TrolleyBUZZMay302002

TrolleyBUZZ June 20 2002

What the hell is THIS? This is a re-occurring page on a web site, and it's dedicated to the documentation of all the completely INSANE stuff that goes on at an event in Dayton, Ohio. The event takes place at a club located in the fabled Oregon District, and the club is called The Trolley Stop. The event is called The Acoustic Revival. The Acoustic Revival is a open mic format musical show, featuring singers and songwriters. However, due to the high quality of lunatic that appears at these performances, there is also a show off stage. This event is outrageously successful. The people are suitable for court required mental evaluation. We like them. Here you will see them in their natural habitat, leaping and playing, feeding and mating. It's life, and they're living it.
If you go to the show, you will most likely end up on here somewhere.
Try not to get into trouble. Well, not too much trouble...

Imitated (everywhere), But Never Equaled

The Acoustic Revival

This was a very good night for The Acoustic Revival. Some of the folks who have made the whole thing so fun for so long are going to be graduating (fans of the page already know this). Britt Brand has always been a real sparkplug and she's headed to bigger and better things soon. She had some fans out to the show (including her grandma) and she played a real good set for them.

DO NOT OFFER THIS MAN A RIDE.

Certainly one of the favorites at the big show are Kevin "The HARDWICK" and Scott Marshall. They really came in and made a mark. But I don't think anyone was prepared for Scott to reveal that he was, in fact, part goat. Take one good long look at that leg hair. And am I mistaken or are those prehensile toes? None of these physical shockers effected the music, which was great, but you've got to think that Scott has to wax just to get a pair of tube socks over that thatch.

Alot of nice people have been coming up to me and KC lately and telling us that they've really enjoyed the scene we've created down at The Acoustic Revival. Well, for me and KC I'd like to say that we both have really enjoyed the scene that YOU all have created at The Acoustic Revival. Hell, from the look of things around town everybody under the sun has suddenly got religion and they're all trying to do some kind of acoustic night. Which is fine I guess, if you're flattered by imitation. But there is only one real singer/songwriter open mike night in Dayton, and that's because of the Players who make it out every week. If you've got the guts to get up there we will give you your shot, EVERYBODY PLAYS. You've got a place to go to meet some other Players and new friends every Thursday at 8:00. It's The Trolley Stop & The Acoustic Revival.
THAT'S RIGHT.

This is probably beginning to get old, but if you haven't seen Mr. Jim Hiller yet, you're just missing out like you slept through a holiday. Get out and see him, you will be glad.

Few things light up the show like welcoming a new Player. Dan Rivers turned in a fine set, bringing a big country sound and getting everything hopping. Did a hell of a job, and we're looking for him to return soon.

Another Player who makes every song count is Kevin Serey, and lately he's been joined by his pal Adam "Guitarslinger" Pierce to add to the sound. Man, it is GOOD. These boys can play them guitars.

Jeff from Lackluster did a rare solo set. VERY cool. Different sound, it was neat. He can do the duet, but then he can switch up and whip the solo stuff on you. Yes buddy.

A guy who's been a regular player all over Dayton for years is Doug Hart. He made it out and did a dandy set of tunes, with a very strong voice and substantial guitar chops he's always been a crowd pleaser. He plays all over the place so make sure you check him out. And we give a shout out to his beautiful babe Jen. Hi JEN!

Nick Shenkel brought a couple of buddies out with him this night. Michael Wolfe and Laurel Wall made their first appearance at The Revival and man they can SING. Mr. Wolfe is just so soulful, you can't even believe it. He just shakes the room with his voice. Laurel has great range and resonance, and lots of style. Both very welcome additions to the scene. Nick did more than introductions, turning is another nifty set himself. Nice job guys.

Old Luke Artin let Seth jump up and do some singing during his set. Seth went bananas, and it turns out he is a huge hambone. Thanks Luke (I think).

Hey, this is how it works - You are a Player or you know a Player, and you come out to the show and you get up and play your tunes. You do NOT have to be some damn virtuoso, just respect the scene and do your best and you will be welcome. Come on out. You. Yes YOU. I can see you through the computer, and I'm talking to YOU. Put your doubts and fears aside and come on out, join the fun. We'll make you feel welcome at The Acoustic Revival.

Old Jessie and Larry made the show, and brought a ton of energy with them. Good to see the young-un's again.

