Cocktail Commotion: the Rum Summer

There's something curious, something captivatin', something down right cool about a crazy spirituous concoction...that's what all this commotion is about, baby...My soirees into dipsomaniac delight and drinks that I just plain dig...so on with the openin' act:

It's no secret that I'm pretty hip to the Hunter S.-lifestyle (that's a reference to the Doctor of Gonzo, ya dig) and all the wild ways of this world that the man and the myth revealed to me in his writin'...mostly his magnificent, semi-fictional send-up of life as an American journalist in the glory-days of loco Puerto Rico (& my obligatory summer read), the Rum Diary. To truly feel the scene I make it a point to relax it up with the relief of some of my own rum-yum action...something as sweet as the season, something I call the Rum Summer!

Here's how it shakes, baby:

- Light Rum of choice (I'm kinda partial to Ron Rico...watchin' the wallet, 'natch)
- real-deal Sweet Tea (i.e. not tea that ya shot up with sugar...it's gotta be brewed with sugar baby)
- fresh Lemon Juice

Get yerself an easy-breezy rocks glass (with plenty o' rocks...yer frozen aqua cubes fer the uninitiated) and toss in one part rum and one part sweet tea...give it a swirl & a dash of the lovely lemon juice...let the summer fun set sail...this beaut of a beverage can kick ya into gear and bring ya to the edge of the Fear...I'm sure Hunter would be proud...

...stay tuned fer more red-eye recipes...til then, sip away baby!

Wetter & Better: the Get Wets Goods...& other garageslop goin's ons

Wow, the wildness just keeps whirlin' around fer the Get Wets... If yer hip ya already know that Logan (aka DB) has rejoined the loopy group on the organs and we're gearin' up fer our fourth live, graceless get-down in Cola-town (which also happens to be our second show underground, at el Whig)... & to slop the pops with a cherry on top, we are rarin' & darin' to drop some of our soul magic to the magnetic-tape in July (prepare yer hearin'-pipes, humanity!!) ...Like Wow, indubitably.

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And on the flipside of the 45, wanted to beep everybody to the blast I had with my cohort in slop'n'bop crime (Ms. Anna) at the Milestone Club in Queen City, NC...
It was in fact the rare and rabid sightin' of the beast they call Nobunny!!!
But to get good & primed we were treated to the primitive and peppy poundin's of Pinche Gringo ...man can he (with some help from his friends) really go-go, baby!
Even tried to make a deal with the Mr. Gringo to get him and the gang back down Columbi-Yeah's way fer some acción salvaje! Keep those fingers-flossed, kids!



Then like the Muppets gone mad, Nobunny & his hairy horde took the audience on a boppin' and bonkers rollick through the great rock'n'roll wilderness...I bopped a lil too much (my neck still ain't forgiven me), but boy was it ever a ball!



Nobunny himself swiped my very lighter to ignite the on-stage pyro...& I wasn't even expectin' special effects!! ...this kid gives the great shakes and lets the party people know punky pop still has a place in this weirdo world! Another group ya just gotta see live in a dive (nothin' knockin' the anti-glam of the Milestone, baby)...take it if ya can make it, kids...y'all can thank me later.

& yeah, I also saw a few songs by the salient Spits, but there was just too much smoke, choke and meatheaded-maulin' fer my taste...but altogether a real wild time worth the ride across the border.

Like Wild! the Mondellos Meet the Get Wets

LIKE WILD!

See the Mondellos make mincemeat out of yer primitive passions!
See the Get Wets grope madly at yer immature inclinations!

...the kind of carnal and savage thing that before ya could only see in the pages of Nat'l Geographic!

& the world waits with baited, beer-stench'd breath...fer the rendezvous of raunch at el Whig! ...oh mother nature, do ya know no sin??

Watch in terror, June 19th...fer absolutely no scratch!


UPDATE: the Get Wets get press! ...a lil write-up action about the show from our friends over at the Free Times in the week of June 16 issue:

The Get Wets — Call it rhythm and booze, call it slop ‘n’ bop, call it ga-raunch. Call it what you will, but the Get Wets purvey a brand of extra-scuzzy, extra-raunchy, extra-wild brand of peppy, primitive garage rock (think ‘60s garage progenitors the Sonics) that’s heavy on fuzz bass, primal screams and punky pop tunes. It’s good for what ails you, and it’ll get you go-go dancing in no time flat. Similarly sloppy Atlanta garage-rock act the Mondellos open, and their brand of Tobacco Road-via-Bikini Beach surf-stomp is as potent as it comes.
P. Wall
The Whig: 11 p.m., free; 931-8852, thewhig.org

it's a Sud-sloshin' Subterranean Southeastern Slop Showdown, y'all!

Bey's Bug-Out with the Get Wets & Pity Rally

Ain't had a ball in a while? ...well we got yer spring-fling beat, baby! Why not splash around and kick some sand with us, kids!
Come bug-out at Bey's with South Carolina's Soul Slopsters, the Get Wets!
With real-gone guests Pity Rally, puttin' the party back into post-whatever-the-kids-are-callin'-it-these-days!
All this and more fer the mighty steep and super deep price tag of free, ya frantics!

B.Y.O.B.B. (Bring Yer Own Beach Balls)

Merry Int'l Louie Louie Day, baby!

Hip-hip-hooray, today's the day to celebrate thee LOU-EE LOU-AY!
Once more we bow at the alter of the creator, the revered Richard Berry, and pay homage to the saints of the strange & stupefying sound of dah-dah-dah, da-dah...

This me second time exaltin' the exquisite of Louie Louie, but me think of it oh constantly...so what'd ya say we party and play two Louies til we lose it?!?

And the perfect party pludge goes to one of my fav rave versions from Don & the Goodtimes and their complete killer!

Don of said band, it needs to be said, was the original keyboardist fer the fateful and famous Kingsmen version...Once Don struck out on his own the Goodtimes decided to destroy it just a short swallow of time later (gotta dig the speed of the '60s churnin' out singles, baby)...but I dig this version cuz it's filled to the gills with lots of go-go-go and the ominous feeling of a full-on fracas freakout!

And now fer a more modern make of sheer savvy silliness put on yer party panties and have a wild one with this group, who I believe to be known as Yopp

How can ya not go nuts to manic melodica action...and they got masks and the moves ya can't lose, too! ...That's what this non-sense is all about...frantic FUN!

Fer more skinny on how to commemorate this crazy day, dig these directions from LouieDay.org

Make sure ya pass thru the Louie Report today, too...they's the premier purveyors of peculiar pursuits in the Louie Louie universe...wild!

Oh yeah, dig up last year's I.L.L. Day post... and fan the fantastic Louie Louie over on Facebook, fiends ...dah-dah-dah indeed, baby!

keep on sailin' dem seas...