In my last blog entry, I spoke of possible tour mvps. One such candidate was that first meal of the day: breakfast. On many days I don’t eat breakfast, which is odd since it’s my favorite meal; in fact, I haven’t once eaten before noon since we finished our tour. Until this morning, that is. I woke up way too early today, after far less sleep than necessary. It wasn’t my intention to do so, but the moon, while beautiful, was just too doggone bright, dagnabit. Anyhow, breakfast ensued, and while nothing to write home about in and of itself, certainly got me thinking about Miss Fairchild’s favorite breakfast joints. We always do a top six around here, since that’s my particular number (do you remember that little tidbit about OLLSS’s tracklisting?)and well, I’m the one writing this blog, so I’ll certainly list six places. In fact, though, this is really a top five with one honorable mention. You’ll see why shortly.
August 2007
Miss Fairchild, the Boston-based Pop-Funk band, announce the release of their sophomore long-player Ooh La La, Sha Sha… on Tuesday, September 4, 2007. With a style that distills the best funk and pop music from the past thirty years into a fresh new sound, the album fuses the band’s flair for spectacle with a genuine knack for what works.
Okay people,
I know how much you’ve been anticipating this post so let’s get on with it. Thanks as always to everybody that made this recent strong possible. And on strongs-
We’ve decided that referring to our four and five day “weekends,” which might start on a Wednesday or end on a Tuesday, and during which we might work fifty or so hours, not as “weekends,” but as “strongs.” The work week will still be known as the week or if you prefer, the “weak.”
And now the shout-outs/crap outs:
Say turd: late flights and squeaky breaks. Sawy word: great nights and triple eight.
Say turd: back pain and crazy violence on the “worst day.” Say word: happy gains and kareoke on DW’s birthday.
Say turd: way to go leavin’ ‘fore you’re sure, see? Say word: Dilego, Ziman and Moorthy
Say turd: cops with lame excuses ruining the fun Say word: topping thangs off with fluting a bun
Say turd: Chills, shivers; we’re all sick some. Say word: Bill Withers and Al’s kickdrum
We love you all,
The Great Dunlap (emphasis on LAP), SamueL P. Nice (emphasis on MNO) and Daddy Wrall (emphasis on 2-5).
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