The Official Version of the Truth: August 20, 2005
So, I was on the horn with one C.O.T. Agent #027, Joey Nova, and he done told me that Wayne Hancock was a-playin' down in Petaluma. I was very keen to see Mr. Wayne Hancock as my homie back in Murray, Kentucky, Mr. Dan Dietrich, done hipped me to his music. AND, I desperately needed (I thought) to get out of frickin' Sis-ki-you and go honky tonkin'. I just loaded up an 18 pack of Miller Lite and a flask of Old Whiskey River bourbon and drove on down to meet C.O.T. Agent #027, Joey Nova, and our friend and accomplice Big John.
When I finally done got there after getting stuck in two frickin' traffic jams (!), there was no time to exchange how-do-you-do's (and other such pleasantries), it was almost showtime. Thus, the three of us slammed a few Miller Lites and finished off a flask-full of Old Whiskey River and took straight off to see Wayne Hancock. C.O.T. Agent, #027, Joey Nova, (upon entering Petaluma) asked if we shouldn't get a little something to eat before we tore into our livers. Thus, we were faced with a choice: Eat and go see Wayne Hancock or go to The Central Club and have a few drinks and go see Wayne Hancock. We done chose the latter.
Let me make a long story as short as possible about the Wayne Hancock show:
1. We show up and I am shocked and appalled to see a bunch of recovering Swing kids dressed up like Rockabilly/Psychobilly/Honky Punk kids (or young adults). I call bullshit on this!
2. But I also see the jovial and cool Little Dave (so I'm not too pissed).
3. I turn my back on the Swing Kids (oh, I mean Rockabilly set) and dance to Wayne Hancock and scream "Whoooo".
4. Then Wayne Hancock plays a Johnny Cash number and someone who is not me starts a slam pit with C.O.T. Agent #027, Joey Nova, and Big John and Little Dave. This, of course, offends the stupid Swing (I mean, masquerading Rockabilly, kids).
5. Then I get angry because Wayne Hancock will not dedicate a song to Kentucky and because I can't take any more of the POSERBILLY kids and the show ends.
6. Then we go to The Central Club.
7. And drink a lot.
8. And I see C.O.T. Agent #020, Ellis Dhee, and we converse throughout the evening and I find out that he is a-fixin' to attend Ohio State for Cartography. And I am happy and impressed with this news.
9. Then...C.O.T. Agent #027, Joey Nova, Big John and myself go home because the people at The Central Club are getting much too much too rowdy and are offending our sensibilities.
10. Before retiring, C.O.T. Agent #027, Joey Nova, and myself enjoy a snifter of brandy and discuss Proust and things past.
And that is (almost) exactly what happened.
As Ever, your MK Ultra, FELIX

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Anonymous said...
Another sensible evening for joey nova and Felix.  

Loryn said...
You know, it is really too bad you are all the way on the other side of the world. Because if you weren't, it would be great to get together, have a snifter of brandy and discuss Proust. Or just drink a lot of beer and run around shouting "Whooo" a lot.

If you ever do get back this way- I'm down for either.

:)  

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