Sunday, March 25, 2012

SUNDAY BREAKFAST














There are those mornings when the best idea might seem to be drop a couple of reds and go back to bed. However, my friends, this is not one of them. Right now, as I write this, I’m listening to an MP3 recording of the show we played last Friday to a packed house at The Borderline. And you know what? It sounds pretty damn good. We have to do a lot more of this kind of thing, and if you the want The Deviants in a classy rock & roll niterie near you please pass the word. I may be something of a physical ruin but we still seem to be able to raise some anarchic ruckus. As one dear friend put it – “what a great voice you've got, where does it come from, you look as though you can't breathe, and then this powerhouse breaks loose?” (And, even if I did want to go back to bed, where would a poor boy cop a bunch of Seconal in this sad century.?)  


The secret word is Happy

3 comments:

Jon said...

Reds, the first drug I ever took. They sucked.

jnanagarbha said...

I was thinking much the same thing about your voice.

jnanagarbha said...

...and when can we get hold of said mp3?