![]() Happy Wednesday…I guess. Me personally, I’m head-down and covered ready to take incoming fire. Have you seen what’s going on out there? And, people wonder why I: 1) drink; and, 2) live out in the middle of nowhere. So, in the past 24 hours we’ve learned that The Trump fired James Comey. Not necessarily a bad thing, though the overnights have it that there may be a lot more to the story. Great. The EPA released a report about the state of drinking water in America. Hint: it ain’t so good. Plus, this county is on the hit list. It doesn’t say whether the issue is public water works or private wells. No mention as to whether it’s crumbling infrastructure (probably is). The Compound is located on the county line. The next county over is clear. Guess I’ll have to be more careful about which direction I’m facing when I drink a glass of water. Eh, well…this is likely the last time we’ll hear about it since The Trump is shutting down the EPA. Phew…dodged that bullet. My pals at ODOT have announced that they may have to mothball ongoing road projects in the state because of budget cuts. I guess the Fargo Freeway will never be finished. And, then I read about some guy in Florida who was arrested for “strangling” his wife. According to him, she choked to death while performing a consensual sex act. Apparently, the guy has a schlong the size of my thigh. Now, as part of his defense, he wants to show the judge and jury his…ummmm…anatomy. Maybe, just maybe, he could have pulled this off, except for one thing. He left her dead body on the bed for like a day or more before calling the cops. All of these items taken individually point to nothing, really. Just another day at the races. But taken on the whole…it’s a sign of the apocalypse, I’m telling you! We’re all doomed! You’ll see! But Cousin Fred and I can’t be bothered with any of that nonsense. Oh no, ho ho, we have plenty of nonsense of our own to deal with. We, at CCB, made the big announcement last week that we’ll be hosting a music festival here at The Compound that will follow the Insane Clown Posse’s Gathering of Juggalos Music Festival in OKC this summer. I put Cousin Fred in charge of naming our festival coming on the heels of ICP’s. Cousin Fred has not let me down (for once). He wants to call our festival, A Clustering of Gigolos. Now that’s genius, I’m telling you! Over the weekend, we decided on the musical genre that will pervade our festival. Given that ICP is considered a hip hop act and we’re trying to attract their adherents to our own festival, I think we’ll combine that with the thrash metal jam stylings we had planned for our festival a few years ago. Perhaps call it, metallic hop (hey, I’m working on it). I’ve already lined up some bands to play. Most were scheduled for the original festival and include: Department of Municipal Waste; Legion of the Rammed; Morbidly Obtuse; Bodily Fluids; Social Disease; and Texas Grapefruit Lies. That’s it so far. More will follow, I’m sure. Oh, and of course, there’s the all-time local fav, Wiley Piemore and the Prairie Dawgs. Wiley is taking the whole “hop” thing seriously. He’s reportedly been practicing jumping from the top of this Marshal Stack amp. By the way, if you’re a pioneer of metallic hop and want your band on the bill, let us know. We’ll likely let you in. Cousin Fred wants to hire a consultant to help us with the festival. It’s some guy from OKC who specializes in consulting on summer festivals. What the hell…I don’t want to waste my entire summer planning for something that will likely crash down like those 50-foot speaker towers in a severe storm (coming this afternoon) anyway. Sure, let’s hire a consultant. That is all! (Ain’t that enough?) Comments are closed.
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