SNUGGIE!!!!!

 

oH mY gOOOoood gOD A'MIGHTY!!

 

Look what my friend, Tom Compton in the I.L.L. done sent me!
I LOVE it!!
Thanks bunches Tom, it will definately win PRESENT OF THE YEAR!!

Christmas card list

So here it is the 22nd of December already and once again I’ve made no effort to send out those little cards with the purty, snowy and/ or religious pictures on’m ,with my wishes for an awesome to the MAX Christmas inside. Honestly, I can’t remember the last time I’ve thought about them in time. It always seems to sneak up on me, and usually I get to see many of my close friends at my birthday party every Christmas anyway, so we exchange hugs and happy wishes then, but how about those folks outside of the 13th happiest state in the Union? I need to send love to them to right? OK, so let’s go, along with my local friends and fans (one in the same) I’d like to put an imaginary Christmas card in the mailboxes of those in other states and other countries. I love and miss you all. This includes first of all, them other Yayhoos boys, Roscoe, Dan and Keith. I look very much forward to rockin’ with y’all again in the coming year! The merriest of Christmas’ also goes out to my fellow Dinkies, Big Al Anderson, Jim Chapdelane and Michael Rhodes (when we gonna make that record?). I’d also like to send out love to the families of writers John Holcomb and Nick Cristiano, you guys have been great support and have kept me from giving up for years now. Look in your imaginary mailboxes too clubowners, especially Cindi at The Beachland (Cleveland) and Ron in Wapak, you guys have not only given us great gigs to play but have also become really good friends. Then I think about all of the other bands and artists we know or have played with and wanna send love to them, folks like Robbie Fulks, Peter Holsapple, Scott Miller, Andy York, Brad Rice, Chip Robinson, Colin and them boys in Watershed, Javy and the guys in Sugar Mountain (Spain), Phil Wolff and the gang from Mallorca, Scott (“Gold Coins!” ) Luallen and Nine Pound Hammer, The (very) Incredible Casuals, and whoever else I missed that knows I love them. We also received help this year from Temple Ray in Texas, the non-stop pot smoking lady who’s house we stayed at in Austin, DJ Mike Elliott, INVALUABLE engineering from Jonathan Lowery, stupid-awesome art direction from Paul Friedrich, videographer Steve Boyle, Mastering genius Brent Lambert, Frank and the gang at Burnside Distribution, Dave at Great Big Island, we love and appreciate you all so much! And then there’s the list of fans, whew boy! I KNOW I’m gonna forget about 50 or so of them and get them really mad at me but how about this, here’s a list of just a FEW of the fans we love, please don’t feel slighted if your name’s not on there. We still love you and yes, you get an imaginary card too, even though you’ve TEMPORARILY slipped my mind:
Linda and Dave in Columbus, Florence and Will in Cleveland, Samantha and Cousin Dave in Cleveland, Randy L. and his family in Ohio, Tom Compton in Ill., Ray in Delaware, The Trudes in Va., Ken McCarthy, Heidi and Ray Ray in Somers, Ct., Eric Hartline, David Huijzer, Gerben and Roland in The Netherlands, Michael McDonald in Victoria, Australia, Victor Rocha and Tim Watts in Cali, Peaches in NY, Tomas, Stefan and them other nutballs from Sweden, Mick and a LOOOONG list of folks from the UK, whoever bought our record in Uruguay, Japan and South Africa, AAAAaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Fuuuggetaboutit!!!Too many to name!!!!
How about…

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to EVERYBODY!!!
…from Me and The OAKTeam (who will also get an imaginary card from Me!)

new record!

http://www.doublenaughtrecords.com/
The vinyl is IN!!! Go get your 7 inch 4 song record NOW!!
We hired a REAL horn section and added them to 3 songs from "National Champions"
Found Missin', Goin' or Comin', and Willie Mayes PLUS a great
brand new Christmas song "Christmas on the Faces".
Don't wait, there's only 250 so GO GET IT NOW!!
This will NEVER be available on CD!!

