That’s right, I’m going to go see The Gourds on June 2. What’s odd is that I have never even heard any of their stuff except the widely circulated Gin & Juice cover. Oy! Of course, not only was I called out by TFG, I was told to go by reknown music critic Jack Sparks. Oh man! Then
What’s a guy to do? You go buy a $5 ticket to a concert. Hell, it’s only $5. I’ll spend more for lunch that day and throw that much away chasing a ten high flush to the river that night. I may as well go and hear some good music. If I’m lucky I’ll meet Sparks and we can plan our getaway to Scott’s shindig in August.
Scott has already turned me onto the Old 97’s (who will be in Austin, TX on July 23!), who now rank as some of my favorite music, as well as Hank III, who has some pretty damn good songs too. If Scott and Henry give the Gourds the thumbs up, how can I resist.
What does this teach you? If you bug me enough in public to do something, I will probably end up doing it. Astute readers such as
Just so you see how excited people are about the Gourds, here’s Jack Spark’s take on going to see the Gourds:
drop your cocks and pull up your socks…Wednesday, June 2nd…First Avenue…Mainroom…The Fucking Gourds, from Austin, Fucking, Texas…indeed, the honkies will be tonkin’ that night…men will leave home, tense and angry, and the knots in their trapezia will magically leave them as they sway to the strange, weird, and often creepy lyrics of the last hillbilly band on earth…the BEST band on earth…it’s pretty hard for me to be objective about The Gourds…but, you need to know that Wednesday, June 2nd, will be an absolute waste of fucking time in your life if you don’t go to First Avenue to watch this show…it’ll be like getting your ass kicked by a cow…
Hell ya! I can’t wait! I’m now on a quest to see if any local stores have any Gourds music so that I can listen to them a bit before I show up. I’ll be a hayseed yet!
Whodathunk a dang Minnesota squarehead would see the Gourds live before I did?
You, sir, are gonna absolutely love it. I envy you. Go in a good frame of mind, like about two-thirds drunk. Stop in at the Loon and knock back about three or ten Shiners before you head over…that’ll help. Tell that barmaid with the big boobies that I still love her, too, and that I haven’t forgotten here, and that I’ll be back soon.
Hell, Minnesota’s 85% hayseed sodbusters…yall just talk funny, but you’re brethren.
Nice pic by the way….