Thursday, July 28, 2005
Yessir, some of you might have missed SweetLou's costume change complete with the slogan for Lou&Mistifest '06. And just look at Howdy - he started practicing for next year as soon as the crowd dispersed. Funny thing is I never saw him grope the pole once while he was practicing. Lou, tell him he's doing it all wrong!
Roger has made the suggestion this become an annual event and we are seriously considering it. Hopefully we will have cooler weather next time. Once again thank you.
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
As I rode in to Tombstone on my horse his name was Mac
I saw what I'll relate to you goin' on behind my back
It seems the folks were up in arms, a man now had to die
For believin' things that didn't fit the laws they set aside
The man's name was "I'm a Freak", the best that I could see
He was the executioner, a hangman just like me
I guess that he'd seen loopholes from workin' with his rope
He'd hung the wrong man many times, so now he turned to hope
He talked to all the people from his scaffold in the square
He told them of the things he found, but they didn't seem to care
He said the laws were obsolete, a change they should demand
But the people only walked away, he couldn't understand
The marshall's name was "Uncle Sam", he said he'd right this wrong
He'd make the hangman shut his mouth if it took him all year long
He finally arrested Freak and then he sent for me
To hang a fellow hangman from a fellow hangman's tree
It didn't take them long to try him in their court of law
He was guilty then of thinkin', a crime much worse than all
They sentenced him to die, so his seed of thought can't spread
And infect the little children, that's what the law had said
So the hangin' day came round, and he walked up to the noose
I pulled the lever but before he fell, I cut him loose
They called it all conspiracy, and then I had to die
So to close our mouths and kill our minds, they hung us side by side
And now we're two hangmen hangin' from a tree
That don't bother me at all
We're two hangmen hangin' from a tree
That don't bother me at all (repeat ad nauseum)
In other great tune news, I am - at this moment - rocking out to the Les Dudek CD that Lou and Misti picked up for me on their honeymoon. This cat can play guitar and has lent his talent to the Alman Bros and Cher, amongst others, over the year. Excellent and has that classic rock feel.
Lloyd relates a story he heard from Les that goes something like this: Les was both Cher's lover and her axe slinger. After those relationships went south he was playing for Stevie Nicks. She propositioned him and he turned her down because he'd already been with "the world's greatest diva." So I guess his reasoning was "why play around in the minor leagues".
Well, it's clear that Les did a few too many mind altering drugs in his younger days and that left him with a severely impaired sense of judgment.
Still, he plays a mean guitar.
If you're interested in picking up Jeanne's CD, see her website. Look for her in the links on the right side of this page. I think she gives lots of options of where to find it, or I guess you could just write to her.
Sunday, July 24, 2005
LouFest '05 was a definite success! Thanks to Lou and Misti for all their hard work putting it together...not just for the party but for all the hard work the weeks before building the Rec room. I think you win the Trojan Pride Award for sure.
The weekend for a lot of us started that morning with 18 holes of championship golf. It was Lou, Neil, Ozzy, & Jeff VS Me, Rog, Roy, and Paul In a winner take all 4-man golf scramble. We finished the 18 holes totally tied. We then played a three hole playoff starting at hole 16. Again we ended up tied. So we went back to 16 and played sudden death. First team to win a hole wins the match. It went to the 18th. I’m proud to say that I stuck a 105 yard downhill shot damn near in the hole. In fact, the ball mark was a part of the hole! The ball wound up inches from the cup and we birdied. It still didn’t ensure victory, as I was sure they would somehow sink their birdie putts. As it turns out they didn’t and we won. It was nearly impossible to brag since it took 24 holes to decide the winner and we were all hot and very tired. Logo balls were exchanged.
The evening was a great time. We got to see a lot of guys we haven’t seen in a long time. It also reminded me how musically talented a lot of the guys are (my talents ended on the 18th hole). You had (in no certain order):
Lou & Neil, who have great voices sang several songs using the karaoke (did I spell that right?) machine. He even teased us with the Pole!
Howdy, did a little karaoke, played some harmonica, strummed the guitar, and sang some duets with just about everyone.
Roger who sang many songs with and without Jeff, and of course plays a legendary guitar, has entertained many parties over the years. Rog, I still say there’s some words to the Lloyd song that are missing. I remember hearing at Warrensburg back in college about him chewing up your “Ball signed by Musial.” It used to be my favorite line! Never the less, it’s a great song that will live for ever, even if it doesn’t seem like it’s about the Lou we know.
