Dance dandy!
For many a year now, I've loved to-oops I mean I've loved- Shooglenifty.
My only sadness in their direction is that I have never seen them live. The only time I remember finding out they were in my hometown, my stead, my hood (etc) was in September 97 for Bumbershoot. But where was I? Oh yeah.
I was *leaving* Denver via aeroplane.
My first visit to the town of my most belovedest ever of professional football teams.
The day they opened their 1997 season. You know. The one they would go on to hit a 16-4 record including playoffs. The playoffs that culminated in a 31-24 win over the Packers. In the SuPeRbOwL!!!! The one that got them some jewelry. THAT season. The one that redeemed the ten thousand eight hundred eleven Superbowl losses they endured in grand fashion in the 1980's. (Gah! Oh the sad memories!)
But I digress. So we was returning to the Jet City on the Sunday the Mighty Mighty Men In Orange and Blue were opening their Season of Gloray against the Chiefs. Warlord (one of the travelmates) told me he scheduled our flight before the game so I couldn't go. Not that I could have ever afforded a ticket, but still. His bok-bok seahawkian chickenness couldn't handle five more hours at a mile high altitude so that I could have been happy.
What really put the bite on the day for me though was that while we were somewhere between the Centennial and Evergreen states, that my (yes, MY) Shooglenifty were hitting the stage at Bumbershoot. They were less than a mile from my home. And I was not here.
Foiled by the Warlord (payperdoooo!). Twice in one day. If he didn't make me laugh with abandon, I would hold a grudge. But I don't. Really. I just remember.
But now for the good news: Shooglenifty will be playing at the Tractor in a couple of weeks and I AM SO EXCITED I COULD SQUEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! I. Can't. Wait. *finally*
At any rate, check out the boys d'Shoogle and wear comfy clothes to move-n-groove in. Coz if your feet ain't a-shufflin' and your smile ain't expandin', well then we should talk. They done do make the heart smile with The Happy.
My only sadness in their direction is that I have never seen them live. The only time I remember finding out they were in my hometown, my stead, my hood (etc) was in September 97 for Bumbershoot. But where was I? Oh yeah.
I was *leaving* Denver via aeroplane.
My first visit to the town of my most belovedest ever of professional football teams.
The day they opened their 1997 season. You know. The one they would go on to hit a 16-4 record including playoffs. The playoffs that culminated in a 31-24 win over the Packers. In the SuPeRbOwL!!!! The one that got them some jewelry. THAT season. The one that redeemed the ten thousand eight hundred eleven Superbowl losses they endured in grand fashion in the 1980's. (Gah! Oh the sad memories!)
But I digress. So we was returning to the Jet City on the Sunday the Mighty Mighty Men In Orange and Blue were opening their Season of Gloray against the Chiefs. Warlord (one of the travelmates) told me he scheduled our flight before the game so I couldn't go. Not that I could have ever afforded a ticket, but still. His bok-bok seahawkian chickenness couldn't handle five more hours at a mile high altitude so that I could have been happy.
What really put the bite on the day for me though was that while we were somewhere between the Centennial and Evergreen states, that my (yes, MY) Shooglenifty were hitting the stage at Bumbershoot. They were less than a mile from my home. And I was not here.
Foiled by the Warlord (payperdoooo!). Twice in one day. If he didn't make me laugh with abandon, I would hold a grudge. But I don't. Really. I just remember.
But now for the good news: Shooglenifty will be playing at the Tractor in a couple of weeks and I AM SO EXCITED I COULD SQUEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! I. Can't. Wait. *finally*
At any rate, check out the boys d'Shoogle and wear comfy clothes to move-n-groove in. Coz if your feet ain't a-shufflin' and your smile ain't expandin', well then we should talk. They done do make the heart smile with The Happy.


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