130 on the curve by Windy Point. "Go you one better, if you've got the nerve..."smiles the smart kid with the blond DA, eyes cold as blue steel," to race all the way to Deadman's Curve." |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Willie-O Date: 19 Jan 00 - 11:47 PM he shut him up and then he shut him down... ...to be continued on a lonely stretch of two-lane blacktop out in the desert? W-O |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: GUEST,Caitrin Date: 20 Jan 00 - 09:15 AM *finally gets those blasted roller skates off* Well, well, well...I seem to have plenty of options. Mbo, can I puh-leeeeese get off a little early tonight so I can ride around with 'spaw? My daddy taught me to appreciate a pretty engine more than a pretty paint job. *wink* |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: paddymac Date: 20 Jan 00 - 09:40 AM Had a suspicion this joint might liven up a bit after the crew showed up. Hey, sweet thing, take this quarter and punch up some Everly Brothers next time you roll by that juke box. Hey Lad, give me two scoops of orange sherbet, and pour a couple jiggers of sloe gin over it. Better make one for harpgirl too. Looks like she needs a bit o energizin'. Who'd a ever thunk a soda shop could be this much fun? Whoopee, splat. Damn, man, put some velcro on them bar stools, will ya? |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: GUEST,Mbo Date: 20 Jan 00 - 09:49 AM Well sure you can have off Caitrin...but first, take this jar of gasoline and carry it in your bag--in case 'Spaw "runs out of gas" if'n ye know what I mean. "Big dreams in a small town 18 and glory bound Nothing here to tie us down Big dreams in a small town Driving down a dusty road in my Daddy's Ford Wish I could feel that way again Summer nights on the brink of love It's what we were born to do back then..." --Mbo |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: catspaw49 Date: 20 Jan 00 - 10:20 AM Give it a break Kid....You're Ol' Man drives a Nash......and bring me and the blonde wonderjerk here a Coke............. So Blondie, what makes you think that piece of spastic plastic will make it out to the hill anyway? Shitfire boy, ya' need a tow truck to get it off the lot! But I tell ya Sport, that's one helluva' paint job ya' got. Earl Scheib do it or didja' just throw up on the focker after eatin' a couple of chili dogs? I'll catch you later Slick........... Spaw |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Lin in Kansas Date: 20 Jan 00 - 12:41 PM LOL...'Spaw, you're just too darned good at this! Go ahead, tell me you didn't misspend your youth with your head under a hood and your butt in the air fastenin' pieces to a grease-covered V-8! Hmmmm...James Dean, Richard Dreyfuss, where the heck is Fonzie?? It's the 50s, and not a leather jacket or a motorcycle in sight? Hey, wait a sec--I think I just saw a ducktail.... |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: catspaw49 Date: 20 Jan 00 - 12:47 PM (Brief Admission of Guilt) JL---I spent most of my working life in automotive repair and there is, uh, shall we say, more than a "grain" of truth in the character. (Admission over...back to the Juke Joint) Spaw |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Lonesome EJ Date: 20 Jan 00 - 01:37 PM OK, Cait, so be it. But make sure you put a piece of cardboard on the passenger seat before you sit down. Here's the plan, boys. We'll meet at the abandoned Lucky U Motel on the coast highway, 2 PM sharp on Saturday. Have a valid title with you. From there it's 12 miles to Windy Point. If you make it past Deadman's Curve on Windy Point, it's a two mile straightaway to Mario's Lunch Counter and Bait shop. That's the finish line. I'll have mbo ice down a cold keg of beer, so you cats can help me celebrate my victory here afterwards.. Winners keep all titles...losers walk. Deal? |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: catspaw49 Date: 20 Jan 00 - 03:21 PM "Its like I said Gunslinger...Money Talks, Bullshit Walks......You just make sure that title is clear and that your ass has a ride home after its over. Throw a tarp over that plastic pig so you can sneak up on the gas pumps to fill it up...And check your oil too...From the looks of your exhaust, ya' musta' got your rings from fockin' JC Whitney..............C'mon Cait.....Let's check out the point and see what the action's like over there......" |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Caitrin Date: 20 Jan 00 - 03:39 PM *big grin* Sure thing, 'spaw-baby. But let's get one thing straight...this girl don't walk nowhere. If you don't win that race, I betcha I can get sweet ol' LEJ to gimme a ride. *s* |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: GUEST,Mbo Date: 20 Jan 00 - 06:05 PM No 'SPAW--my dad did own a Ford Bronco! Now I just drive the Pirate-mobile. So mister 'Spaw sir, do you need a pit crew? I know a thing or two about cars (and vans!) and even vehicles only found in Japan! (Pssstt...LEJ buddy--if you put his brake calipers on upside down, his brakes will lose pressure! Then 'Spaw will be the bait for the Great Barrier Reef sharks!) Or maybe we could shove a possum up his tail pipe? Caitrin, watch out for that 'Spawster--he's a dirty old man with QUITE a reputation. And ignore him if he asks you if you want to blow on his 'possum. C'mon JL--we've got a civic duty to do--when 'Spaw steals the only girl in town--well...something has to be done! I got some Greasy Kid Stuff back here--we could put it in our hair, put on some jeans & leather jackets and noone would know it was us. Let's roll dude! I gots some Duane Eddy on the radio in Napoleon! --Mbo |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Lin in Kansas Date: 20 Jan 00 - 06:20 PM But Mbo...(doing an aw, shucks Jimmy Stewart thing with the shoe) *I'm* a girl (well, sorta--does "old girl" count?), even though I am wearing my grungy old blue jeans and this really cool leather jacket I got when I used to fly my little Aeronca Chief--I will freely admit to being the neighborhood tomboy, though, and my brothers used to let me "help" them wash their car parts in gasoline at the garage across the street--so can I still go with you to watch the Great Race? Pretty please? |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: GUEST,Mbo Date: 20 Jan 00 - 06:36 PM Well slap my face and call me stoopid! I'm sorry! I never woulda known it! And all this time I thought you were a teenage boy! Well--you learn something new everyday! Well, come on! Let's go! Rebel Rouser is calling us...to see mighty 'Spaw strike out! BTW I still think you'd look good in the Greasy Kid Stuff. "Hey Dad, time to get an oil change!" --Mbo |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Callie Date: 20 Jan 00 - 07:30 PM For god's sake - someone play Van's Brown Eyed Girl real loud and dance with me!!!! Callie |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Lin in Kansas Date: 20 Jan 00 - 08:05 PM That's OK, Mbo--as I said, I *am* a tomboy! Oh, what the heck, I'll try some of that Brill Cream you got behind the soda counter--who knows, I might start a new style? OK--got yer shades? Got yer comb in your hind pocket for touchin' up that ducktail? Route 66, here we come!
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: catspaw49 Date: 21 Jan 00 - 09:35 AM ........As Meebo and JL putt out of the parking lot in his Dad's Nash with the bad muffler, the stillness is disrupted by the burbling sound of a '58 Plymouth idling slowly through the vacant spaces. The red and white car appears to be looking for something...but what? Its difficult to see the driver, almost as though the windows were darkened, but they aren't. The Plymouth stops at the spot of Blondie and Greaseball's last exchange, almost like a bloodhound on the scent. After a moment it slowly moves on to the sound of "Not Fade Away" coming from its radio and accelerates onto the highway in the direction of the Lucky U Motel on the coast highway............... |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: GUEST,Mbo Date: 21 Jan 00 - 10:39 AM It's Greaseball! It's Greaseball! It's Greasball the diesel! Generator turnin' seven hundred horse Stronger than the masters of the universe Camshaft rollin' while my rockers rock Here me knock! --Mbo |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Dave (the ancient mariner) Date: 21 Jan 00 - 10:47 AM An ancient mariner wearing his bell bottomed wranglers and blue monkey jacket and watch cap, rolls gently into the parking lot. His Dodge Challenger convertible stops, and he turns off the mighty enginess throaty roar, the place becomes conspicously quiet as he shuts it down. Muttering to noone in particular he approaches the Juke Joint . Kids! huh livin proof a mind is a terrible thing to wase.....Well I'm back from surfing with my buddies the Beach Boys, those guys are always surrounded by Bay Watch type babes and thats the life fer me mates.... Ahhh Cheeseburgers and coke just what the old salt needs right now.....searching his pockets for change, he wanders to the juke box and puts on Good Vibrations.. sits down and attacks the Mighty Mbo Burger with cheese.. Ketchup, lettuce and Tomato nothing else mate his usual order. ( he always gets a kick out of the way yanks say tomaeto)Yeah this place is a bit of alright... |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: JenEllen Date: 21 Jan 00 - 05:39 PM *roaring into the lot in a cloud of dust is a white '64 Chevy Shortbox Stepside-girl in front, big black dog in back-glass pack roar rattling the windows of the 'joint* Hey Mbo! How's about a cold one? Lemme dust the dirt off my jeans and make m'self presentable. While you've got the grill hot for Dave, how's about a double burger for the 'hound? Gotta get back on the road...grapevine says there's going to be some suckers walking home from the Lucky U. 'Spaw's got himself a flamer. Might just load the sorry losing SOB's in the back with the mutt and be back here in time for the keg.
