Ok that’s not
really the title of this blog entry unless it’s meant sarcastically. Let’s call
this post, Not So Great Moments In Astro Al History. I like capitalizing all
the first letters. Makes them all feel equal.
A few years back
Astro Al played the opening set for a psychedelic mini-festival at the Armory
in Somerville. There was a rapturous belly dance by the spellbinding Samarra,
spacey projections (the Astro Al projections were made just for this show),
some cross jamming by the artists, and good tunes by all involved. Tim World
rocked their set. Joe Turner and the Seven Levels did a solid groove of a show.
Well, after the
Astro Al set was done, between acts your moronic narrator, decided to pack up
some gear which we had previously heaped into a pile off to the side of the
stage since we were in a hurry to let Tim World get on stage so they could take
the music to the goat spirits in the crowd.
As I was removing
the cable for my electric ukulele things turned sinister. The last song of our
set was Swamphead Blues. If you’re unfamiliar with that song watch this here
video.
Now that you know
the tune perhaps you could understand the ukulele's frame of mind. My own
instrument hated me for playing a garage rock punk three-chord barrage on it.
So as I pulled on
the cable the ukulele vented its anger upon me by twisting in my hands and
bashing me in the face. It was rather painful and unpleasant. I challenged my ukulele
to a duel. We fought the next afternoon. The results were inconclusive.
Or maybe I just
slipped and the ukulele bashed me in the skull and the rest of it was the
scattered paranoia caused by a concussion.
Maybe
I’m not even writing this and you’re not even reading this.
Who
knows? I sure don’t.
Yours in historical friction,
Count Robot
