This week we have returning that Tootin’ Torquemada of the Tenor, Mr. Andrew Clark. A.C., as he is often referred to, has just returned from a whirlwind tour of the Caucasus, sailing back by way of Varna with several huge boxes of his native soil aboard, finally settling down at his Carfax® Abbey in Haverhill, Ma. The entire crew disappeared en route. The police may come.
But, seriously, folks, A.C. is a master of musical chicanery, often twisting tuneful chestnuts into pretzels for your musical deportation. Quite a brain there, and always a surprise lurking in the corner pocket. He’ll be backed up by that jackhammer of a drummer, Mr. Roger Brocklebank, teacher and effusive retainer of lyrics to songs you never thought you’d ever have to play. Even for money. Billy Loosigian, wearing chaps and spurs, will be twirling his guitar-like lasso hoping for top prize, and spitting thru his two front teeth. Lessons available. I’ll be off to the side, playing Renfield and nibbling the wings off eighth notes and begging for mercy. It’s still 8 to 11, with time off for good behavior.
Also, for you of the underemployed persuasion, The good Old Salty Jazz Band is at bat next Monday from 1 to 3.at the Rose Baker Senior Center next to Drunken Donuts downtown. Come on down and enjoy a bowl of Jello with the smart sounds of the Roaring Twenties. EMTs on duty. Don’t laugh: you’re closer than you think.
And as usual , Thank you all for your continued support. Just looked at my cobwebbed storage shelf, and it’s my eighth year at the Rhumb Line! I’ve been up all night and I’ve got proof! Where did the time (and my mind) go? What am I talking about?
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Gloucester, MA 01930