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: catspaw49 Date: 21 Jan 00 - 05:53 PM Greaseball Spaw pulls into the lot.......... "Hey, nice pickemup, good flame job. If you see Blondie, tell him not to hurry ... 'cause he CAN'T!!....Think I can sell his Vette there JE? Catch yuh later kiddo......." As Greaseball lights 'em up going thru the gears, the Plymouth emerges from behind the dumpster and turns to follow................... |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Mbo Date: 21 Jan 00 - 07:31 PM **The CB radio in Elle's car buzzes** Elle, me and JL are heading out to Windy Point as we speak...Grab a sudz from behind the counter, put Dave in the passenger seat, and come out and join us! Blondie EJ'sS supposed to arrive any minute--though I don't see Greaseball Spaw anywhere either...I hope he isn't trying something on Caitrin! So rev up that Chevy and let the BIG DAWG howl to signal your arrival. BTW my car horn plays "The Silver Spear." Over and out. --Mbo |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Lonesome EJ Date: 21 Jan 00 - 08:20 PM LEJ squints at the bumper of the two-toned '58 Plymouth as it vanishes up the DelRay Coast Road toward The Lucky U Motel. He crushes the butt of his Pall Mall with the heel of his Hurarachi sandal. Mr. Soup ? What the hell kinda vanity plate was that? But it rang bells for him. The story Pops Kipaweaha used to tell at the Surf Shop by Laguna Beach. Guy had bought a brand new Plymouth, showroom floor- took it home, stroked and bored it, tuned and twisted it til it ran like a lear jet on nitrous. Then one day in the middle of the afternoon, at that very spot on Windy Point that overlooks Lighthouse Beach, he lost grip on the curve, and launched it off the cliff at 120 miles per hour. Hadn't it fetched up in the shallow breakers there, and finding no body in it, been allowed to rust away. Many times LEJ himself had parked at the turnout by the busted guardrail where it had happened. Perched on an overhanging chunk of limestone shelf, he had tossed Miller High Life bottles down at the rocks where the wreck had landed, watched the bottle glimmer and spin and diminish, watched it fall for a full eight seconds until he heard the faint pop of explosion on the boulders.Mr Soup? Was this the guy? Or was this just some personal harbinger sent to LEJ to frighten him out of all this foolishness? Aw, hell. LEJ punched the Yardbirds into the eight-track, and I'm A Man began to pound from the speakers in the vette. He dropped the top, and stopped for a second to admire the California Sun reflecting out of the deep maroon finish, like blood illuminated. His cousin had a thing for old Plymouths. He'd let him have it for 300 dollars. The vette roared up the highway toward the Lucky U Motel. |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Dave (the ancient mariner) Date: 21 Jan 00 - 08:45 PM 10-4 good buddy I'm gonna put the ragtop up on the Challenger and hop in for a spin, whats your 20 Mbo? we your front door or Back? watch out for the Smokey with a Kodak bout a mile ahead of you LEJ he's taking pictures and this bears been hungry. Dont Feed The Bears Hammer Down Keep the shiny side up and all four rubbers on the blacktop BYE BYE Y'all.................... |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: JenEllen Date: 21 Jan 00 - 09:12 PM *roaring down the highway with the windows down, dog's head hanging in the breeze, and "Me and Bobby McGee" blaring from the radio...AM o'course...* "10-4 Dave...Mbo, what's your 20?" "Got an ID on Blondie....saw him chucking bottles off the edge of the highway a few miles back....must be shaking in his huraches by now. Maybe he needed a tow???" "Don't worry about the Smokies, Dave, there's nothing that this little gal hasn't been able to get her way out of with a wink and a smile......" "Got the keg on ice in the back...catch you all at the strip! Big Dawg is set to HOWL!!!" *Chev roars past the sherrifs rig at the side of the road-the driver leaning out to blow a kiss to Smokey as she flies by* |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Mbo Date: 21 Jan 00 - 10:24 PM Elle, Dave--I'm coming up through "The Slot" and hard by Windy point! I got Roy Boy's "Ooby Dooby" blaring--wheeeeeeee! Who'd a thunk a Nash could fly like this? Good thing you got that bomber jacket, JL! Don't worry about me'n the bears, gang! I've not been stopped yet! Besides, Petey the Pirate knows all about blockade running! --Mbo |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Dave (the ancient mariner) Date: 21 Jan 00 - 10:38 PM Mbo You aint running any shine are ya, Damn Mbo that stuff Cletus and his Pa make the Eskimo's use for easy start. If you get short of gas just pour it in and away you go Rocket Fuel NASA want that secret but Cletus aint a givin it away cause the recipe has been in his family fer years......Runs his Cowboys Caddilac on it and he's fast. Catch yer on the flip flop we're gone......... |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Lonesome EJ Date: 21 Jan 00 - 10:44 PM Blondy turns the vette into the parking lot of the Lucky U, pops the trunk to reveal a cooler full of ice and beer. "Hey, gang, I need to lighten my load. Anybody help me out gettin rid of this stuff?" mbo,Dave, and JenEllen unload the trunk."Hey, where's Grease?" mbo points with his thumb to where Greaseball sits on the hood of his ragged Chevy, arm around Cait. Blondy pulls a Pall Mall from behind his right ear, lights it with a silver zippo. He stares at Greaseball for 30 seconds then extends the cigarette pack. Without cracking a smile Grease takes one. "Hey Grease...it's way too late to start this thing tonight. I say we party on the beach tonight, and set a start time for tomorrow, Saturday. How you feel about 2 PM MST?(that's 12 Eastern, 1 central, and 3 oclock Pacific). The Greaseball gives a nearly imperceptible nod. Hey meeb, can you guys gimme a hand gatherin up some driftwood for a beach fire? |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Susan A-R Date: 21 Jan 00 - 10:52 PM Hmmm, can I get a lift out to said point with someone who is not going to try to take that nasty point at 120 mph? cluck cluck cluck Oh, and maybe a hotdog off the grill and a cup of coffee (black) to steady my nerves.) When she is finally ensconced in a comfy looking falcon station wagon, far too saggy to take any corner at 120 mph, she quickly reaches to turn the dial on the radio as the DJ starts playing Leader Of The Pack, only to shift it again as she hits Tell Laura I Love Her. She turns the radio off with a decisive snap when the third Teenage Death Song wafts out over the airwaves.
