Thursday – 9:00 to 12:00 ~ Dave Sags Blues Party with special guest Evan Goodrow
From Mr. Dave Sags himself,
Hubba, Hubba, girls, and those of the female persuasion: he’s back! He’s escaped the event horizon, eaten ten hits of oxymoron, strapped on his titanium codpiece, and he’s comin’ after you! I’m talking ’bout that pulse racing, rubber-hose wielding divo of rhythm and bliss, Mr. Evan Goodreau. Last seen in these parts a while ago, it’s taken months to wipe the smile offa evrybody’s face. Now, put it back on, cuz he’s comin’ to town and he wants YOU, the viewer to split your lip in heavenly ecstacizm and zizz to the loopy beet. Ask your doctor if HonkyJive® is right for you.
Meanwhile, Mr. Gym Gwin, Fred’s brother, will be playin’ the eggbeaters and stirrin’ soup behind him, tryin’ to figger out a way to take K. L. out, or at least expose him as a swish. We know it’s true. THIS IS A DANGEROUS BAND.
Of course Greg T. with his hat, and myself , on base, will attempt the impossible. Do czech it out.
Many busy executives ask me how I can go on and do this “creative” writing every week. I can’t really eggsplain it, but here’ what to do: Make yourself an Ice-cold martini (or three), sit down, and let ‘er rip! Usually works for most authors, so, give it a try. Nothin’ like black and white! Stay tuned!
Good Morning Gloucester 