In Which I Reflect On The Best Gig Ever

Untold volumes of Guinness went down well,

Untold gyrations on my part took place

At my best bud's live gig. I cannot tell

How long 'twill be before my smiling face

Will unfreeze from its happy rictus, or

When my poor throat will heal from screaming, "Hey!

I want to hear Hangover Head." What's more

I danced hard, did shots, wrote a song. I'd say

Last night was a resounding success. Zound,

You Bhtches! Try to top that, if you can!

You all were spot on in your parts and sound --

Oh, sound! There's nothing like a ten-year span

For mastering your instruments and rigs.

Here's hoping 'twas the first of many gigs.

BONUS SONNET: With Buzz And Gravy Of A Friday Evening

It's evening at the Casa del Blow. I

Watch Old Man Buzz, the Blowman's Therabee

Go round and round and laugh. The hours fly

As Mrs. Blow, the Gravybhtch, joins me

In drooling o'er a stove, shiny and new

Which came today (yes, we've got oven porn).

I laugh at Buzz's toy, yet wonder -- ooh!

Next month, when I embark, as I have sworn

To write my NaNoWriMo, using that

Beloved white Olympia portable

Typewriter you see pictured up there at

The top of this page, might my hands cramp up?

Some exercise for them might help ramp up.

In Which The Gig Is Tonight! Tonight! Tonight!

Tonight's the night I've waited for so long,

Bhtch Comes Alive tonight at the Morseland!

And while I don't think I will hear a song

I wrote for them, I know that this here band

Will rock the socks right off my dancing feet

(Though that's not hard; I do eschew those things)

And make me laugh like new again. Too sweet

'Twill be to hear again how Brickyard sings,

The Blowman on guitar, Hairbo on bass,

Our Chickenshake on chickenshake, and, too,

The Killer Queen on drums and then - my face! -

Toupacque Bougeur as well. It has been too,

Yes far too long since such has been my chance.

All hail for me this happy circumstance!

In Which I Start Seriously Anticipating A Live Gig

I must admit, I've truly got an itch
Today to see live music, but I've got
A month yet ere I go to see some Bhtch,
My buddy's band. Just recently I've caught
This urge in earnest; it's consuming me.
I've been a friend and fan so very long!
I'm like the Conchords' Mel, as you will see
If you're around, especially if one song
I wrote for them gets played: The Donut Ranch,
Or one I will not name here: too obscene
(But you can go and listen; just don't blanch
At the portmanteau cursing); here I'm clean,
As is my podcast. O, October 9
At Morseland! I've got chills all up my spine!