pink boot right up the…ahem.
Thursday 28 September 2006 | I like a cookie
Where you be 15 October 2006? Whatchoo mean you don’t know? You be at Club Alegría and you be grooving and jiving to the funky beats of many outraged local musicians, that where you be, you! Cough.
Matt and Nina, who’ve oft played with the Brujo and vice versa under different auspices and in different permutations, had, this February, a small sewer problem. Several hundreds of thousands of dollars of sewer problem in fact, and Pinkbootathon is a benefit to help restore their home, financial sanity and (remarkably not too sidetracked) musical careers.
The B. that evening will contribute his visions/versions/varyings of Mr. Dewey Davis, aka the Electric Miles Project, and thus the Un will be there too, hoping that this time she doesn’t be so unnerved by the proximacy of the Librarians’ teenaged son that she drops her irreplaceable $300 came-free-with-contract camera-cellphone into a red plastic cup of someone else’s beer. Peering over dismayed to see an eerie blue light glowing waveringly upward through that innocent beverage. The phone turned out to be replaceable after all, but the lost video footage of the Brujo leaping up and down like unto the proverbial madman, “conducting”? Priceless.
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