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: JenEllen Date: 21 Jan 00 - 11:12 PM *strains of "Little Surfer" coming from the radio... bonfire alight...a blue-eyed bit of thunder steps down off the tailgate of her truck* "Hey Blondie, you throw a cozy beach party. Too bad about tomorrow. I hear that Greaseball really knows how to throw down. Tell you what, this has always brought me luck..*slips a silver chain shamrock from off of her neck and places it on his*...and be sure to keep an eye on your car. Don't need a wise-ass greasing your clutch. Mbo brought his guitar, so I'm going to go warm up by the fire and listen to 'im sing." *she walks off with a beer in each fist, and sits by Dave at the fire* |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Lonesome EJ Date: 21 Jan 00 - 11:34 PM Blondy smiles, tucking the charm into his shirt. Down on the beach the bonfire throws a lively golden glow on the sand,and speckles the breaking waves with flames. The full moon uses the bright surface of the sea for a mirror. He crushes a can and tosses it into the sand, finding the tire gauge. A couple is dancing, silhouetted against the fire. Angel baby...my Angel Baby Blondy kneels by the vette, checking the tire pressures, deflating the rears with a pen-knife.Gotta soften em for the curves. They might blow on the straightaway, but I've gotta be leading coming out of the curve.He stands and knocks the sand from his shirt. Below him, on the beach, a saxophone wails like the only sound on Earth. |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Lin in Kansas Date: 22 Jan 00 - 12:55 AM Hey, Blondie, Grease--Come have a couple beers and join the crew at the bonfire, it's gettin' chilly out here. Dave TAM, my darlin' boy, do you know the words to "Highway 101"? (hums softly) "Let me tell a story, I c'n tell it all, 'bout a mountain boy who ran illegal alcohol..." |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Mikal Date: 22 Jan 00 - 02:20 AM (The unmistakable rumble of a Harley two cylinder fills the air. A slightly altered '44 Army Signal Corps bike rolls through the traffic stop outside, and a largish man in a long black duster and black hat gets off. His drum seems to be hanging in an oversized holster, with the tipper in the opposite one.) Sheesh! Now we have to drink milkshakes and '60's beer? It's a waste of good memories! Step aside, children, I have a sure notion somewhere in that old Seebring there is a copy of "At Their Satanic Majesty's Request." Or at least The Who's "Behind Blue Eyes." Sides, if y'all are gonna do the sixties, I am gonna act like I did then! You! Professor! Get on the taps and see if anything you make has anything stronger than soda in it! I got a pocket fulla dimes and the phone numbers to all my old Biker pals. Wait…Is that "Mableline"? Hey, this could be pleasant after all… Mikal |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Lonesome EJ Date: 22 Jan 00 - 02:40 AM Alright, Mikal. Take a shot of this mezcal, but don't finish it cuz I'm saving the worm... As I was motivatin over th hill, I saw Maybelline in a Coupe de Ville Whoa...can't drink any more. Better crawl over here and make a nice comfortable sand bed, plump up a nice soft sand-pillow, and wait for the Sandman to come along...where's that girl gave me the 4 leaf clover? hmmmm What was her name? oh, yeah....mmm...Sandy.. |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Lin in Kansas Date: 22 Jan 00 - 02:58 AM Whoops...brain yip--Dave, of course I meant the words to "Thunder Road", what with you talking on the CB about moonshine and all. "Highway 101" sorta sneaked in there because the DJ was playing all those "star-crossed Lovers" songs! (Thanks Mikal--the rumble of that Harley jarred loose my one remaining brain cell |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: bseed(charleskratz) Date: 22 Jan 00 - 04:08 AM A long, low black sedan rolls into the empty parking lot in front of Uncle Mel's D_ive-In, stops smoothly, the sound of its wide tires crushing dirt giving way to the not-really-a-sound-more-a-feeling deep nearly imperceptible rumble of whatever it is being fed by the four carburetors whose open pipes stand stand in line through neat round holes in the hood. The driver's door opens slowly and a wiry man dressed in a suit of silk blacker than the car slides out and unfolds. If there had been a beholder he would have been surprised that so tall a man could have fit in a car with so low a roof. But there are no witnesses as the man glances at the tire tracks all leading out of the parking lot, the tracks that seem momentarily to glow as if the man willed them to reveal themselves and they did. The glow died as the man's eyes followed their direction up the road, and as he raised his eyes, he raised his head and sniffed the air, reading the fumes, cataloguing them, and then he smiled a small, tightlipped smile, that had no humor or benificence in it, only satisfaction that he understood all, that things were going as he expected, as he planned. He folded himself up and slipped back into the car, mumbling softly, "So now I have you, you greaseball John Denver clone...you owe me a pinkslip--two, actually: your car and your soul...." He turned on his car's radio just as Commander Cody finished singing "My daddy says, "Son, yer gonna drive me to drinkin', if you don't stop driving that hot...rod...Lincoln." Boobah-doobah-doobah-doobah-doobah-doobah-doobah-doobah, Bibbah-dibbah-dibbah-dibbah-dibbah-dibbah-dibbah-dibbah, Beebah-deebah-deebah-deebah-deebah-deebah-deebah-deebah, Beedahp, baddleyah-dahp, bop. The car rolled quietly out of the parking lot, amazingly quietly considering the fact that by the time it was two hundred yards down the road it was going 175 miles an hour... --seed |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: JenEllen Date: 22 Jan 00 - 05:07 AM A lazy figure climbs over the dune silouhetted by a dying fire and the full moon. She walks past the sleeping form with his hand clutched around a silver four leaf clover, and she pulls the blanket up under his chin. Her pant cuffs are still wet from the surf football game. Who'd have thought the little soda jerk would have an arm like that? She puffs a cigarette and uses her free hand to scratch the black dog at her side. She sings to herself as she walks to her truck Gimme the beat boys and free my soul I wanna get lost in your rock and roll And drift away... Tomorrow is going to be a long one. And as she rolls her blanket out in the bed of the truck, she gives a sideways glance to the 'vette....she walks over and gives a quick look up the tailpipe to discover a grease soaked rag..."They never learn.." she thinks to herself as she throws it in the bushes. As an afterthought, takes the scarf tying up her ponytail and ties it on the rear view mirror...can't ever have too much in the way of luck. |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: catspaw49 Date: 22 Jan 00 - 10:04 AM Greaseball had awakened on the beach with the fresh morning sea breeze. Somehow it was not the same for him today. There was almost a presence in the air. He fired up the Chevy and drove the 20 miles back to the station, opened the overhead and pulled the car into the bay. Greaseball had a routine that always assured him, made everything better on days like this one. He set the rack under the Chevy and pushed the hydraulic handle against the stop and the car rose smoothly into the air. He turned on the radio and listened as Del Shannon sang "Runaway." Slowly and meticulously he inspected the chassis. He'd changed springs, shocks, added sway bars...but the Impala was never a match for a Vette in the tight, winding climb to Deadman's Curve. But he knew he'd be able to hold his own on sheer power and acceleration. He might be trailing a bit at the Curve, but that final two mile run on the straight would be his equalizer. It always was. He liked Blondy, even with all the putdowns, because he too was a rodder and the unspoken pact across the cigarette the night before had cemented the strange friendship that develops between rivals. After a careful adjustment of the tire pressure, he lowered the car and went about hooking up equipment under the hood. The mill was old for a street racer. Greaseball wished there had been time to put in the Rat he'd just finished. He'd have to get one more good run out of this one. He checked the Mallory Dual Point dwell and did a check on the timing. A few minor adjustments to the AFB's and an inspection of the blower belt and he was ready to go. He kicked the rack away underneath and backed the car out. He locked up and headed back toward the beach. |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Mbo Date: 22 Jan 00 - 11:14 AM Blondie EJ, does the charm say "YOU WILL SUCCEED" on it? Mbo smiles thoughtfully and massages his aching arm, after throwing all those passes with the fluidity of another big hurler, David Garrard. He slowly walks back to the rickety Nash, and renders it almost as showy as Greaseball and Blondie's rides. On goes the Pirate License plates, front