That your neighbors, family and people you’ve known all your life have been body snatched?
Whad’ya Know Feels You! We may not have the cure but have we got a treatment for you!
Robbie Fulks, today, Saturday, Dec 3, at the High Noon (at high noon) on Whad’ya Know!
Listen to the song of our times “America is a Hard Religion:”
It’s still early–you can make it to the High Noon, 701 E Washington, Madison, all the way from Tomah if you can get grandma to babysit! If you’re in the tri-county area just throw ’em all (including grandma) in the car!
Come become Whad’ya Know, with John, Jeff, Stephanie, me Michael, and, our special guest, Robbie Fulks!
Did I mention that Bloodshot recording artist Robbie Fulks, who will be on Whad’ya Know @ High Noon this Saturday, December 3, is eclectic? He even went through a Michael Jackson phase, as evidenced by this kickass Billy Jean (from the Bloodshot album Happy) Robbie did on WYK 1:
All right, here’s why, if you need a reason to see Robbie Fulks on Whad’ya Know at the High Noon on Saturday, December 3, I don’t mean the above picture, yes the rugged good looks make for a surprisingly handsome man, I mean the song America is a Difficult Religion from Robbie’s new one on Bloodshot Records, Upland Stories:
Now don’t you feel a little silly you haven’t got your ticket yet for Robbie Fulks on Whad’ya Know @ High Noon at http: //www.high-noon.com/upcoming/ ?
You can come to the door as well–it’s located at the tops of the steps at 701 E Washington Ave, Madison.
Not just the voice, not just the songs, not just what he does to that guitar, not just the height of the man–
A little Thanksgiving Prayer for any of you wondering about the little hard things in the stuffing.
Both the audio and hard copy you want to read it without the mumbles at next year’s dinner.
Join us on Saturday, November 26 at the High Noon Saloon, 701 E Washington, if you’re anywhere contiguous to Madison, WI, for our Alt-Thanksgiving with the comical Andy Kindler, John & Jeff Jazz, Stephanie Lee & me. And the best Bloody Mary’s anywhere. You’ll be doubly thankful!
A Prayer of Thanksgiving
Go resignedly to the folks’ remembering it’s just for a few hours. Though you must make appearances at her side as well as your own, eat with as much relish as you can muster, for this, too, shall pass. Choose carefully your words, gingerly stepping around your cousin Leah’s latest fiasco with the Arthur Murray instructor, and ask not about Marlene.
Let on not that you have heard these stories before and utter them not aloud simultaneously nor anticipate the punch lines. Chew with vigor and bite thy tongue, for the bird hath been cooked since Tuesday, yet praise it tenderly for it never heard a compliment in life. Be sage about the dressing though you know not the origin of the little hard things; should you bite into a wedding band, return it with discretion. Though it resemble syrup, pour not the Manishewitz on the sherbet.
Avoid your Uncle Lou; he is vexatious to the spirit. Kick not your little brother under the table, but show the forbearance of the season and pound him later. Picture Naomi and the kids as alien life forms, and learn from them. Shout not at Gram, for she heareth what she chooseth. Though you take on much wine, sing not the Barber of Seville nor show undue attention to your niece, who has become quite the young lady. If belch though must, let it not herald the start of a contest. Mince no words over the pie which passeth all understanding.
Above all, say nothing on the ride home, even though the temptation to cite what might have happened but didn’t be great. For that give silent thanks, resolving to firm up those plans for Aruba over Christmas.
From the Whad’ya Know podcast #10: ‘Rome didn’t burn in a day,’ on iTunes, Stitcher & Google Play