Spring will officially start....now.

I know that the first day of spring
Was at least a month ago
But it really seemed to cold
To celebrate, you know?
So we'll get to that tonight
Even if a month late
Now at least it FEELS like spring
The set will start at eight.

Singing the blues at eight...

My favorite blue pajamas
Bluebonnets in the field
After a healthy rain-storm,
The blue skies now reveled
A newborn's bright blue eyes
Your blue face when you choke
Or how I'm feeling right now
Because my microphone's still broke.

Forsooth! Yon fair notice hath arrived!

Oh such loss, that microphones have failed!
And with its death, the lost of bumps recorded
I may have others from shows now long past
(A monologue of lady-parts remembered)
And musics well shall still be played,
When dancing starts as clocks strike eight.

Blast-off at eight

We are a tiny bubble here
Six billion passengers and more
And we only hope, one day,
To shake hands with our neighbors.
So, tonight, let us repeat
That long phrase we murmured
Then set in gold and released into heaven
Hoping some future angel might read
"ad astra per aspera"