and rear; administers the purple and gold plush slipcovers over the threadbare upholstery; the tiny foam Pirate is impaled on the slightly warped radio antenna; and the dual purple pirate flags are suction cupped to the roof. Mbo removes his leathern jacket, and slowly dons his prized purple and gold college jacket, the one with the big "ECU" embroidered on the lapel. As he heads for the driver's seat, he gives a rub to the rear windshield, proudly revealing the "ECU School of Art" sticker from under the 2 inches of caked dirt and sand. He slowly sits in the cockpit, door open, and feet resting on the ground outside. He grabs his guitar and pulls off a rendition of the Who's "Gettin' In Tune" as he waits for JL to get ready. Then JL appears, like a fighter pilot ready for a dogfight. Mbo stops short, chucks the guitar in the back seat. And lights up the engine. He knew it was going to be an exciting day. He gave his moustache a pompous twist as he and JL pulled out of the beach parking lot, following Elle and the BIG DAWG. He suddenly wonders if Elle remembered about Dave, who was still asleep in the car. He smiles craftily as the half empty beer keg weights his car down quite snugly... --Mbo |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: katlaughing Date: 22 Jan 00 - 11:38 AM Her wraithlike figure turned, once again, towards the Curve. The girl sensed a change in the atmosphere; knew that she could get one more ride, mark another mortal as her Knight in shining rodder; carry her to her mom & pop's once more, sweater swung carefully around her shoulders, clasped with a clip on either lapel, keeping it from sliding off. Pretty ponytail gathered in back with a gossamer scarf tied round it, wearing pedal pushers and saddle oxfords, she'd been to a dance that night; the night they first raced round Deadman's Curve. The night she was doomed to repeat forever. Locked in, somehow, with the Nameless One who now followed and yet, led, the events of this day, she cried in a silence of loneliness and despair. She was just a lonely teenager looking for a little fun. Would a new Knight show up for her today and bring her sweet release? |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: catspaw49 Date: 22 Jan 00 - 11:56 AM Greaseball pulled the Chevy to the side and swung out. Caitrin stood there watching, the unasked question was in her eyes. "How about you catchin' a ride to the Lucky U? I wanna' make this run alone......and I remember another time.........", his voice trailed off. Caitrin turned to go, but with a quick glance back whispered an almost unheard, "Good Luck." Greaseball lit a Camel and slid down into the fiberglass seat.....and waited. The Plymouth pulled in behind him along with a black sedan but he was beyond noticing. Today it was Blondy and the Vette. |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Mary in Kentucky Date: 22 Jan 00 - 12:06 PM Go Greased Lightin' 111111111 |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Lonesome EJ Date: 22 Jan 00 - 12:45 PM Blondy lay quietly. If he moved, the highly poisonous Boomslang snake that lay across his face would turn and strike. He called on his reserves of strength, counted three, then leapt to his feet hurling the Boomslang away...only to discover that it was a 4 foot piece of kelp. He also discovered that it was not adviseable to stand up the quickly with an enormous mezcal hangover. He sat back in the sand, hearing laughter from somewhere not far away. A small group was hunkered by the embers of the beach fire, cooking...YES....bacon, eggs, coffee. But first, he walked about 30 yards down the beach, stripped, and swam straight into the breakers, letting the cold surf pound sobriety into his skull. He emerged, cleansed. The sun was working it's magic- his clothes warm and dry from it. He donned them and moved to the smiling group by the fire. "Spare some grub?" |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: catspaw49 Date: 22 Jan 00 - 12:56 PM Greaseball was getting anxious. Where was the Vette? He knew he'd show. Blondy wasn't one of those types to chicken out. As his mind mulled over the possibilities a black and white patrol car pulled up alongside. The Plymouth and the black sedan pulled away and giving them only a sideways glance, the little cop with the big smokie walked towards the primered Chevy. "So Greaseball.....Got something on have you." The accent was not uncommon but particularly grating for some reason.
"Nah, just watchin' the clouds, diggin' the day." The Vette drove past at a slow speed an went unnoticed by the trooper, but Greaseball saw Blondy point down and then hold up a single finger. He had it...Back here in an hour. "Well listen, we think you're racin' the Curve and I will be watching. Now move on asshole." Not risking a comment, he fired up the Chevy and eased it back towards the shop. When he saw the little cop head off in the other direction, Greaseball began to worry. The crash from many years ago came flashing into his mind. A cop had caused that one, but they didn't admit it. He thought of the ponytailed girl and was glad he'd sent Caitrin on ahead. One hour...he'd be back. |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Mbo Date: 22 Jan 00 - 01:20 PM The rusty Nash flew down the strip at a mind boggling 45 mph--flags flapping in the breeze--coming up through that strange part of the road, where long grass grew up out of the cracks in the turning lane...... Suddenly, through his clip-on sunglass, Mbo noticed a small figure slowly walking on the shoulder a few hundred yards ahead. He eased off the gas and gradually pulled off the road, his re-treads crunching and popping on the gravel shoulder. He opened the driver's side door, while the sweet strains of the theme from "A Summer Place" wafted out into the clear morning air. Mbo loosed his vocal cords "Caitrin--you shouldn't be walking out here all alone! Me and JL are headed up to Lucky's--need a lift?" --Mbo |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: JenEllen Date: 22 Jan 00 - 01:37 PM She awakened to the roar of the Chevy leaving the beach, and raising her sleepy head above the bed of the truck, spies the young chick, the one with the ponytail, looking at the retreating Chevy with a tear in her eye...
She stretches, and with her hand on the head of the dog at her side, walks over to the young girl. They pass the soda jerk, Mbo, who is giving the Nash the royal treatment. She starts humming "Be True to Your School" and Caitrin gives a small giggle. Nice to see her smile again.. Susan is cooking a feast over the fire, and the girl notices her dog looking into the ocean. She squints and sees a blond head bobbing in the surf...nothing like a cold dip to relieve a hangover. The day is getting on, time to get the show on the road, literally...As they head back to the pick-up, she leans into the Challenger and gives Dave a shake. "Rise and Shine Valentine...the highway is calling" The two girls climb into the truck, roll down the windows, and start down the road to the Lucky U. Elle tells Caitrin the story of the young man who gave her the silver charm. Gave it to her just before he lost his life on this very same highway. There was a lot of talk about the cops causing the accident, but she wasn't sure. She was sure, however, that she didn't want the same to happen to Blondy and Grease..."Little GTO" was blaring from the radio, and Caitrin reaches over, shuts the radio off with a snap, throws the knob out the window, and the girls finish the drive lost in thought... |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Lonesome EJ Date: 22 Jan 00 - 02:14 PM A crowd was gathered, and Dave came down the highway in his ride. "You're good to go,"he smiled. "Nothing for twenty miles up the highway. Smoky's having lunch at the Juke Joint so he's out of commission for the next hour." It was then a snarl was heard, big engine coming up the coast road. It was the two tone Plymouth. The mystery car. He pulled up in front of the Lucky U, the passenger door popped open, and a tall, curvaceous redhead emerged bearing a yellow title slip."Mr Soup is in, " she said. Blondy climbed into the vette, lighting a Pall Mall, sticking another behind his ear. What was this hanging from the rear-view?Lady Luck had left her token. Blondy pulled the vette up to the line. |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: catspaw49 Date: 22 Jan 00 - 02:23 PM Greaseball waited til the Vette was ready then edged the Chevy up alongside. With a brief nod they both acknowledged the starter and each other. The hankie fell to the ground and Greaseball dumped the clutch. The 427 screamed and the tires howled trying to acquire a grip on the asphalt surface. He left ahead of the Vette and wanted to build as much as he could before they got to the winding parts where the road became the Vette's. If he could just stay within a few seconds at the Curve, that long straightaway beckoned for the power of the mill under his hood. Right now he had a lead. Had to stretch it out. The twists and turns were coming up soon.
