Greetings
from Tooting, London. That's right Yanks, I am across the pond right
now putting some finishing touches on Phil Collins' new studio album
(hey, it pays the bills, mate), but I will be back stateside this
weekend, attempting to readjust my clock before Red
Menace storms the Downtime stage this Thursday.
As the
poster below explains, we will be prancing about the stage at 251
west 30th Street like seven little Mick Jaggers. Get there by 9:30
to ensure prime floor seats.
For those
of you with night jobs, tell your bosses to bugger off, call him a
wanker, tell him he's a daft tosser, or any other Brittish cliche,
and get on down there.
(accomplished
studio musician with over 60 album sessions under his belt, and hired
gun guitarist for the American sensation Red Menace.)
Here we
are again. The autumn. The delightful shouts of children skipping
back to school. The slow change in Nature's palette. The shorter days
and longer nights.
The Mafia
seem to have found themselves a nice little R(o)UT(ine) here. The
ED boys are doing their television-related duties (except Sperm, who
has time to count trades and free agent pick-ups). Gimp is on tour.
Frants is at work. Duck is sleeping. Irish
does his show twice a week. 2-Shoes and Bobo are still MIA
[ 'For the record, I've gotten sloshed w/ Goldie and/or Bobo
for the past two weekends..' --Kluv ].
Fantasy Football has virtually cemented our Sunday plans through late
December. The West Coast Mafia is, as I type this, awaiting the news
of their film's fate. Will they join us in DC, whenever the hell nationals
happen? (They damn well better) Gimp's Suessical experience has been
the bee's knees thus far, thanks to a certain Olympian's "accidental"
soreness.
The point
here is this: Have we lost our vim and vigor, that lust for life that
the Mafia was so known for less than a year ago? Remember the Ithaca
trip? Remember? And Boston? And ice skating in Central Park? Hurricane
Harbor? I need to get out of this
rut, people. I need to experience life, not watch it go by me through
horrid casting tapes for the latest Heineken spots. PLEASE DEAR GOD
HELP ME GET OUT OF THIS PLACE! WE NEED TO BE SPONTANEOUS! WE NEED
TO LOVE AGAIN!
And so
this concludes the update for (most likely) all of autumn. When I
see those leaves fall to the ground, I think of the cold winter ahead...
... and
the metaphorical death of action.
(You
heard him kids. Frants is losing it. Lets see if he can at least make
it until Grand Theft Auto: Vice City comes out...then we can leave
him in front of the TV for a few months... But to keep Frants sane,
I've put up another page of DARTH
OKAY OKAY emails! Back for a FIFTH round of non-sequitors and
chiding of China, Okay Okay has truly proven himself to be--the man.
Also, be sure to check out the new Mystery Link for the sweet new
Mini USA mystery game website. Zooom! -- KLUV.)
FREE
FALLIN'
Are there
any events going on? Why surely there are. For one, there is Football.
For two, there are surely plays and other such theatrical events. Lo,
there may even be things such as concerts, or festivals! So--onward
to the events, and support, support, blah blah blah supportcakes. EVENTS
HO!
Keep an
eye on the Events
section. You'll find out where all sorts of cool parties,
shows, and trips to Hurricane Harbor are happening.
