The Butch and Adam Show. One Night Only, Only $15 Only the Lonely! dum dum dum dum dee doo wah.
Friday, October 7, 2011
a phillies win was very nice
the weather was perfection
yet still, a man of jesus christ
brought sunday's favorite section
for to the river city fest,
my fishtown tush did stroll
to see the booths, soak in the sun
eat sausage on a roll
when there, espied i, scores of booths
a cause or two with each
some proffered home made jewelry
some soaps that smelled of peach
a crisply colored codex caught
my eye and then my thumb
and what i saw on pages in,
did almost leave me dumb
in children's words, for children meant
bright pictures void of laugh
of how a cow is treated and
what's worse, of how a calf
PETA brings it hard and whole
they seldom pull a punch
their stock is shock, their trade is made
to guilt you o'er your lunch
With wry and cunning smile i
returned the printed page
when approached a fishtown man
at least two times my age
he smiled at my literature
said i was smart to pick it
then asked me if i'd give him ten
for raffl'd eagles ticket
though birds games are the highlight of
my weekend, nee my fall
i told him that my hands were tied
i'd give no coin at all.
"you see sir" said i "irony,
is here and on display
for your religion's blood and hatred
clouds up this nice day"
alas i can not give you squat
for blood is on your hands
your institutions evil deeds
o'er centuries and lands
i dare say that you've spilled more blood
of innocents and babes
and that's without the torture stats
you've stacked up for an age
so sir i must decline to put
more coin into your coffers
i'd just as soon give nazi's gold
or hear some other offers
aback he clearly now was taken
as challenged, he was, rare
"do you defend your institute
do you sir, even dare?"
"the muslim's kill a lot of folks"
he offered limp reply
we're talking about christians here
"stay germane" said I
again i asked him to defend
millennia of sin.
if not from talking points without.
sir, what of from within?
forever facts are faith's fierce foe
my yoke, with he my cow
and all that he could meekly moo
was "away, you may go now"
is that you're whole and full defense
cause more, i will allow
with yellow'd tooth and eyes cast down
"away you may go now"
that story is 100% true and made me very happy.
now down to bidness.
A million years ago when the earth was cooler, and the immanent decline of the republic hinged upon the cumstain on a plus-sized dress and not y'know, the imminent decline of the republic, Butch and i had a show at steel city in phoenixville.
I forget whether he was opening for me or if it was a co-bill, but we were going to drive out there together, play sets separately and then find the 2nd and 3rd cutest girls in the place and talk to them until they liked our game or it becomes painfully awkward cause they don't.
anyway, you know how in february we sometimes get a day where it goes up to like 50? you know how sometimes the day after that it rains like hashem is angry with everyone but noah? you know how sometimes the day after that day it goes back to B as U and it's 20 fucking degrees? you know how the best mode of transportation is a sleigh? You know how sometimes you can guess what day our show was scheduled?
So, ever the consummate professionals* We loaded up the old Permanent Records Mobile Assault Vehicle and left around noon for what we figured would be a shackletonion trek, fittingly close to where the Continental army spent that cold winter of rags and man on man spooning, when the country was young and waxing. we packed all our gear and two sets of batteries and hardtack and bottled water and three kinds of jerky. Though it was merely implicit, i'm sure each of us had made personal piece with their implied consent to be eaten if it ever came down to it.
Upon our arrival, i remember the look of disbelief thrown our way by Lance and the barrista who were certain that 30 miles of treacherous black and cloudy ice would've enticed even the most dedicated folksmen into a saturday night of reheated mexican food and very special Urkel episodes. But, like i said, shackletonian.
so we go to the green room and huddle near the space heater and come to terms that we probably risked life and higher insurance rates to play songs for each other, which, minus the sleigh ride, was how we'd spent most of the last week, (much to the dismay of our third roommate)**
twas then that we played the "Fuck it" card. Lets just go up on stage together and have the worlds smallest song circle.
at showtime there was actually a nice little crowd, maybe 20 folks scattered about the room. We eschewed the sound system entirely and coaxed the back of the bus folk to inhabit the stage-side tables and what happened next was what some people more fanciful than myself would call magic. It was just a great show. I'm pretty sure fern was there, you can ask her*** Anyway, that may or may or may not have been the first Adam+Butch show and i do remember that we have over the years booked a few more and they almost never fail to be great^
Adam, why the fuck are you babbling on about some homo-erotic show you played in another century? well because i'mma do it again real soon i tells ya.
Butch has since become a southerner, because he can stomach jebus more than some people. He has acquired a Masters Degree in folklore and he's like the 10th best dulcimer player in the country^^ But he's still a top notch songwriter and he's like the only person on earth who understands what i call my musical chops and what others call, "that racket". All sarcasm and kidding aside, this show will be one of the best show's you'll see this year, and i'm kinda bummed that i have to work and wont be able to be in the audience.
As if the gig wasn't cool enough, it is exponentially enhanced by its location. or for you realtors out there its locationlocationlocation. You see this is a Front Porch House Concert and is getting' bizzee up in the Marshall Compound In Robinsville, NJ.
bring something to share, and bring a tent and yo' axe cause afterwards, theys gonna be a meeting, bonfire style. Stay over, get drunk, and who knows, maybe you'll find the love of your life that night, maybe he plays harmonica through a rack. The details are here. http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=123832181046447
so, now you know, it's gonna be friday night October 7th. at 20:00 in Robbinsville, NJ. hmmm. 10/7? why does that sound familiar? i'll tell you why, It's erev Yom Kippur, and yeah, i maybe shouldn't have booked a gig, but i did, because i'm stupid, so now i will be forced to revisit my complicated relationship with Sandy Koufax. So if you're all chosen and shit, and feel like this would be an affront to hashem, and those who died at the hands of the egyptians/byzantines/romans/spanish/russians/nazis/catholics/christians/blackseptemberians, I offer you these two mitigations
- i didn't say you had to eat or drink anything. you can just sit and repent for your sins. and really, repentance isn't supposed to be fun, and what is less fun than one of my longer more plodding songs? In fact, if you'd like to go all "step 9" on some people, perhaps some of them will be here and you can kill all kinds of birds while i'm be-bopping and scatting'.
- i will be bringing a live chicken i will purchase in chinatown that day. I will transfer all of our sins onto that clucker^^^ then i'll twirl it over our heads and kosher kill that summbitch. For the $15 cost of the house concert, where else, outside of medieval Catholicism are you going to find indulgences at such rock bottom prices. Seriously, don't pay retail for forgiveness, it's unbecoming.
and yeah, technically there could be a phillies game that night, but only if they let the cardinals take it to 5 games. and just put that out of your head, it ain't like that anymore round here.
can we bring the lights down a bit? thanks. (sits on stages edge and unties the bowtie of his tuxedo.)
truth is, butch is one of my dearest and oldest friends, and a pretty great songwriter and musician, and the opportunity to play with him is an all too rare treat for me. Even rarer, is the fact that you can watch. Cherry that sunday with The front porch's own Barak and Michelle playing host*^, you might not wanna miss this.
also, butch was married at this house, so even if the gig sucks donkey balls, it'll still not be the biggest mistake he ever made at that location.
*save practice and accounting and stuff like that.
**who at first was enamored but that was months ago
***fern is the kind of gal who will either remember, or spin fond lies for our benefit if she doesn't.
^there was one time immediately after some questionable seafood that wasn't terrific.
^^and that's like, out of over a hundred.
^^^jewish sins only, sorry, get your own archaic baseless belief system goyem.
*^they got a real stage and everything!