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: bseed(charleskratz) Date: 22 Jan 00 - 02:29 PM He didn't like losing. He never did lose when his opponent stuck to the rules: it was only when his opponent managed to get the big guy on his side that the man in black lost: how was he to know that the big guy was going to like the blues enough to save that soul he'd bought at the crossroads? And how could he have known that for some reason the big guy's power could even touch his own hand picked jury and take away that farmer and his fancy lawyer? He'd won most of the big ones, whenever the big guy stayed out of it: that girl's descendents are still weavin' their delicate designs (he smiled about going in drag that time). He smiled the humorless smile when he remembered hearing the shipbuilder declare that his ship was unsinkable, and the smile broadened just a bit on the thought that that was a twofer: one boast, two ships. The man in black, despite the occasional smiles, had no sense of humor. He'd been offended by that song about the fiddler--no way he'd ever lose that contest. So he caught the writer thinking about something else when he should have been concentrating on the chain saw...it just took a little nudge, just as the iceberg had taken just a little nudge. And now he had that greaseball pushing the envelope one more time... |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: katlaughing Date: 22 Jan 00 - 02:33 PM Out of the corner of his eye G-ball saw someone sitting beside him. "Wot the hell? Whaddya doing in here, man, I can't have no riders on this gig, babe, wherdya come from??" She just smiled wistfully and looked ahead at the deadly curves, tugging her sweater closer round her shoulders. The next time he glanced back she was gone. |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Lonesome EJ Date: 22 Jan 00 - 02:38 PM Damn tequila hangover... both Grease and the Mystery car had burnt Blondy at the start. He had planned to jam the vette between the two of them and draft the leader until they got to the hairpins ahead. But Grease had a good 50 feet on him as he jostled with the mystery car. Bo Diddley was chanting from the 8 track I walk 47 miles of barb wire...Got a Cobra snake for a neck-tie....Brand new house by the Roadside...Made out of Rattlesnake hides.. On the first tight turn, he slipped inside Mr Soup. Now he floored it as he saw the Greaseball's Plymouth gearing down and swaying into the turns. Got me a chimney built right on top...It made out of human skulls...Irene, take a little walk with me...tell me who do you love |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: JenEllen Date: 22 Jan 00 - 02:45 PM The hankdkerchief fell slowly to the ground, and the two girls perched on the hood of the Chev pickup both felt their hearts stop when the 'Vette and the Chevy left the line..."Baby, ride easy." she thought to herself.. The girl, her hair loose in the hot breeze coming from the blacktop, looked down and saw her fingers were crossed. |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: catspaw49 Date: 22 Jan 00 - 03:01 PM The wraith-like figure had been so real and it startled him. He knew her, knew her story, knew the legend. He concentrated hard as the turns tightened. Thank gawd he'd changed the suspension or the Vette would have had him by now. Again he noticed the '58 Plymouth, seemingly driverless that had joined into the fray. When he checked the mirror again, Blondy had overtaken it but the mysterious car stayed right behind. The girl appeared again next to him. This time he gave her a wink. This one's for you kid. The turns were getting tighter now. There was a straight before the Curve as well as the long one to the finish, but right now he had to concentrate hard on apexing right and getting the most out of the 4 wheel drift. He'd already decided to let Blondy go past when he got alongside. But the longer he held this lead the better. Downshifting to second for the tight 120 turn that climbed to the straight before Deadman's Curve, the Vette drew alongside. This was it. Just let him go Grease and you'll get him later........the Plymouth was still back there too. |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Lonesome EJ Date: 22 Jan 00 - 03:19 PM Blondy was bumper to bumper on the Greasers chevy, pressuring him to keep up his speed, forcing him to steer wide on the curve. When the chevy clipped the shoulder with it's right rear tire, Grease downshifted to hold the road and Blondy shot by, the soft slicks screaming in protest. When the road straightened a bit, Blondy took a peek in the mirror to see Greaser smile and flip him the bird. The Plymouth was far back now. If Blondy could keep them 2 seconds back when he hit Windy Point, he felt he had them. If he had the Chevy by 200 feet when they rounded Deadman's Curve, even with all the Greaser's heavy metal thunder, he could never catch the vette. Got a tombstone heart and a graveyard mind...Just 22 and I don't mind dyin |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: JenEllen Date: 22 Jan 00 - 03:24 PM Lady Luck felt her heart sink as the Chev got the lead. All she could do now was hope that everyone made it out alive this time... She thought back to others who'd lost their loves playing against the "curve"...the owner of the Lucky U told her of a wraith like girl who's lost her life, it was a new one for her to add to the list of those to grieve for... She slowly slid off the hood of the truck, and made her way to the curvy red-head who'd climbed from the Plymouth. She saw the look that this chick had given Blondy, and didn't like it one bit.. "What's your story, sister?" The redhead beat a hasty retreat.. She stayed long enough to see the redhead go through the door of the Lucky U, then she headed back to the truck, gave the dog an absent scratch, lit a cigarette, and walked to the group of on-lookers hanging out by the Nash. |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: catspaw49 Date: 22 Jan 00 - 03:40 PM The biker gang had indeed made it to the Lucky U, but were tired of waiting. They were a seedy looking lot and wore all the trappings and paraphernalia of the usual Angel types. But they were different...and weird. No Harleys here. Not even a Beezer or a Trumpet to be found either. They were all riding Montgomery Ward Mo-Peds with the baffles removed from the muffler. They had left the Lucky U 15 minutes earlier and were approaching Deadman's Curve pedaling furiously hoping to be there to play havoc with the racers. Grease held it down hard as he exited the last straight before Deadman's Curve. He began to gain on the Vette. He glanced in his mirror and saw the Plymouth was coming alongside. He couldn't believe it. It rocketed past him and charged down upon the Vette. Who WAS that guy? And what did he have under the hood? |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Lonesome EJ Date: 22 Jan 00 - 04:13 PM "Come on, Baby!" Blondy urged the vette. They were in the straightaway now, climbing up Windy Point to the curve that wrapped 190 degrees around the cliff precipice. Blondy watched the chevy and plymouth roaring up behind, now justt 100 feet back. The plymouth's engine noise elevated an octave, and Blondy looked out to see the fender inches from his. Ahead, the highway seemed to lose itself in the sky- that was where the curve started. The Plymouth showed no sign of yielding as they entered the turn."This is bad.." said blondy, but he held his inside position, even when he felt the vette sliding, felt the scrape of his flank against the mystery car. He gunned the engine as the Plymouth began to break. Ahead was the guardrail, and something else... a tall, thin figure in black standing at the guardrail break, smiling as the vette slid by. This was it...the end of the curve, and Blondy held the pedal down when suddenly, on the road ahead, appeared a swarm of midget moped-riders, peddaling furiously. He swerved, but felt their leader, a homely gnome dressed like Santa Claus, ricochet off his bumper."Ah Hell!" said Blondy,"it's that desparate gang- St Nick and the Trolls!!" |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: catspaw49 Date: 22 Jan 00 - 04:44 PM The Vette brushed by the red elf and his minions but the mystery Plymouth plowed through them like a manic bowling ball. To Grease it was as if the Plymouth was taking AIM at them. He swerved hard to avoid the debris of pedals and pedantia. The girl was again beside him and she gave him a smile. The tall, gaunt, black clad figure gave a grudging smile as the Chevy screeched by and came to a halt beside the Vette. Blondy was breathing heavily, as was Grease. The Plymouth had come to a stop about another hundred feet down the road, slewed sideways at the end of the Curve. Its grille and front end sheet metal were destroyed and yet somehow, it resembled a face......a smiling face. Grease looked to Blondy and they both looked back at the bodies of St.Nick and the Trolls...and the carnage...and the man in black laughing uproariously. Ahead, the Plymouth brake-jacked, the car sliding around to its original course. Then with an ear shattering squeal, it launched itself toward the Lucky U. "I guess this one's his Slick. Maybe another time for us." said Greaseball. "But I gotta' know who the hell that guy is! Let's see if he turns into the Lucky U." |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: JenEllen Date: 22 Jan 00 - 04:49 PM She makes her way over to the group at the Nash, her slow steps giving no indication of the pounding of her heart. She resists the urge to put her cigarette out on the foam pirate impaled on the antenna, and sides up to the soda jerk, who is grinning like a madman. "What ya got there slim?" she asks as she notices the jerk rolling something in his cupped hands. "Oh," he says,"Nothing much, just kiped a little something from the biker gang that rode through here..." "Biker Gang?" she asks,"You mean the Shriner-looking dudes with the mopeds?" "Yup...they were talking trash about our boys, so whiles they was in the restaurant getting directions, I unbolted all of their pedals..." |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: katlaughing Date: 22 Jan 00 - 05:02 PM On the way back to the Lucky U, the spirit girl looked at G-ball, blew him a kiss, then turned into a misty gray smoke, wafting out his window. There on the seat beside him, rested a sweater, smelling of seaweed and damp with saltwater. Somehow, he knew that Blondy and him surviving the Ride had released her. She wouldn't have to be taking any more ghost rides and that made him downright soppy. Snorting in disgust at himself and glancing over to make sure Blondy hadn't noticed, he smoothed his DA, and turned up the radio. |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Lonesome EJ Date: 22 Jan 00 - 05:19 PM Back at the Juke Joint, Blondy pulled at his beer and kicked his feet up on the table." That's about it. After the encounter with the mo-ped trolls left the Plymouth sitting pretty, we just followed him on into the Lucky U. His girlfriend said we could drive our cars back here and Mr Soup would pick them up later. Has anybody actually seen the guys face yet?" Murmurs from the group indicated he was still a mystery. It was then that the two-tone Plymouth swept into the gravel parking lot, stopping in fromt of a crowd of amazed on-lookers. The driver's side window rolled down, and a face appeared: a strange, fuzzy, pointed face, it's rodent-like snout carrying a very expensive pair of Vuarnet Sunglasses."My God," stammered Blondy. " Mr Soup...Marsoup...MARSOUPIAL! We've