Message: | I once had a band, in the days after college. We were called Kakey Phlakey Pastry.
We were:
Lead vocalist: Bach Lova
Lead guitar: Little Debbie (LD happened to be a 6 foot 2 guy named Steve)
Slide guitarist: Custard Fillin'
Bassist: Mar-Z-Pan
Drummer: Crap, that was me. I can't remember my band name.
The only rule of the band was that we only started practice after everyone had had their second forty. We played a heavy metal version of an old country Carter Family song, some Devo, a bongo-only rap version of Beast of Burden, and some originals, including You Can't Wear A Thong In Bed, and my own composition, Mexican Voodoo Mack.
There'll be a KPP reunion for Little Debbie's wedding in Boston. Little Debbie, by the way, is the person who taught me to cook. A complete obsessive who has been known to stay up two nights running to make the perfect veal stock. Also one hell of a rock 'n roll guitarist. I think they're going to get their wedding catered by Jake's Boss Barbecue. Probably just ribs. They were going to do a pig roast, but they decided that since Leah, Little Deb's girl, is Jewish, and they're having a rabbi officiate, that might be a little much.
LD: I'd really like a pig roast. I'm sure the rabbi wouldn't mind.
Leah: You know, he may be a reform Jew, but that might be pushign it a little.
(pause)
LD: We could put a yarmulke on the pig.
-thi |