Hi lil sister, Gianni, and Ex-Swags (rhymes with Ex-lax?)
Yes you can blog, and you just DID -- in your statement below, ironically saying that you CAN’T blog.
Kinda like that word trick when you say “I always tell lies”. So you always tell lies, then the statement “I always tell lies” would be included in your lies. But if “I always tell lies” is in itself a lie, then….well, you know what I mean. There was an episode of Star Trek in which Mr Spock disabled and fried a thinking-speaking robot guy just by telling him “I always tell lies”. The smoke was coming out of the robot’s ears, it was pretty cool.
I’m hoping that you folks managed to rendezvous with Bill and Bobbie. (Freudian slip -- I frequently type “Boobie” when attempting to type “Bobbie” -- but don’t tell her that)
Another Freudian slip -- Back at ASCAP, where people in my Dept were typing in song titles all day long, one day I accidentally typed in “My Favorite Thighs” instead of “My Favorite Things”. One person told me it simply had to do with the proximity of n, g, and h on the keyboard, that was just a typing error. I’ll neber knoe.
There’s a senior gentleman named Booker that plays at the Irish Coffee House on Wednesday nights, and Bill and Boobie, er Bobbie are quite close with him now. He’s retired from the school system after many decades teaching music. If I recall correctly, he does not sing, so perhaps there’s a void there that needs to be filled. On one occasion Jean Cooper was there along with Jack and Diane, and Booker provided much for them to chime in with.
As some of you may know, I have a namesake, a young guitarist/songwriter/comic named Stephen Lynch who has a large fan base. I first heard of him quite a few years ago, when people started showing me his name in the paper. I’m old enough to be the guy’s father, and I’m thinking one of these days I’ll play a practical joke and tell people I AM his father, and tell a bunch of ridiculous stories about how he was as a kid. This should eventually elicit an angry communication from the other Stephen Lynch, asking me to cease and desist from the bogus father thing. But it might be worth the laugh.
But recently, for the fun of it, I went to Google and typed in “SHIP NOTES Stephen Lynch” and was given a list of Stephen Lynch items to browse through. Most of them were the Other Guy and his Cds and hit songs and whatever, but there amongst it all was an item from THIS Stephen Lynch, with a link to the blog. Something fun about that.
Anybody with any suggestions about where I could gig back on Long Island (besides “Reflections”) I’m all ears. Be well gang, C U soon