been whipped by a possum!" |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Mbo Date: 22 Jan 00 - 05:28 PM "Yep. I know more about DeWalt electric screwdrivers than Norm Abrams." Said Mbo proudly. He tossed the bolts up in the air and caught them in one hand. "That takes care of Anarchy Gordon and his buds." He said, finally. "But," he began again somewhat impatiently "What of the race? Is everyone OK? Technically, did anyone win? And who was the strange man in black?" The radio in the car sang out "The Monster Mash" in a mock funeral dirge for the fallen trolls. Mbo then turned sharply around, and drawing back his Curt Schilling arm, he fastballed the nuts and bolts over the guard rail and into oblivion. "ASSIMILATE THIS!" he shouted in a growling voice as they left his hand. He looked back to his friends gathered around his Pirate-Mobile in all it's purple glory, which seemed strangely out of place in the light of what he had just witnessed. He tried to come up with a real clincher--but a mere colloquialism is all that he got out--"This stinks worse than ECU steam chimneys!" "Well," he said somewhat briskly, after a few moments of heavy silence, "I guess we should go up and see how everyone fared." --Mbo |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Susan A-R Date: 22 Jan 00 - 05:29 PM The possum gave an unpleasant grin and reached out his paw for the titles and keys. Not so fast, said JenEllen, sliding off the talegate of the truck, and ambling over, accompanied by her large black dog. The possum's grin wavered a bit as the dog growled low in its throat. Say Susan, shouted JenEllen, do you want a little possum to grill along with the hotdogs, hamburgers and chicken out at the beach tonight. Susan poked her head out of the kitchen door, wiping her hands on her apron and looked puzzled at first, then taking in the situation, she said slowly, we el that might be right tasty. The possum pulled his paw back through the window, rolled it up fast and hit tie gas, taking off out of the parking lot in a blue cloud of burnt rubber. Now, Who's gonna help me load the food and drink onto the truck? said JenEllen, Oh, and please close your mouths. We don't want anyone drooling into the potato salad. |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: catspaw49 Date: 22 Jan 00 - 05:34 PM It was true. A possum. Grease didn't know what to say. He sat in the Chevy and thought long and hard on the events that had just happened. Too many thoughts. Caitrin walked over to the car and noticed the sweater on the passenger seat. Grease looked down at it and a smile came over his face. "You gonna' be around later tonight Caits?" He fired the 427 and looked up at her. "Sure, I'll be here...Where you going now?" Grease looked across the seat and again the figure was sitting there. Glancing at Caitrin, he knew she couldn't see her. He turned on the radio...Buddy Holly again, this time "True Love Ways." Grease spoke in a quiet voice that was not one he often used. "I'll be back...I just have to take an old friend on one last ride." |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: katlaughing Date: 22 Jan 00 - 05:46 PM (An aside: Spaw, that is beeUteeFull! Thanks, darlin'.) |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Mbo Date: 22 Jan 00 - 05:49 PM "Whooooweee! Did somebuddy saw hotdogs? I'm well-know in my own circles as being a hotdog junkie! Folks, I got a half full (I'm an optimist) keg of beer in the trunk of the Nash! I'm going to pop another Coke--ECU's playing UNC-Wilmington tonight and they need all the help they can get." As Mbo helps the gang load the viands into Elle's truck--he sees Caitrin standing by Greaseball's rocket--the mournful sound of "True Love Ways" reaches him in a way no one else realizes. Drat, he thinks. Leave it to 'Spaw to play the Holly original instead of the Peter & Gordon version with full orchestra. It was one of the few songs that made him cry......he could tell the night was going to be a long one as the french horns and violins in his mind brought tears to his eyes and clefted his heart in twain... --Mbo |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: JenEllen Date: 22 Jan 00 - 05:59 PM "Heel, hound." she says. The black dog stands down and gives a wag of his tail that thumps against the side of the truck. He was really looking forward to possum, but he'll settle for some of Mbo's hot dogs... "Beach party it is, Suze. I'll back the truck around and lets get those fellows to help us load up." Walking into the 'Joint, she passes the 'Vette, and with a quick tug she gets her scarf back, ties her hair back in it's tail, and heads on in....
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Dave (the ancient mariner) Date: 22 Jan 00 - 06:00 PM See ya got some low life inhabiting the Juke Joint Mbo. Whats that? they wont pay their bills?.. Modern Day Pirates laddie.... The largest biker walks up to Dave huge bowie knife in hand, two others with bike chains menacingly follow behind... Got a light? he asks holding a reefer to his lips...Dave answers very slowly....See you boys brought knives to a gunfight..suddenly pulling out his custom Colt .45 and pulling back on the hammer and placing the muzzle to the tip of the joint in the bikers mouth..When you see the flame..suck! The rest of you boys pay your bills and head out of town. Dont forget to close the door behind you...very drafty in here. Now then when Mbo has taken the handcuffs off the policeman over there he's gonna run yer ass to jail handcuffed to his car bumper. people around here are nice and friendly, but I am a different breed not from around here, so go away and dont come back. See ya Mbo and just call on the Cb if you hear the bikes but I doubt if they'll be back I just called for the State Troopers. Oh yes officer as a matter of fact I do have a permit for the .45 used to be a Hit man for the Queen..TTFN |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: katlaughing Date: 22 Jan 00 - 06:06 PM Just the, out of the Lucky U walks an older woman, with long faded red braids hanging down her back, wearing a sleeveless peasant dress from India, bangles on her wrist and ankles, earrings hanging low, glinting in the light of the setting sun, her Birks making a soft sursurus on the gravel as she walked over to the young man with the riven heart, the faint scent of patchouli eveloping her. She drapes her arm over his shoulder and tells him it'll be okay; that it is good to let the music take you and remind you, but it call also take you to new places and make you dance. At that, the faint strains of the juke box reach their ears, "let the sunshine in, let the sunshine in...." |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Mbo Date: 22 Jan 00 - 06:13 PM "Dave, you're the bafflement of Scotland Yard, and the Flying Squad's despair...and an all around great guy! You said you'd been a bouncer, right? I wouldn't doubt you know how to give someone the idear to leave!" Mbo says smiling. But inside, the smile is only a passing respite..........Inside, his Italian blood starts to bubble, and for a moment he thinks he hears Caruso himself addressing him: "Ridi, pagliacco!" Meanwhile, the Longobards ride tonight... --Mbo |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: bseed(charleskratz) Date: 22 Jan 00 - 06:27 PM "Now how in the hell did that one get away from me?" the man in black snarled? "How did I miss the start of that race?" Strange things were going on and he didn't understand them at all: he had been convinced the race would be after dark so the sheriff couldn't call on the highway patrol's helicopter to follow and film it so the law would end up with all the pink slips--and the surviving drivers. He had been cruising around, giving all the participants and spectators the chills and arranging the weather that would have sent both drivers off Dead Man's Curve. "Why would they call it that?" he wondered to himself. "It was a girl who bought it back in 1956." At any rate he missed the start and was forced to watch the race from the curve, and, he had to admit, he had enjoyed seeing Santa and his elves get it, even if he knew they were immortal and would be back at the North Pole getting ready for Christmas 2000 when their vacation was over at the end of January. "I guess this is another one I can blame on the Big Guy," he thought ruefully. "Well, there's still lots to do--Chechniya, Burundi, Myanmar, the Pantanal..." |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Lonesome EJ Date: 22 Jan 00 - 06:38 PM Blondy catches sight of the dark-clad, tall figure he had seen at Dead Man's Curve." Say, guy, couldn't help but hear you mumbling about the girl that was killed on Windy Point. Lemme buy you a beer...would you tell us all about what happened in '56?" |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: catspaw49 Date: 22 Jan 00 - 06:42 PM (Brief Aside Here) Thanks to ALL of you and especially Leej for affirming that we are still the Cat, can still have fun, and know that its still a place filled with the best of folks. Many thanks to ALL of the co-authors of the "Possum of Deadman's Curve." Spaw |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: JenEllen Date: 22 Jan 00 - 06:53 PM She heads into the joint, and makes her way for the ladies room. Upon entering she notices the redheaded possum blower checking her make-up in the mirror. Red is humming "Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves"....Elle can take it no longer. She tells Red that Mr. Soup has left, and she'd better be heading the same way if she knows what's good for her. Funny thing, Red doesn't argue... After scrubbing the road grime off of her face and hands, she sets back out and plays "Great Balls of Fire" on the jukebox to rid her brain of Red's singing. She's singing along. She sees the Dark Man standing at Blondy's table and a chill brings goosebumps to her arms. She slides over and sits by the two of them, at first with the intent of getting her necklace back, but evermore intrigued with the story the Dark Man came here to tell... |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Willie-O Date: 22 Jan 00 - 07:39 PM Willie-O staggers in, picking shards of possum flesh from between his teeth with a tuning fork and observes: "You sed a mouthful thar, GreaseBall, Spaw, Rides-With-Ghost-Girls-Blinking-On-And-Off". Now lets have some music around here. Anything but the Beach Boys, or anything from American Graffitti, or most especially Dead Man's Curve. (Aside: I saved this thread, its a keeper. Just a nip here and a tuck there, and it'll be out in hard cover selling bazillions of copies before you can say "Don't crush that dwarf, hand me the cordless screwdriver." Profits to Mudcat of course. ) W-O |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Mbo Date: 22 Jan 00 - 08:21 PM After the mysterious woman arcwelded Mbo's heart back together, he headed back in to the friends and fun of the Mudcat Juke Joint. Whilst waiting for the MiB to start, he dropped a coin into the slot of the Wurlizter he had polished up that fateful night when all of this started.....he selected track B24--"Roll Over Beethoven" by The Electric Light Orchestra. Mbo met the strange looks of those who saw the violin case he had brought with him, out from under the front seat. "Don't worry folks--it's not a Tommy gun--just a violin." The faces relax and smile. He told them a bit about the song on the juke. "ELO's version of Chuck Berry's warhorse is called THE definative version. I heartily agree. Where else can one hear cellos, and most importantly, Wilf Gibson's kick duff fiddle solo?"
