5.14.2009

Rusty Beach Shack Blues


Barbara,

We need to get away. Let's take a trip today. We can find a place far far away - a place we can just set up and play, every day, every single day.

We don't need much, no no. We only need to go go. Once we do, you'll know, why oh why.

So please say that you'll come with me. Please say you'll bring your trumpet case key. Please don't wait for anything. Just leave your stressful things.

The sun the beach the sand the guitar, the beer the song the way we are.

It's all we need.
Nothing else.
Just click that mouse.
We'll do the rest.
Say you're down.
And get a move on.
We'll all be here.
Gettin' our groove on.
Ten of us,
in that tiny tiny room!

Yours Deep in Love,
Henry

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4 Comments:

Blogger josh said...

Yes

5/14/09 4:45 AM  
Blogger sidharth said...

Yes. Oh dear gods yes.
Need more inspiration?

5/14/09 6:04 AM  
Blogger WILLYTHEKID said...

jes...jes ooooohhhh lordie jes. ahhhhhhhhhhhhahahahahahahahahaha!
yes. fucking.... yes.

5/14/09 3:38 PM  
Blogger sidharth said...

Okay, this is probably the crew that's making the trip. Only we've got the balls.

The next phases are (1) nailing down a time-frame, (2) agreeing on a region, then (3) finding a venue, and of course, (4) not flaking 2 days before the trip.

Let's begin.

As an arbitrary first suggestion, I say December 2009. This seems like a 4-day trip.

What say ye, Round Table Pizza?
(Incidentally, I could kill for a medium supreme with extra sauce. Ship it here!!!!!)

5/31/09 7:25 AM  

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