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Summer's here and the time is right...to go see a show...

Started by JRL, July 01, 2005, 07:14:46 PM

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JRL

#120
Way out of my league. I paid $225 for my Yamaha cause I had an inside track on the closeout list. That and my former connection at GK is as close I have gotten to an endorsment deal. Maybe someday............
a group of us, on peyote, had little to share with a group on marijuana

the marijuana smokers were discussing questions of the utmost profundity and we were sticking our fingers in our navels & giggling
                 Jack Green

laughingwillow

#121
Jim White, tonight in KC MO. Steeldrivers open.

Can't wait.

lw
Lost my boots in transit, babe,
smokin\' pile of leather.
Nailed a retread to my feet
and prayed for better weather...

JRL

#122
lw, enjoy the show!!
a group of us, on peyote, had little to share with a group on marijuana

the marijuana smokers were discussing questions of the utmost profundity and we were sticking our fingers in our navels & giggling
                 Jack Green

laughingwillow

#123
The show was OK. Jim White was the opener and we only got five or six songs from him. On the other hand, his stories this time out were stellar.

He told the (true) tale of getting saved in a little church in Pensacola FL that began to grow exponentially. Folks were lining up under the hot Florida sun for hours just for the chance to participate in the services. Thousands speaking in tongues, etc. Then one day a jesus impersonator showed up complete with crown of thorns, real blood and a large cross that he drug where ever he went. Jim said the sound of the guy dragging the wooden cross along was usually evident long before he came into view. Then one day another jesus impersonator showed up, thorns, cross and all. But this one had wheels on the bottom of the cross, allowing for easier movement. Eventually a church schism erupted, with half taking the side of the jesus dragging the cross and the others following the guy with wheels. Then one day another jesus showed up driving a motor home with a cross mounted on top. JW said that it was while following that jesus  in his motor home as the guys crept through town that an idea for a song came to him. "If jesus Drove a Motor Home," was the result.

If Jesus drove a motor home, I wonder would he drive pedal to the metal, or real slow? Checking out the stereo. Cassette playing Bob Dylan, motivation tapes. Tricked up Winnebago, with the tie-dye drapes.

If Jesus drove a motor home...

If Jesus drove a motor home, and he come to your town, would you try to talk to him? Would you follow him around? Honking horns at the drive thru. Double-parking at the mall. Midnight at the Waffle House - Jesus eating eggs with ya'll.

If Jesus drove a motor home...

Buddha on a motorcycle, Mohammed in a train. Here come Jesus in the passing lane... but everybody smile, 'cause everybody's grooving. Ain't nothing like the feeling of moving with a bona fide motorized savior.

Now if we all drove motor homes, well maybe in the end, with no country to die for, we could just be friends. One world as our highway. Ain't
no yours or my way. We'd be cool wherever we roam - if Jesus drove a motor home.

LOL The wife also earned a new nickname this time out. I'm calling her Lori Yakitori, for her propensity to get sick after drinking even a few beers/mixed drinks. As I seldom drink, she seldom gets sick. But when we hang with heavy drinkers or she goes out with the girls, vomiting usually ensues. Saturday night brought the same. Sitting in a sushi bar sunday for lunch I came up with the moniker and think it might stick. At least the nights we go out partying. hahaha

lw
Lost my boots in transit, babe,
smokin\' pile of leather.
Nailed a retread to my feet
and prayed for better weather...

JRL

a group of us, on peyote, had little to share with a group on marijuana

the marijuana smokers were discussing questions of the utmost profundity and we were sticking our fingers in our navels & giggling
                 Jack Green