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.

I promise I won't puke

I'm glad I took a Pepcid
I'm glad I wore a coat
I'm glad the snow all melted
Glad the folks aren't remote
I know I drank to excess
There was so much I ate!
But I've got tunes I'm playing
So come join me at eight.

Skate the Lake at Eight

What a lonesome time of year!
It feels like there is no one here.
All off with their mom or dad,
No broadband or install had.
But I'll be playing anyway,
We're so close to that holiday.
If I miss you before it's done,
At least stay safe, be nice, have fun.