Heck, no one else is

Christmas Eve is here at last
Didn't think I'd make it this year.
I'm doing fine, in case you asked,
And eight is when we'll start the cheer.

The experiment starts at eight.

Tonight's show is unusual. I hope I don't embarrass
Anyone working as an elf by playing Dave Sedaris.

His "SantaLand Diaries" (first played in '92)
Have been edited into some tunes that I will play for you.

More kvetching about the weather at eight

Finally, winter winds do blow
Bringing with them ice and cold.
Sometimes there is a chance of snow!
(But I'm done with it, truth be told.)

No show

Maht is having his marathon for Heifer International, so I will not play a gig tonight.

Time to lose some calories at eight.

I hope that yesterday went well
(I know it did for me!)
If you, perchance,
Would like to dance,
I'll play an hour or three.

I don't have to tell you where or when

Az is out tonight and no one picked up her slot and I'm not writing a fancy notice tonight.
I've been doing that for three years. I'm just going to start playing now, because...do I need a because?

Summer's starting south of the equator.

Summer is now over
Cold wet winds blew in last night
I unpack sweaters

Not that I MISS heat!
There is a kind of longing
Someplace warm, sunny....

We'll formulate some kind of plan at eight.

Before you start a panic,
Before you scream and shout,
The losses aren't gigantic.
Just calm down and chill out.

I'm starting at 7, if that's okay. (9 Central!)

My all-time favorite holiday
Is just a mere two days away.
Really, all that I can say
Is I've got tunes I'm going to play.

We starting passing out treats at eight.

Witches, werewolves, Dracula...
Halloween is coming soon.
All my creepy 45s
And other spooky tunes.

No show

I'm going to be out of town at a wedding (on the 10th! 10-10-10!).

The dead shall rise again at eight!

OoooOOooooh! Ghosts and zombies!
Soon, it will be Halloween
I'm enjoying this.

New, improved, organized! At eight.

I just rebuilt my database.
Doesn't that sound like fun?
Should be able to find things now.
(It still needs sorting, some.)
It's going to be a masterpiece
When all of that is done.

Kids born that year can walk now.

09/08/07 was the date of the first "Loloshow".
(I realized that little fact about two days ago.)
If I recall, that Friday night,
Nothing at all was working right.

Lazy poet spins at eight.

Tonight's set will be
Songs collected through the week
Could be pretty good!

I have things to share...oh yes....

It's finally September
Summer's finally through.
If you come down and dance at eight
You'll learn a thing or two.

Some kinda gap at eight.

Last week, I got new windows
Next week, it is September.
There was something in-between,
But I just can't remember.

no show

Getting the windows in my house replaced early tomorrow morning, so no show tonight.

The pattern repeats at eight.

Friday the Thirteenth
Second Day of Ramadan
Earlier each year

Looking for rhythm
I'm going to celebrate drums
Go on, count the beats!

Fat Man and Little Boy start dancing at eight.

I'm sure the records all will show
A huge jump in leukemia
Roughly sixty-five years ago
In and around Hiroshima.
A mark of pride (or one of shame),
Those cities leveled flat.
And say safely, from in a plane,
"Oh hell, we just did that...."

I have a thing at eight.

A little cash, a fancy car
Perhaps a bit of bling
It's almost disgusting
The attention that it brings

Some kind of music, at eight.

I see London; I see France
I see folks who want to dance.
(Sorry this one isn't more
But I just got through the door.)

Haiku to that effect at eight.

Such a busy week!
So many things to get done
At last, though, a set!

A very special NSFW show at eight.

For those who come from Westboro
Who violate our code of conduct,
Let's celebrate a word we know
And tell them all to go get fucked.

Approximate rhymes and such at eight.

Gods! Do I even need a theme?
I've been at this for two-plus years
Just playing songs has been my thing
Get your collective asses here.

Stuff and things

Something at work, late tonight
Put me in an awful mood.
Because nothing about it's right
The entire thing should be reviewed

But my concerns don't involve you!
So I'll play tunes the evening through!

Lazy haiku

Fell asleep on couch
Woke up in time to post this
Then, eight, MUSIC!

Because it's so rare

Hey! I'm back with tunes tonight
Lots of songs about the sun...
It's all so hot! and so bright.
Join at eight (10 PM Central!) for jazzy fun.

no show

At a convention this weekend, so no show tonight.

Some kind of huzzah at eight.

I'll be out for the month of May
I have some things to do.
But if you come to dance today,
I'll play some tunes for you.

Stuff and things at Eight.

I'm lazy, and one more haiku
Should have been enough for you.
But that sort of thing's not right.
Anyway...a themeless night.

Yes, haikus and such and eight (that's 10 central)

There's no theme tonight
Because of jury duty
That, and working late

Some kinda thing at eight.

No real theme tonight
I'm just going to play music
So! Come down and dance.

Why is this night special at eight?

A last supper or seder?
Depends...is there ham?
Maybe matzos with salsa.
Well, you guys know where I am.

Make sure you're flea-free at eight.

This last Monday, I had the vet
Come by to look at my two cats.
You have to take care of your pets!
So I'll play some of this and that.

No green beer, at eight.

It's seems I missed Saint Patrick's day
(only by a day or two)
So in that vein, I guess I'll play
Some Irish tunes for you

Something something eight something.

It's not that every girl can sing
We know that isn't true.
But for some, that's just their thing
So I'll play that for you.

The spider legs are still missing.

I got nothing. Maybe depressed
The legs are still AWOL. No help from Lindens
Tonight, I give an hour of tomorrow.
A forever of yesterdays.

Gawk, freaks, GAWK! (at eight)

My poor, screwed up inventory
Has suffered some catastrophe
Things aren't there (where they should be).
Which gives the opportunity
To see my human misery.

no show

I'm going downtown for the Year of the Tiger festival. As a tiger, I feel this is important.

Test the snow-laden power-lines at eight.

My god! but we had snow last night
No matter where you look, you'll see
A smooth and frosty sea of white
(For those without electricity,
I cannot mock. It's not polite
And could have well happened to me.)

Put on a sari at eight.

Tonight's going to be a fun set!
Songs exciting and beautiful
All from the sub-continent
Come on down and "do the needful."

Lots of evidence at eight.

There was no music before I was born.
Hard to believe, I know!
Let's see if I can disprove that
With the contents of tonight's show.

If you're up for a gig at eight

I don't know what I'm doing
Believe me, lord, I've tried
I've tried to work on this thing
But I've been preoccupied

Last year, I took a month off
I might do that again
Us "artiste" types (now, don't scoff)
Need time to rest the brain

Take what I say for all it's worth
I'll play the tunes, both small and great
Sounds that I've scoured from all the earth
And hope, somehow, to educate.

If that sounds like the thing to do
I'll play the Velvet, just for you.

Haiku! AKA: Lolo is lazy.

Songs ripped from You Tube
There are so many of them
I'll play some tonight

Ruminate at eight.

January! Our earth's movement
(And some seasonal directive)
Drives us on to self-improvement
More selfish than introspective....

Do I even have to say what time anymore?

Goodness! It's that time again!
Help welcome in that 2010
Pull out that leftover champagne
As I try best to entertain.