Mbo suddenly smelled the smoke and the cinders, slicked back his hair, and opened up his case. He doubled along with Wilf on fiddle--pulling off those amazing rising double stops...
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Caitrin Date: 22 Jan 00 - 09:14 PM The pony-tailed girl returns to the juke joint. "Thank god the guys all made it out alright!" Caitrin thinks. These kind of fellas were too dangerous. But she loved 'em anyway. After all, what was life for if ya couldn't have a good time? "Y'all're gonna get your fool selves killed one of these days, ya know that?" Blondy gave an uncaring shrug. Greaseball was still out doing Lord knows what. The way he left was so odd...Caitrin sighed. "Mbo, put on The Who. I need something loud to get my spirits up!" Caitrin smiled, with just a bit of sorrow. Just another night in Mudcatland, doing the best she could. |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Lonesome EJ Date: 22 Jan 00 - 09:16 PM The tall man in black fades into the crowd of revelers, some of them dancing to the rock and roll that cranks from the hi fi
Came the last night of sadness " Something scary about that guy, "said Blondy," and I can smell something smoldering when he's around." He finished his beer." He might be the Devil. I've never seen him hanging around here, but he knows an awful lot about us, doesn't he?" He filled his cup from the pitcher." Still, I'd like to hear his story. You know what they say...Friend of the Devil is a friend of mine. And he's got a kind of a friendly smile like an old English Teacher I had."
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Caitrin Date: 22 Jan 00 - 09:32 PM Caitrin took a seat at a table by the window, the wind from outside blowing through her hair. "Don't Fear the Reaper" always gave her chills. And the stranger in black was just making it worse. Now there's a man with a story, for sure. Strange, strange guy. "Hey..." Caitrin directed at him as she walked toward him. "Can I get you something? A drink, maybe?" |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: GUEST,JenEllen Date: 22 Jan 00 - 09:52 PM Watching the Dark Man sitting at the bar, glaring into his drink, and Elle decides it's time to get a bit of chow for the hound. Standing, she brushes some errant dog hair from her faded jeans and walks to the bar. "A couple of doubles to go, please." she says, and in an aside to the young man with the violin, in her best Bogey,"You better go ask that girl to dance, if you don't you'll regret it, maybe not tonight, but soon, and for the rest of your life.." The young man smiles and goes over to the ponytailed girl at the window, and he gives her a kind of "Aw, Shucks" look, they join hands as Dusty Springfield comes over the jukebox. Elle turns around to find Blondy standing there with a sideways smile and an outstretched hand. She notices the bit of grease around his fingernails, but takes it anyway.
Slow couples mix on the floor of the 'Joint. Blondy moves his hand from low on her back and pressed the silver chain into her hand. It is still warm. She tells him "Keep it, with any luck you won't need it again." As the song fades on the jukebox, her order is called up. As an afterthought, she reaches her finger into the collar of his t-shirt and pulls him close, a quick peck on the cheek and she is out the door as the lights are fading. The slow-dancing couples hear the roar of an engine and a muffled whoop, as they ride into the night. The girl, the black dog, and the barrel of Susan's potato salad that's been out in the sun too long. |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: GUEST Date: 22 Jan 00 - 09:55 PM JL smiles, shrugs her bomber jacket to a better fit, and heads for the door. She glances at the MiB, who is deeply involved in a very serious-looking discussion with Blondy. She stops outside, stares up at the cloudless sky, and grins. "Good day for flyin," she thinks. "Wonder how long they'll keep him busy in there?" The road to the airport beckons... "Great race, you guys! Until next time..." (And Amen, Grease and W-O) |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Mbo Date: 22 Jan 00 - 09:56 PM "Right-O Caitrin." Mbo agrees. Instead of the juke, he opts for some live music, pulling out his trusty guitar, and to supplement the appearance of the MiB, he belts out a rendition of the Who classic "Boris the Spider." Creepy crawly creepy crawly... --Mbo |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: catspaw49 Date: 22 Jan 00 - 10:43 PM Grease parks the Chevy beside the black sedan and sits staring at it for a minute. A strange day. The whole thing took on an even more dreamlike quality as he thought about it. He'd seen movies where people pinched themselves to be sure they were awake but he would never do it himself, even out here alone in the parking lot. The radio DJ was rambling on about an English group and he thought again how odd it had been that all of the big moments of the day had been accompanied by Buddy Holly songs. Dead man for Deadman's curve? No, it was more than that somehow but he couldn't think about it. It was too pre-ordained, too spiritual for a guy like Grease.....maybe later, but not now. He shut down the plant and started inside. Looking at the gray primer he thought that maybe next week after hours at the station he'd swap engines and then take her to his buddy with the paint shop. He'd been the fastest thing in the valley for a long time. Now it was time to retire the Chevy and just use her to cruise. The original seat could be reinstalled, maybe after a tuck and roll had been done. The last ride with the wraith-like girl had convinced him it was time to slow down. Lots of guys were taking their racing to the drag strip which had recently opened. Perhaps that was the best place. "King of the Strip"--he liked the sound of it. Inside he grabbed a table and saw Caitrin serving some customers. The black clad figure was across the room. He wanted to know more but wasn't going to force it out of tall, dark man. Just wait, he would come. Grease was sure of it.
