tinkerlion
03-18-2007, 02:47 AM
... 'cause I'm* playing another show that you need to be at. We are opening for a band from Denver! That's right... a NATIONAL TOURING ACT!!!! (that I'd never heard of)!!! We are also playing with a dude who's mother ruined the Grateful Dead! Yeah! Donna's son! We're playing this coming Saturday, March 24th at around 9:00-ish (PM) at "Club 29" in Decatur, GA. This place is about a mile inside the perimeter on Hwy. 29 on the right. It will be awsome and I can say with some confidence that it will undoubably be the greatest event you've ever experienced, any time, any category, any juxtiposition on "trustworthiness" as discussed by Taoist versions of the Huxtables, anything!!! You will wish you'd brought everyone you know, so plan ahead and invite everyone you know in advance, so as not to suffer the dissapointment of a futile wish. You will also bring tasty carrot cake, so that the lead guitarist of Jango Monkey can accept your offering and bless any and all future children you might aquire.
Look... I can come up with these stupid slogans all night. You can make it stop though. You just sit your ass down at the bar after paying the 10 dollar cover this Saturday and you root for the home team! Jango Monkey!!! Say it LOUD! Say it PROUD!!! Say it with a fist-full of cheetohs in your mouth!!! Say it in a gurgly voice, as if you were actually speaking underwater! Make this happen, and I will be sure to sex you up. I might actually train a "surrogate" to sex you up. By "surrogate", I of course mean "rabid dog". Good luck with that.
Peas out, carrots in,
The Reverend Eric Kingsbury "Can't touch this" Martin
Kingsbury Saint James, in 'da hizzzouse!!!
You can hit me at the show for making you read all of this crap (lightly, in the arm, AFTER I've played, so as to preserve the air of "awsomatiousness" that might be hindered by said punching).
*any reference to i or i'm would actually be my husband.
http://www.myspace.com/jangomonkey
Look... I can come up with these stupid slogans all night. You can make it stop though. You just sit your ass down at the bar after paying the 10 dollar cover this Saturday and you root for the home team! Jango Monkey!!! Say it LOUD! Say it PROUD!!! Say it with a fist-full of cheetohs in your mouth!!! Say it in a gurgly voice, as if you were actually speaking underwater! Make this happen, and I will be sure to sex you up. I might actually train a "surrogate" to sex you up. By "surrogate", I of course mean "rabid dog". Good luck with that.
Peas out, carrots in,
The Reverend Eric Kingsbury "Can't touch this" Martin
Kingsbury Saint James, in 'da hizzzouse!!!
You can hit me at the show for making you read all of this crap (lightly, in the arm, AFTER I've played, so as to preserve the air of "awsomatiousness" that might be hindered by said punching).
*any reference to i or i'm would actually be my husband.
http://www.myspace.com/jangomonkey