Pace on Earth

Give Up The Funk (Tear The Roof Off The Sucker)

Winter hit the Beach with a vengeance this past week. We had one of those bone-chilling -30 deep freezes that makes your hair freeze walking from the parking lot to your office door in the morning. It is my experience that the best way to assure that this wicked winter weather doesn't get you in a funk is to get together with a large group of people and watch some live music. In essence, to f*ck the funk it is best to funk the funk. So I did.

Thursday night I went to the Cellar to watch Will and the Tallest Band on Earth open for God Made Me Funky. Due to a slight miscommunication, and my penchant for being (un)fashionably late, I missed all but the last few chords of Will's performance. What I heard was good but was far too limited to provide an accurate review. So we rely on the reviews of others. They were universally good. I ran into a couple of friends and asked them how the opener was and they said great. When I told them it was my brother playing bass the were surprised because they didn't figure the band was local. My guess is that it should lead to more shows; I'll make the next one Will, I swear. I did try to make it up to him by buying him a couple of beer while watching the headliner. They were as good as I recalled them from the Blues Festival. They're a full on party band. It was Thursday though so I didn't really have a party in me. So on Friday Normy, Wheat and I made a trip to visit Craiger and have some fun with these guys. It was a great show and a great time...Surf City rarely disappoints.

We got out of SJ around noon and stopped at Georgette's Diner in Welsford. I mention this only because I recommend a visit there. Try the Maurice burger. We got home at mid-afternoon and I hit the couch for a couple hours of real sleep to gear up for the end of my musical weekend.The Downtown Blues Band was playing a fundraiser for the Canadian Mental Health Assn. and there is nothing I like more then partying for charity - it's guilt free pleasure. Besides I always love to see the Blues Band; to me they will never be quite the band they were with Diane but they still make for a great party and I love the fact that her boa remains a fixture on their stage. They had their own variation on f*ck the funk; they called this Beat the Blues.

Whatever you want to call it, it works. I felt no guilt this morning. I feel a little guilty now because I have spent most of the day on the couch but man, check the temperature, it's cold out there!

Pace out.

posted by Vitamin S @ 3:48 p.m.