November Grapes

May it please the Barb Council,

On November 14, 2009, Joseph Foti, Isabel Munilla, and Sidharth Uberoi entered a room in the house at 201 Morgan Street, Washington, DC 20002. The room held three synthesizers, a drum machine and a now infamous bowl of grapes.

Two hours later, they walked out of the room having achieved the near impossible. From one of many articles on the subject,

"...[such] events have so low a probability of occurrence that it is necessary to use a high flux nuclear reactor to study it."

Messrs. Foti and Uberoi continue to experience a wide range of symptoms associated with exposure to such an event. Ms. Munilla has, thus far, shown no such after-effects.

In the week following the meeting, Mr. Foti worked tirelessly into the mornings of several weekdays to mold the raw material into foot-tapping, and sometimes educational, booty-shaking songs. You will recognize it as a truly Barbarian experience, 3,000 miles due east.

You, among the Council, are lucky enough to hear the product of this meeting, in the Music section of the website herein.

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

How bout some fresh hambone?

With a swirling wind, I tornado back into town with this question. And yet, even though I have just set down, I have plans to alight once more in less than a fortnight. "What brings you back, Sid?"

My answer is simple and elegant, pulsating with the wisdom of ages:

"Hambone once. Hambone twice."

Who will join this Fellowship of the Ham con Queso?

Loop it. (you should really click here)