Roy, who I’ve never heard sing before (that I can remember), even took up the guitar and sang some songs!
And Paul, who sings some of the most touching love songs you’ll ever hear, literally brings a tear to my eye every time I hear him. I wouldn’t know but, people who write music often say that they are inspired by events that happen in their own lives and put their experiences in their music. It’s amazing what Paul had to do to get that ride with the truck driver to get to torso girl! Yes, I know it was two different songs, but I’m beginning to connect the dots! Must’ve been the same girl who was drunk and turned him down in the bar for the guy with size 12 shoes. I wonder if Paul really has a picture of this girl above his bed?
Friday, July 22, 2005
I hear last minute rehearsals going on as you read this. I'm sure more than one attendee will be hitting some golf balls at the range tomorrow. Everyone gearing up for some fun.
Of course, I didn't start this post without a point. My point, as it is so often, is to gloat. After the grand festivities on Saturday, Roy, Sarah, Shelly and I will be heading to the Cards/Cubs game at Busch on Sunday.
What a great weeknd we have on tap!
Thursday, July 21, 2005
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Lou, do you have a swimming pool? Or can you dig one before this weekend!?
What time does the actual par-tay start?
Still not sure about golf. I don't know what Lania would be doing if I'm playing golf. I know that being on a golf course will be her greatest nightmare in that sort of heat.
Monday, July 18, 2005
I just popped in a Billy Joel CD I had not listened to forever. Billy Joel's Greatest Hits Volume III. Think of it, he'd already put out 2 complete greatest hit albums.
I have not heard a Billy Joel song in several years. Today my ears, heart, and soul are delighting in this softer side CD. Billy's vocal tracks are pretty incredible.
I had great seats for Billy Joel/Elton John dueling pianos in the mid-90's and couldn't go and gave the tickets to my brother. Something like 10th row on the floor. I also remember going to an Elton John concert with DLS in K.C. I'm sure some of the people there thought we two guys attending the concet fit right in. But really, we were just two music afficianados, nothing more! Not that there's anything wrong with that!
Today, "Luallabye (Good Night, My Angel)" is finding a sweet spot with me. Not a song that I even recall hearing before. Perhaps it's because of the realization that I'll be cradling that next little guy soon. But, it's like a fine oaky wine. Smooth, refined, and relaxing. "And So It Goes" is another good song.
Joel just checked out of rehab for something like the 3rd time. And, guess what? He's supposed to be putting out a new box set of greatest hits and previously unreleased music this fall.
What are your favorite artist's songs that are great hits but may not be the most popular?
Friday, July 15, 2005
Thursday, July 14, 2005
A shout out to all who helped make our move a great success (I still owe Paul and Dave a round of golf). Extra kudos go to Lou. He recognized how tired and worn I was from moving (and forgetting my golf shoes), and he let me put a serious golf pounding on him. Myron was not nearly so generous.
We are venturing back to the 'Burg next week to take care of a few things. But I should have some blog time coming.
We will be at the Lou Fest '05. I think my bro' and his wife will be with us. I'm hoping he'll play some tunes too. I think we'd all like to hear the song he posted plus a little 'Big Iron' with the Marty Robbins lyrics.
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
Friday night was a trip down memory lane. And, it was a long road back in time to 1984. 21 years ago. The songs were so familiar and the words came right back. But, who played which roles in the cast? Just when I thought I had it figured out in my mind, a little confusion would set in and the pictures would get fuzzy. We're talking Annie Get Your Gun. Friday night's version was orchestra seats at The Muny in Forest Park. An annual tradition where I attend a premier show each summer with my wife who has been in a rotation pool for these great orchestra seats since many years ago when she worked at the B.J.C. hospital in West County. This year Annie Get Your Gun was the show we got the tickets fer....um, for.