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Mikal Date: 22 Jan 00 - 11:03 PM Mikal slides back into the corner booth, shaking his head in bafflement. His fingerless gloves twirl the tipper a few times absently. They never will get it right, he muses. All of the race, the dark man, the possum. Even Magoo and the boys failed to show up. How the hell can a man seem threatening with just one low-life on a hog? Ah well, there's whiskey for you; all fire and flavor with just the same kick as cheap grain for all it does. The game will run again, it always does when the Guinness runs out. No one knows what it's like, to be the bad man, To be the sad man, Behind blue eyes. No one knows what it's like to be hated, To be fated, To telling only lies. But my dreams they aren't as empty, As my conscience seems to be. I have hours, only lonely. My love is vengeance, that's never free…….. He walks out the door of the juke joint, running one hand over the faded paint on the Harley's fat bob tank. Next time there should be a cabin, he thinks. Perhaps a trading post long forgotten on the river… He reaches out and plucks at a mote in the air before him, twisting it just so. The mote becomes a door. He goes out… |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Mikal Date: 22 Jan 00 - 11:11 PM Afternote: Hey, that is what most of my 60's and 70's were like! Reality was an alternative lifestyle! Mikal |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Lonesome EJ Date: 22 Jan 00 - 11:35 PM spock The paper cup full of beer left Blondy's hand and hit the parking lot surface. Had he just seen Mikal disappear before his eyes? Yes, it was entirely possible...an old-fashioned door latch still hung in the air where he had been. Blondy stumbled a little as he approached the spot. Why not? So many strange things had already happened that day. He reached out to touch the latch...it was real. He turned it, and a sizeable chunk of the darkness turned on it's hinges to reveal a trail that lead down to a wide, shallow river running with riffles. Just across the river was a log building- part general store, part block house. A tepee was set up just downstream from it. A sign on the log building said Mudcat Spiegel's Trade Goods, Trapping Supplies and Tavern. As he stood dumbfounded, the door closed behind him. He glanced back and Mikal was half-way across the stream, mounted on a tired-looking sorrel horse and smiling back at him. "Come on,"Mikal shouted above the rush of the river, then turned and continued across. "What the hell," smiled LEJ, and picked his way down the path toward the Trading Post. |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: bseed(charleskratz) Date: 22 Jan 00 - 11:49 PM The tall dark man walks over to the jukebox and drops a quarter in and punches the buttons for "Earth Angel" five times. He turns to face the room and pulls the craziest trick anyone ever saw: he was the picture whose eyes followed you everywhere--possible for a two dimensional portrait, but he stayed three dimensional, more, really: everyone who looked at him sensed time leaping by in great chunks, years in a second, decades in a glance, a lifetime in a long stare. He didn't open his mouth but everyone heard him speak: Greaseball heard him say, "I didn't get you this time, but your time will come." Blondy's message was "Don't worry about that chick from the fifties...you'll learn all about it someday. Hell, no pun intended, you'll be part of it someday." The kid behind the fountain heard him say he'd better stop wasting time and hook up with ponytail. Life's too short to waste time wasting time." A different message for everyone in the place, even the hogger who thought HE was the creepy one: "You wanna see something REALLY scary, champ?" Then he was gone and everyone felt the rumble of his car. --seed |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Caitrin Date: 23 Jan 00 - 09:26 AM As soon as 'spaw came into the room, Caitrin walked over to him. She knew better than to ask where he'd been. Wherever he went, he had his reasons. "It's gettin' late. I've gotta help Mbo close up. You want to meet me over at the tavern later?" she says. "Sure, babe." "Alright...I'll see you there, then." Caitrin gets a tray and starts clearing tables...What a day this had been. |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Mbo Date: 23 Jan 00 - 11:25 AM Mbo finished sweeping up the floor, shined up the counters, and removed the money from the till. The jukebox was was just wrapping up playing Donovan's "Catch The Wind"--as the soft sounds of Donovan's guitar faded out Mbo heaved a sigh. He flipped the sign to "Sorry, We're Closed" and locked the door. The Moodies Blues' "Isn't Life Strange?" was still ringing in his head as he made his way slowly down the street.
He concentrated heavily on the doorlatch hanging unconcertingly in the air. The Mudcat sure had been a crazy ride over the past few days. But he was glad he was here, in this place in time. He pulled on the doorlatch--revealing the Trading Post below him, a fair land under a swift sunrise. He mused that even the darkest night must end, and there would be another bright shining dawn for everyone. He looked back one more time at the Juke Joint, so full of memories of the last couple hours....the frosty window....the slow dance....Dusty........ |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Peter T. Date: 24 Jan 00 - 12:15 PM "HELLO, FRIENDS!" (His toupee falls off briefly onto the record player, muffling the sound of the Moonglows). If you loved this story, you'll love this GREAT OFFER!!You know me, I'm the Ancient Teenager! Remember this great sound? (The high school band plays its one number again for the seventh time)!! Well, now you can recapture those old memories again, just in time for the OLD FOLKS HOME!! Now only on SPACE-DEATH Records, 150 CDS of every B-side that was the backdrop to those great 50's and early 60's!! Who could ever forget them? Who? What? Oh, yes, them!!! (Rescues toupee off turntable, scratching Patti Page). What memories they were! Who can ever forget telling the guys that you made it to home plate, and had no idea what you were talking about? (Pat Boone in whiteface appears on the screen, singing and wearing Maybelline) Who can ever forget this great song you had to listen to because you were really plain and no one would ask you to dance all night!!! ("Hey There" briefly drifts in, to be replaced by "Yakety Yak"). Remember sitting in the girl's washroom crying your eyes out because you were so ashamed? Well, this is the great song they were playing in the distance!! (Theme from "A Summer Place") How about those segregated drinking fountains? Aboveground nuclear tests! The young Pat Nixon!!! NOW memories like these can be yours again!! Remember how hard you tried to forget them? Well, they won't go away!! They are preserved forever on these FABULOUS titanium CDS that cannot be smashed like you did with your Connie Francis records the night Doreen stole the only boy you have ever loved!!!! Remember when you had to leave town because you were pregnant!! Remember when your mother used to look out the window and wonder why, and look at your father, and you could see in her eyes the thought: I am smarter than him, why am I here playing bridge all day with women I despise?" Well, this is the song they were playing when she had her 3:00 early start on the cocktail party!! (band plays "The Wayward Wind") Great times, you bet!!!Can we ever forget? NOPE, like me, they are here, endlessly, JUST TRY AND FORGET!!!!!!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! And now here are some messages from our other sponsors!! (tie catches in Big Bopper memorabilia, hurls Ancient Teenager at Annette Funicello blowup doll with cantilevered breasts, loud explosion heard, car revs up, and is soon lost in the late night television distance.) |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: katlaughing Date: 27 Jan 04 - 12:02 PM Nice trip down Memory Lane! |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: fat B****rd Date: 28 Jan 04 - 04:02 AM I couldn't help but notice how few of the folks on this thread are still around. |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: catspaw49 Date: 30 Jan 04 - 09:13 PM Well that was a wonderful trip........Thanks for the refresh katmyluv......... Yeah, a lot of us on this thread are either gone or not around as much as we were then.....and I miss them. Leej was my favorite writing partner and those characters were fun for both of us. JE, Peter T., kat, Lin, and others along with myself, are around here far less. Ol' Seed was always a trip and Caitrin one of the youngest and finest....as was Meebo (Mbo).....a brilliant young man who has gone on to better things but still appears occasionally to let us know that all is well. Sometimes I read threads now and don't post simply because I have posted on that same topic before but the newer folks seem to be enjoying themselves as we did then so why throw in my crap again. I pretty much relegate myself to the obvious topic of gas or the like because it's expected of me and i hate to let folks down. Often I do though.....Even Spaw has a fart joke threshold I guess. There's another Cletus story brewing but it may not end the way I might like it, or you either. We'll see what develops 'cause gawd knows those guys are capable of damn near anything!!! To anyone else bothering to read this ols thread, I hope you enjoyed it half as much as we did when we wrote it.(:<)) Spaw |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: katlaughing Date: 31 Jan 04 - 12:00 AM It's just not like it used to be around here, is it, Spawdarlin'? DO you remember, I named my dulcimer, which you found for me, "Peaches" after your character in this thread? I probably sound like an old grump, but the creativity around here has really gone downhill with the less frequent visits by those you mentioned and others. I miss the really creative story threads with their sharing, great continuity and imaginative characters; I miss PeterT's TFTD threads; and, I really miss LEJ's postings, too! Can't wait to read more of Cletus et al! |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: GUEST,Chip2447 Date: 31 Jan 04 - 12:12 AM Free at last. Mom thought he was spending time over at weird Ernie's, Ernie's folks thought they were out camping. "Ernie, if we hurry, we oughta make it down to Dead man's curve before those cool older guys get there in their cool cars. Maybe we'll get to see a wreck." Ernie's old Huffy had no chance against me and my American Flyer, but I did'nt want to shake the cokes up too bad, so I let him win. "Rats, we missed em Ern...Whaddaya wanna do now? Betcha a dime that the big kids are gonna have a bonfire down on the beach. Wanna go down there?" "We're gonna get beat up and depants." Ernie whined... "You're just chicken, Ern..." The sound of the tattered baseball card hitting the spokes rumbled like the sound of a big knucklehead as I roared off toward the beach |
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Subject: RE: The Mudcat Juke Joint! From: Matt_R Date: 31 Jan 04 - 01:08 AM Ahhhh...memories of youth. |
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