Now, that longest night has come,
Apocalypse has passed,
Come days with increasing sun
And Christmas songs, at last!
I only do it one time each year
It's going to be fun, so come on down here!
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Fighting the darkness at nine
Tonight's show tries to bring some light
Help spread a little cheer
Now it's Hanukkah's last night
So get you ass down here.
Help spread a little cheer
Now it's Hanukkah's last night
So get you ass down here.
Saturday, December 8, 2012
A seasonal affectation at nine
Tomorrow, I start lighting candles.
Tonight, I play songs young and old.
Today, I wore short sleeves and sandals.
Wait, you say winter gets *cold*?
Tonight, I play songs young and old.
Today, I wore short sleeves and sandals.
Wait, you say winter gets *cold*?
Saturday, December 1, 2012
A paean for a season at nine
Tomorrow's the first of December
Tomorrow is when rent is due
Tomorrow's a day that they say will be gray
But they said that of yesterday, too.
Tomorrow won't have any snowfall
It won't be all covered in white
So songs all about what we don't get down south
Is what I'm going to play you tonight.
Tomorrow is when rent is due
Tomorrow's a day that they say will be gray
But they said that of yesterday, too.
Tomorrow won't have any snowfall
It won't be all covered in white
So songs all about what we don't get down south
Is what I'm going to play you tonight.
Saturday, November 24, 2012
Side helping with sides at nine.
I hope that everyone who does
Had a good Thanksgiving day.
Tonight, a couple generas
are what I'm of split-mind to play.
The first hour is some ancient blues
(Most about sex, oddly enough)
That pretend to sing of food.
The second hour's other stuff.
Had a good Thanksgiving day.
Tonight, a couple generas
are what I'm of split-mind to play.
The first hour is some ancient blues
(Most about sex, oddly enough)
That pretend to sing of food.
The second hour's other stuff.
Friday, November 16, 2012
Offshore and online at nine
There's no foul and little harm
It may fulfill a need
As we move to a place that's warm
(And maybe has some weed).
With all this talk of secession,
I'll remind you of Jamaica.
(And, along that same progression,
Point out similar Anguilla.)
Like anybody knows this shit.
Jesus Christ...just Google it.
It may fulfill a need
As we move to a place that's warm
(And maybe has some weed).
With all this talk of secession,
I'll remind you of Jamaica.
(And, along that same progression,
Point out similar Anguilla.)
Like anybody knows this shit.
Jesus Christ...just Google it.
Friday, November 9, 2012
We'll debate the results at nine
And so...
It's hard for some to comprehend
Why some lost and some won
The long hard race is at an end
And just what has been done?
After eighteen months of this,
The pundits screamed and farted.
With both sides full of hate and piss,
WE'RE RIGHT BACK WHERE WE STARTED.
It's hard for some to comprehend
Why some lost and some won
The long hard race is at an end
And just what has been done?
After eighteen months of this,
The pundits screamed and farted.
With both sides full of hate and piss,
WE'RE RIGHT BACK WHERE WE STARTED.
Friday, November 2, 2012
We'll keep it subtle at nine
In just four days, it's time to fight!
Something we'll think on tonight:
All those folks, left, mid, and right.
I'll reach into my back of tricks,
Throw at the wall the stuff that sticks
And play some songs on politics.
I'll play some tunes, one by one
And hopefully we'll have some fun.
Thank god, next week, it will be done!
Something we'll think on tonight:
All those folks, left, mid, and right.
I'll reach into my back of tricks,
Throw at the wall the stuff that sticks
And play some songs on politics.
I'll play some tunes, one by one
And hopefully we'll have some fun.
Thank god, next week, it will be done!
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Oh, Halloween pick-up!
Now, that the candy's all on sale,
Now, that the sun has gone,
It's time to dance and lash and wail!
Let's get our spooky on!
Now, that the sun has gone,
It's time to dance and lash and wail!
Let's get our spooky on!
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Last spooky set at nine.
It's less than a full week away...
I'm so excited, I could scream!
Each day closer, brings its decay
(I speak, of course, of Halloween).
After all this, we move forthwith
To events waiting on the sixth.
I'm so excited, I could scream!
Each day closer, brings its decay
(I speak, of course, of Halloween).
After all this, we move forthwith
To events waiting on the sixth.
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Remember how old the Velvet is at Nine
That six year anniversary
That happened yesterday
Will not have an effect on me
Or anything I play.
I've got a spoooooooky potpourri!
(Well, fun songs, anyway.)
That happened yesterday
Will not have an effect on me
Or anything I play.
I've got a spoooooooky potpourri!
(Well, fun songs, anyway.)
Saturday, October 13, 2012
A couple haiku
In thirty minutes
I am going to play music
About Halloween
I'm going to avoid
Any political stuff
Time for that later!
I am going to play music
About Halloween
I'm going to avoid
Any political stuff
Time for that later!
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Some kind of vivisection at nine
I watched that horrible debate
And hoped there was a secret plan.
(Can you all say "eviscerate"?)
Tonight, let's see what makes the man.
And hoped there was a secret plan.
(Can you all say "eviscerate"?)