The two top headliners this year were Brian d'Arcy James & Liz Larsen as Frank Butler and Annie Oakley. I won't go into explaining the entire storyline, but for those of you who don't know the highlights, Frank is the "big swollen headed stiff" marksman in Col. Buffalo Bill's Wild West Show who loses a "shootin' match" by one point to Annie Oakley, an uneducated, backwoods, hillbilly sort and a woman to boot. Col Buffalo Bill and Charlie coax Annie into joining the show figuring a woman with such fine marksman ship will be a hit addtion to the show. Long story short, they were right. After ups and downs and world tours with the show, they find themselves broke and forced to merge with Pawnee Bill's Far East Show at a grand performance in Madison Square Gardens which is great because Frank and Annie can get back together again. (Frank had previously left The Wild West Show after being upstaged by Annie).
So, Friday night's musical was dynamic. The songs and acting as put on by the Broadway headliners was great. But, the real kicker was the throwback aspect and watching the musical and trying to remember who played what part. It went like this in my mind:
Annie Oakley--Oh that's easy. Jeanne Arrigo. She was great. No question. Jeanne was Annie. I could picture her singing "Anything You Can Do I Can Do Better" like yesterday.
Frank Butler--Frank Butler? Hmm, I remember that...Jimmy Hendricks was Frank. I think. Right? Yeah, we sang that song about "he went into the fight like a lion, but he came out like a lamb". I remember him singing that very clearly.
Wait a minute--Jeff Arrigo...who was he? Wasn't he Frank Butler? No, Jimmy was. Jeff must have been Pawnee Bill. Who was Dolly Tate? Oh, I don't know. I'll have to check the yearbook out. So that's what I did. Checked the yearbook. Guess what? My memory was foggy not only because I've lost so many braincells, but also because there were TWO casts. Different people played the same character on different nights. So your own Jaga Piru WAS Frank Butler, but so was Jimmy...one Friday night and one Sat night. And, Jeanne made Robin Borron very forgettable as Annie. Sorry Robin if you're lurking out there somewhere. Surprisingly Karl Dooley was Pawnee Bill which I'd NEVER have remembered. Not sure if there was a different Pawnee on different nights. And Milton Schaper was Charlie. MD's older brother Harry played Sitting Bull. The yearbook provides evidence that Kelly Hendricks played Dolly Tate in little hottie fashion. Yours truly, Howdy, played a two-bit freshman part as a train porter which is why I probably remember the song "Moonshine Lullaby" so well. I still really like that song in particular. If Seamhead gets his pc online again or if Jaga Piru recalls, they may also tell you a side story about the secondary part I played as an Indian. Seamhead was an Indian too as I recall as was Senior Leslie Ellison. There's a loincloth involved. That's all I'll reveal......this time. Enough was almost revealed as the curtain was drawn open 21 years ago.
Monday, July 11, 2005
I must say I was becoming quite skeptical with these migraines and thought perhaps they were a way of drawing attention or an excuse for a little rest. But, she did have some prescription drug, Imitrex, she would get from her doctor for when these occurred which made them more believable but, again, I was still somewhat skeptical. Not just of my wife, but of the medical industry which provided this drug which worked for some people but not all. And, the medical field does not know the cause of migraines. Different foods, hormone changes, and other unknown causes could trigger them in different people at different times. Sounded like a placebo pill for the unknown to me.
So, one night my wife starts talking about how her head hurts and so on. She starts to cry, but it was like fake crying (I'm sure she would contest that). Then she starts "acting" like she is getting sick...trying to vomit, making a lot of noise, nothing coming out but more noise and sobbing. Anyway this goes on for a while and I'm getting annoyed. Then she turns and says, "I need to go to the hospital." "What?!?", I say. "I need to get a shot." she comes back with.
So, there we are in the car at late hours of the morning, her crying from the misery and me feeling like a real jerk for being so skeptical, heading to the hospital where she knows the doctor who is on call. Sure enough, she gets a shot in the ass. Now my thought on that is NO ONE gets a shot in the ass for anything if they really aren't sick. So, after feeling like a heel on the way to the hospital and hit with the reality that these were real enough for her to get a shot, I came to the finite conclusion that even though I don't understand what a migraine must be, they are definitely real to the person experiencing them. And, it was a learning experience for me not to be such a jerk and to try to show some compassion for things I may not understand. I'm still working on that in regards to other things in life too by the way.
