the Bucky Four-Eyes Cotillion

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Peeing my pants, in a GOOD way

There's a good chance I have my head lodged firmly up my ass, or maybe up someone else's ass. I can tell you which I'd rather it be, especially if I get to pick the person who's attached to the ass wherein my head will be residing, sightless but well pleased.

Where was I going with this before I began to riff on asses? Oh, yeah - I had no idea Tom Waits was even staging a mini-tour until Bone Machine tipped me off. I've been bouncing off the walls (possibly of my own ass) since I was able to score a ticket for the Chicago show. Nineteen years since Mr. Waits and I were in the same room together, and maybe he and his pesky li'l restraining order would like to make it twenty or twenty-five years, but here I am, packing a duffel bag for my trek to Chicago, having dreams wherein I forget my ticket and have ten minutes before the show to drive home (in a car my mother-in-law owned about fifteen years ago) and fetch said ticket, and in my dream the venue is in Detroit and I must drive back to Flint for my tickee, and I've somehow also lost the keys to the car, which I can't find as the parking garage winds around and around...

Yeah, I'm a little worked up about this. But I didn't think the anticipation could be any more delicious until I stumbled across a detailed review tonight that dropped a new tidbit on me:

Duke Robillard is Waits' guitarist on this tour. Duke Robillard, he of Roomful of Blues and post-Jimmie Vaughan Fabulous Thunderbirds, and creator of a number of solo albums I listen to constantly, the man who is my favorite guitar player in the world, THAT Duke Robillard will grace the same stage as Tom Waits. If I sound short of breath when I call in my audioblog tomorrow night, you will know why. If I never make it to the audioblog, then you may assume that I have either spontaneously combusted or my heart has exploded from too much delight in one small auditorium.

Must go obsess over my packing list now. At the top of the list? TICKET.

I hope I remember to wear pants.

12 of you felt the overwhelming need to say somethin':

Anonymous Mark W. said...

Don't forget your pants!

/just sayin'

9:26 AM, August 09, 2006  
Blogger LadyBug said...

Check your ticket, Bucky. It probably says "Pants Optional" on there somewhere in fine print.

9:30 AM, August 09, 2006  
Blogger Squirl said...

Duke Robillard????? Wow, that is too fantastic!

Enjoy :)

10:49 AM, August 09, 2006  
Blogger Dixie said...

Enjoy yourself! Don't worry about the pants, just wear the assless chaps!

2:04 PM, August 09, 2006  
Blogger Karin said...

Have a great time. I hope it is all you dream of and that your pants are able to hold in all that you cream yourself during the show.

3:09 PM, August 09, 2006  
Blogger Lynn said...

Bucky, reread the first few lines of your post and then go to Susie's. I promise you'll laugh you ass off.

4:02 PM, August 09, 2006  
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4:47 PM, August 09, 2006  
Blogger JD's Rose said...

Maybe you should take spares?

10:27 PM, August 09, 2006  
Blogger Momentarily_Distracted said...

I second the motion:
Assless chaps!!!

Yes, I'm a sick fucker. :o)

12:00 AM, August 10, 2006  
Blogger Bone Machine said...

Between the ticket and pants, the ticket takes top priority. Now that I think about it, I'm not sure that I wore pants to either show.

My bad.

8:37 AM, August 10, 2006  
Blogger limpy99 said...

What's the point? Your pants are going on stage by the third song anyway.

10:59 AM, August 10, 2006  
Blogger Sometimes Saintly Nick said...

Why do I feel I have commented on this blog post before? Am I prescient—or is this a dream?

1:24 PM, August 13, 2006  

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