four letter word stops town

I immediately knew I was in trouble when I pulled in the Food Lion grocery store parking lot. I was only getting my bottle for the night and my usual “pull right in” was now a search for a space. People were running into the store, dragging kids with their shoes flying off. One grandma was pushed over, stuck in her walker and trying to get up and only by the grace of God not trampled. Fights were breaking out as people were trying to get through the door. Inside looked worse, like a cross between a Marx Brothers movie and a Mel Brooks movie starring the Three Stooges and Benny Hill. It was total mayhem. Rednecks took their entire arm to rake loaves of bread into their carts. One lady had 8 gallons of milk under a huge pile of other goods, probably enough for two months. No eggs or butter were left. “What in the hell is going on, the end of the world?” I asked myself. The checkout lines were down the aisles, so folks who were fighting for food were reaching through those trying to get out of there. The shelves were emptying before my eyes, like time lapse photography. I got my bottle and braved the check out. The short red faced guy behind me who wasn’t, but looked like he was chewing tobacco, muttered something indecipherable. He was obviously bitching about the situation at hand. He repeated himself and this time I picked out the four letter word that would cause such a cluster-f***, SNOW! They are calling for snow WEST of here and the whole town is having a FREAK OUT! Jesus! I ain’t never!...

Ring-gate

My Diddy, Lord bless him, is getting on up in age. And his sickness of late is starting to wear on him. So yesterday he and his “girlfriend” took another ride up to the doctor’s office. He hasn’t seen his real doctor concerning this recent ailment, only the urgent care doctor. He’s been doing fine up to now as far as my sister and I could tell. It’s a slow process at his age getting over bronchitis. So his regular doctor, Dr. Sickens (yep, his real name) is trying to help and puts my Diddy on what they call Pretizone, or something. These meds seemed to wig him out a bit. He’s hypersensitive anyway. My sister said she’d been having trouble with him all afternoon, talking out of his head and such, and she warned me before he called my house. He sounded fine at first on the line, then he started talking about this ring that he had lost and how it was, according to the Lord, up at McDonald’s in the bathroom. Yeah, see…the Lord told him it was up there. It was a foggy night and he had NO business driving in his condition. And my sister, who lives practically next door, was worn down from working all day, dealing with him already and her own illness, was in no mood to leave her house. So I volunteered to go get him and drive him up there, about a 20 mile round trip for me, no big deal. So he gets in the car, can’t get the seat beat buckled (the Dodge Caliber seat belt system is NOT that complicated) so I have to buckle it for him as I’m pulling out of his driveway. “Look out for that car!” he shouts. No cars were coming. It was our own lights that he probably saw. He’s just not used to seeing car lights on the dark, two lane blacktop. So we get to McDonald’s after scattered conversation and he walks in and heads straight for the bathroom. I walk to counter and ask if anyone’s turned in a ring. Negative. About that time he’s coming out disappointed. I walk in there and give it a once over even jamming my hand down in the paper towel waste basket. Nothing. Despite an earlier call from his “girlfriend” his mind was now completely satisfied and so we left, knowing for sure that it wasn’t there. On the way home, I get the “when you gonna start going to church?” speech again. No good deed goes unpunished, right? And he tells me if I start giving 10% of my earnings to the church, then I would be surprised at the difference it would make. And I’m thinking, “yeah, there goes my wine money”. I had $9 in my pocket at the time and I was also saying to myself “When I get you outta this car I’m gonna give 100% of that to the WINE MAN!” In 10 minutes I’m checking out at the grocery store. The girl asks “Do you want that double bagged” “Nah, I guess one is enough to hide it from the preacher” I tell her.
Of course, ten minutes after getting home my Diddy calls again. “You won’t ever guess where I found that ring” he says. “It was on that little seat area in the shower”. Will came home after I hung up with my Dad, so I told him all about it. “See what you got to look forward to” I tell him. “Jeez, I hope not” he says.

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http://music.mync.com/2009/12/the-oak-team-wishes-everyone-a-merry-christmas-on-the-faces/