So with all of this said, my wife started trying over the counter Excedrin Migraine and found out it works better for her than Imitrex or other prescriptions short of the shot the hiney which we have never had to do since that one time. So one day, I have a bad "regular" headache and Excedrin Migraine is the only pain killer we have in the house. No Tylenol around, so I pop two of the Excedrins. Wow! Those suckers worked!! Since then, I have found that these things are great remedies for other head throbbing contributors too.....like.....Hangovers.....or lack of sleep headaches....muscle pains...and just about everything. The secret is they are loaded with caffiene, acetaminophen, and aspirin so you are getting a super caffiene kick (about a cup of coffee in each pill) and a load of pain killer (500 mg per pill). Throw in cup of coffee and you're running smooth. Of course, I never take more than two of these caplets at once and you should always consult your doctor before taking anything.
Oddly, in the times my wife has been pregnant, she has never complained of migraines which makes me think hers are possibly hormonal...but I won't speculate, only try to be compassionate and reassuring for that which I don't understand. And, I'll try to be open-minded. Afterall, I've found a solution that works for me in certain instances too. If you'd like to learn more about Migraines click here http://www.excedrin.com/2_managing_migraines/2-0_managing.html.
This commercial brought to you by Bristol-Meyers manufacturer of Execdrin Migraine and Howdy who stayed up too late last night and needed a "shot in the ass" to get moving today.
Thursday, July 07, 2005
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
I'll let you know how it turns out.
Friday, July 01, 2005
My good buddy Mark, whom some of you met as long as 17 +/- years ago, is a pretty good tennis player. Played in HS and College. He has recently gotten back into pretty good shape and was on the lookout for a good tennis partner. I wrote to Boz (I didn't even know he was a tennis player until I read it in a comment to Howdy a month or so ago), and he and mark have had some good matches since. Apparently they are a pretty good match-up, which, as you might guess, is pretty important in tennis or in any other 2-person game. Probably gets a bit boring if one person is way more advanced than the other.
So, the blog's influence is spreading. Even those who don't really know that "Musings" exists are benefiting. Kudos to the Seamhead.
Anyway, I was thinking about the times Mark has had a chance to hang with Troy Boys for the first time. I recall one incident in particular when Rog was living with Lou (I think) and several other people in the 'Burg - about 17 years ago. I road tripped with Mark and our other buddy Eddie Burket. Now, Eddie was about 5'5", nothing but bone, sinew, and muscle - a fantastic soccer player. But Eddie liked to fight. Preferably after drinking...and against someone 5 to 10" taller, and 50-100 pounds heavier, than him. So, it was with a slow, explicite, pointed speech pattern that I said, "Eddie, you can come and party with us, BUT, YOU...CAN'T...BEAT...UP...ANY...OF...MY...HIGH...SCHOOL...
Well, Eddie made promises, and, to his credit, he kept them - mostly. Do you remember this, Howdy? I'm pretty sure you were there. I know Rog and Lou were there. I was mostly hanging out with Roger, Cindy, and Mark. As I recall, Cindy and I were working on a magic act where I would light wooden stick matches off of her teeth and then use them to light cigarettes, but that's a different story!
I should have been keeping an eye on Eddie. He was in playing some dumb-ass drinking game about being a Cardinal Puff (?) ... I never got to the bottom of that idiotic excuse to abuse one's liver. Sure enough, Eddie got Bob Connell spitting mad, and was just laughing in his face. I guess ol' Bob wasn't living up to the Cardinal Puff creed or something. Man, was Bob hot! When I came on the scene and interviened, I could tell Eddie was just begging Bob to take a swing - Just begging him (not in so many words, of course). While I was busy trying to get in the middle of that one, another contingent of semi-drunkards were busy dissassebleing Bob's car so that he could not drive away. Bob was really thrown - like: stumble, mumble, legs-giving-out-drunk. And mad? OOOOOOOHHHHHH. I dont' even think I would have let Eddie, a fight-club pro, into the ring with Bob when he found out his car had been disabled. We really did him a favor, I promise. I can't remember where he stormed off to, or if he even lived in Warrensburg, but I know he stormed off and didn't come back all night.
To end the fun weekend, Mark had locked his keys in the car in Roger's driveway, and we had to flag down a policeman. As he was using his slimjim to open the car, we noticed our stash on the dashboard...I'm sure the cop saw it too and probably just thought, "I don't need this kind of paperwork on a Sunday morning."
I don't know how we all survived our late teens/early 20's.