No two people have done more for the scene than these two, Marishah Paddock and Greg Biltz. Both continue to make The Acoustic Revival a cool place, not just to listen, but to play. We like em'.

A Few Final Pictures And Thoughts

This is Danni. She is my pal. She is nice to me. She takes my money so I won't lose it.

One of the only downsides to having a fabulous babe for a girlfriend is that is causes unusual stress and odd changes to a man's psyche. Here we see Scott, apparently completely unaware that as he smiles and poses for this picture his hand is making a beeline for Stephanie's bosum. Not that I blame it, exactly.

This is Meredith. She is our only BELLY LOVE participant this time, but there is a reason why. Though you can't tell from this photo, trust me when I tell you that she is enormous. She is as huge as she is beautiful. Standing over 11 feet 4 inches in height, she represents approximately 70 cubic yards of BELLY LOVE, and places us very close to the federally approved limit. So this devastating viking queen is all the BELLY LOVE we are able to get on the page. But to tell the truth, we probably wouldn't know what to do with more than this.

Oh man. Another TrolleyBUZZ is in the can. So to speak. Thanks to all the folks who contribute with their zany shinanigans. To all the many folks who were in photos that proved to be to vile or disgusting to post here, stay tuned for our pay site, NAKED-RAMA.
Stay Tuned, More Soon. See you at the next Acoustic Revival.

"Berzerkle works for me."

This has been another TrolleyBUZZ page, so stay tuned and check back for the numerous updates that I will undoubtedly post when I get the casts off my wrists. Carpel Tunnel Syndrome is a lot less funny when I have it. At this point I can't operate a door knob. Well, really any knob. Frankly, until I had this problem I never noticed how "knob-centric" our society is. I mean, try to find a standard door without one for crying out loud. It's like, I don't know, we're all knob-aholics or something. You think our founding father and mothers invisioned a world totally dependent on knobs? Hell NO! We weren't born with trunks like them friggin' peanut hoarding pachyderms. I got wrists man! WRISTS! I got a THUMB. I can reach and grasp! Would it kill us, would we whither as a society if we began to make use of something besides a frigging KNOB? I don't think so, my fellow Americans, I don't think so. Honestly, if we can't find a way to open something without a knob, haven't the terrorists already won? Besides, would not using knobs be so bad? Would it really give you a huge neck pain to have to pull a lever or something? I read about a door in a castle in England, and it revolved, and every time somebody went through it pumped 50 gallons of water into the place. NO KNOB. Sweet baby Jesus, I'd love to pump some water as long as the device that did the work was sans knob. Hmm. Wonder if I'm stretching this bit out too much? You know, I bet if I switch to a smaller font I can keep this stupid gag going another three weeks at least. Yeah! Though I should mention, parenthetically, that my wrists actually do hurt. Not like, you know, I'm going to kill myself. Not like the time I was trying to bond with a girlfriend and I decided to let her wax my gut. I mean, DAMN. And girls get that done to their crotch. I'd have to have my spinal cord severed to be able to stand that. Once when I was in high school I saw a gang of toughs hang a solitary smaller boy from a basketball hoop by the waistband of his underpants. This of course was a wedgie related assault. Man, I bet THAT hurt. Another time I heard about a kid who slid down a stairway banister and got going too fast and when he got to the bottom he smacked into the big wooden ornamental ball? And knocked it off and then he scrapped over the nail that held it on. Woowee. Makes me get all sweaty just thinking about it. As a feature of this web site, this is really crappy. At some point I have to just admit that it's all about eating up a little space. I bet no one even reads it. Ok, hey, here's the deal - if you read this send me an e-mail saying so. You win... I don't know. I'll think about a prize. HEY! Adrianne sent me the first e-mail, so she wins a wonderful life changing prize. As soon as I think of one. Oh! Abby sent me an e-mail too. Let's see... hmmm... I'm a little stumped. I mean the idea that anyone actually reads this is a little disturbing to be honest. I mean, that someone would take the time. Hmm. I mean, how obsessed can you be? Wait. Maybe they're going to stalk me. Oh my God. That's it. They're going to stalk me. They're going to steal my underpants off of the cloths line!.

Here's them crazy Brand women in a family pose. That's Britt upper left, then Grandma, her sister Inna from the Ukraine, and then her Ma. My God, the whole family is sexy.