Tonight, let's see what makes the man.
Saturday, September 29, 2012
My plans got screwed up by some rain (at nine)
"So how's your dad?"
Oh, can't complain.
(Hey, don't be sad;
He's out of pain.)
The jazz he had
Is what I'm playin'.
Oh, can't complain.
(Hey, don't be sad;
He's out of pain.)
The jazz he had
Is what I'm playin'.
Saturday, September 22, 2012
The great return at nine
Well, that happened. So it goes.
We try our best to understand
A meaning that nobody knows
In this small space, carved out for man.
As we all blindly stumble through
With our mere body, soul, and mind
The only thing I ask of you:
Is just stay safe, have fun, be kind.
We try our best to understand
A meaning that nobody knows
In this small space, carved out for man.
As we all blindly stumble through
With our mere body, soul, and mind
The only thing I ask of you:
Is just stay safe, have fun, be kind.
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Saturday, September 8, 2012
Carpe carpam et nona post meridiem
There was a convention. Yay!
A truly panoramic sight
Of comic fans and anime.
(You knew that's what I meant, right?)
So, that's cleared up! Tonight I play
Old jazz singers having a night.
A truly panoramic sight
Of comic fans and anime.
(You knew that's what I meant, right?)
So, that's cleared up! Tonight I play
Old jazz singers having a night.
Friday, August 31, 2012
Saturday, August 25, 2012
A set at nine for the heliophile
Usually, this time of year,
Folk stay inside more oft than not.
Not that they're kept inside by fear
It's just that it's so awfully hot.
This year, where I now reside,
We're having a refreshing summer,
(Most likely caused by things denied
By those who've said things even dumber.)
And so I've looked and found a sum
Of jazzy songs about the sun.
Folk stay inside more oft than not.
Not that they're kept inside by fear
It's just that it's so awfully hot.
This year, where I now reside,
We're having a refreshing summer,
(Most likely caused by things denied
By those who've said things even dumber.)
And so I've looked and found a sum
Of jazzy songs about the sun.
Saturday, August 18, 2012
No, it's not punk at nine.
There's a lot I want to say
About someone's little regime.
(I hate when assholes get their way.
It's upsetting, stupid, and mean.)
Instead, I'm going to dance and play.
I just might sleep, or even dream.
About someone's little regime.
(I hate when assholes get their way.
It's upsetting, stupid, and mean.)
Instead, I'm going to dance and play.
I just might sleep, or even dream.
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Something, something, at nine, something.
It's kind of like the feeling
Just before you stub your toe.
Or, maybe, when you forget the name
Of someone you should know.
You discover that your wallet
Is something you left at home.
It's before you flush the toilet,
But after you drop your phone.
I know there's something missing
But not sure what it could be.
Maybe I'd feel better
If you come dance with me.
Just before you stub your toe.
Or, maybe, when you forget the name
Of someone you should know.
You discover that your wallet
Is something you left at home.
It's before you flush the toilet,
But after you drop your phone.
I know there's something missing
But not sure what it could be.
Maybe I'd feel better
If you come dance with me.
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Nostalgia for an alternate universe at nine
Long ago, there were some bands
Critics thought hot and current.
Tonight, we'll hear, from many lands,
A lot of groups that weren't.
Critics thought hot and current.
Tonight, we'll hear, from many lands,
A lot of groups that weren't.
Saturday, July 28, 2012
A cooooool wave at nine.
Back again! My dedication
Brings me here to play for you.
(Add to that, our new location
Is looking pretty spiffy, too.)
So, after my little vacation,
Comes a mix: dance, swing, and blues.
Brings me here to play for you.
(Add to that, our new location
Is looking pretty spiffy, too.)
So, after my little vacation,
Comes a mix: dance, swing, and blues.
Friday, July 6, 2012
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Simmer down, now. At nine.
Well, decisions have been made
And people are now overwrought.
After both sides have been weighed,
I have to say, "Goddamn, it's hot!"
And people are now overwrought.
After both sides have been weighed,
I have to say, "Goddamn, it's hot!"
Friday, June 22, 2012
Most spiders are color-blind.
No gig tonight, for at Soundproof
They're celebrating LGBT.
Dox is gonna raise the roof!
Come down and join the revelry!
(Or at least come show some pride
Or support for those who care
For those whose rights have been denied
By smaller minds, still unaware.)
They're celebrating LGBT.
Dox is gonna raise the roof!
Come down and join the revelry!
(Or at least come show some pride
Or support for those who care
For those whose rights have been denied
By smaller minds, still unaware.)
Saturday, June 16, 2012
Soundtrack for an unmade Tarantino film, at 9.
Strum a guitar, pluck a cahpei,
Beat a drum or a sampho
I have some things I want to play
You might like it. You never know.
Beat a drum or a sampho
I have some things I want to play
You might like it. You never know.
Saturday, June 9, 2012
Since when is "anime" a musical genre?
Yes, last week I was away.
I went to a convention
That celebrated anime.
The show we did got a mention
In a local paper the next day.
With that in mind, and by extension,
I'm sure you can guess what I'll play.
I went to a convention
That celebrated anime.
The show we did got a mention
In a local paper the next day.
With that in mind, and by extension,
I'm sure you can guess what I'll play.
Friday, June 1, 2012
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Saturday, May 26, 2012
An early set, we start at EIGHT.
Next week's A-Kon. I'll be out
Goofing off with anime.
It's just one week you'll be without.
I shall return, or so they say.
Goofing off with anime.
It's just one week you'll be without.
I shall return, or so they say.
Saturday, May 19, 2012
A follow-up to follow along to at 9
We'll continue our jazz theme
Maht started tonight
I'll take over Velvet's stream
And play for your delight.
Maht started tonight
I'll take over Velvet's stream
And play for your delight.
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Clever for clever's sake at nine
Won or lost, the margin's thin.
To those that never play the game,
(Three, sadly, has no homonym)
For in the end, it's all the same.
To those that never play the game,
(Three, sadly, has no homonym)
For in the end, it's all the same.
Saturday, May 5, 2012
I promise, no "Star Wars" music at nine
Christ almighty, it's May Forth.
This year is flying by, ya know.
(Yes, Jedi day, now known henceforth.
Here's how I feel about that. NO.)
This year is flying by, ya know.
(Yes, Jedi day, now known henceforth.
Here's how I feel about that. NO.)
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Time at nine to flock to feathers
No matter the economy
No matter what the weather
I'm here for you; you're here for me
We're all in this together.
No matter what the weather
I'm here for you; you're here for me
We're all in this together.
Saturday, April 21, 2012
My dad's influence on me at nine
I'm packing an office tomorrow
More than twenty years of accumulation!
So many awards and books
But I've already packed the CDs
Tonight, I'll play some.
More than twenty years of accumulation!
So many awards and books
But I've already packed the CDs
Tonight, I'll play some.
Monday, April 16, 2012
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Some pagan thing at nine
First Sunday, post full moon,
After the first day of spring
Is how they say Easter attunes
To eggs, rabbits, and other things
After the first day of spring
Is how they say Easter attunes
To eggs, rabbits, and other things
Saturday, March 31, 2012
An authentic life starts at nine.
Spring is already at hand
And summer's getting closer.
Tonight's show is about REAL bands
And not just some old poseur.
And summer's getting closer.
Tonight's show is about REAL bands
And not just some old poseur.
Saturday, March 24, 2012
It's Spring! Hahahaha
This winter was one that was not
It wasn't just warm; it was hot
But there's a new thing
That we're calling spring
So we'll watch and see what it's got.
It wasn't just warm; it was hot
But there's a new thing
That we're calling spring
So we'll watch and see what it's got.
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Green beer ban starts at nine.
Everyone's Irish on Saint Patrick's day
Strange genealogy found in ad-hoc.
Ask them who the PM is; what do they say?
(They don't! Enda Kenny's actually the Taoiseach.)
As for snakes and for shamrocks, I don't give a damn.
My grandfather marched as a proud Orangeman.
Strange genealogy found in ad-hoc.
Ask them who the PM is; what do they say?
(They don't! Enda Kenny's actually the Taoiseach.)
As for snakes and for shamrocks, I don't give a damn.
My grandfather marched as a proud Orangeman.
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Hum along at nine. YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO.
Robert Sherman wrote songs that get stuck in your head
And now he can't do that because he is dead.
And now he can't do that because he is dead.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Many surprises at nine
I have no theme, and that's okay
After a long and tedious day
Why give that kind of hint away
For all the things I'm going to play?
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Breaking news! Music at nine.
Oh internet! With each fresh scandal
You react instead of think
And light up, like a Roman candle,
And produce a horrid stink.
Maybe, you'll finally get a handle
On DC Comics and the Pink.
That stuff's such a horrid bore.
I'll play some music, then some more
You react instead of think
And light up, like a Roman candle,
And produce a horrid stink.
Maybe, you'll finally get a handle
On DC Comics and the Pink.
That stuff's such a horrid bore.
I'll play some music, then some more
Saturday, January 28, 2012
We're cleaning out the garage at nine
This week was a royal pain
So I want some guitar
January's such a drain
Kiss this month au revoir!
So I want some guitar
January's such a drain
Kiss this month au revoir!
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Music at nine on four times five
There's music near where I live
And even some artists to whom I've
My well-earned money and time give
So I can go and watch them live.
And even some artists to whom I've
My well-earned money and time give
So I can go and watch them live.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Some kind of masquerade
Tonight is Twelfth Night, all's reversed
The poor act as if wealthy
Those who were blessed pretend they're cursed
And sickly men play healthy.
Sports fan now all take the field;
The pros sit up in bleachers.
Thieves listen to lies relieved
By apologetic preachers.
The master has become the slave
Servants enjoy their time
All the cowards are made brave
I'll play covers at nine.
The poor act as if wealthy
Those who were blessed pretend they're cursed
And sickly men play healthy.
Sports fan now all take the field;
The pros sit up in bleachers.
Thieves listen to lies relieved
By apologetic preachers.
The master has become the slave
Servants enjoy their time
All the cowards are made brave
I'll play covers at nine.
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