TrolleyBUZZMay302002

It was a great night, lots of our favorites and some new blood as well. Anytime Greg Biltz takes the stage you're in for a musical experience to remember. Jim Hiller usually joins him and together they do The Revival proud. One of the new people who is really making a mark is Michael Wolfe. WHAT a voice. None of which stopped Berzerkle from spinning his usual web of anger, turning the stage and surrounding area into a seething cauldren of hate and dispair. But he did do a good job on "Squeezbox". Kevin and Scott brought a pal of their's up on stage to do a little singing, and Alex was a fine addition to the EVIL HyBrid AcouSTIC MiNd SCrEw ROcK sound. Another nice surprise was the return of Jonathan Price. This is a good guy who's sort of breaking in his new material with us, and we appreciate the risks he's taking. Great sense of humor and some original ideas in his songs. Welcome to the show, brother Jonathan.

Mike Evans is turning out to be a great big crowd pleaser. He's got a great range and real energy onstage, and he is another bright new comer on The Acoustic Revival scene. Also up for her first set was J. Chronic, and she did nothing that was anything like anybody else has ever done. I not even going to screw it up by trying to describe it. Just let's say that "In Your Face" really is too delicate. Luke Artin did a dandy set, I may have heard a new song or two in his set. Nick Shenkel sported a new "smooth" hairdo and some fine music. Our beloved Marishah played some of her new songs, and DAMN. She is amazing and she just gets stronger every trip to the stage. Oh, and a giant sized bash unfurled when Kevin Serey, Pat Whitt, And Adam "Guitarslinger" Piercelit up some tunes. THAT was a blast.

Many questions and concern about The Trolley Stop Drama Society. Well, Rian's got his band NEWSPEAK (every other Monday they play at The Trolley), and Mindi is in school learning how to fly (her tiny diaphanous woodland nymph wings have finally come in). But in this time of change one thing remains the same - Rian and Mindi's love for the stage. So now, in a special appearance just for TrolleyBUZZ readers, they perform a classic. Now, for your approval, Glenn Miller's immortal classic - Death Of A Salesman. Here, Rian plays the fabled role of Willie Lomain, lifetime peddler of crap who is on his way out at work and has driven his wife and kids absolutely nuts. During one of his very long whining session one of his sons, Biff (played in this production by beautiful glamorous actress Mindi), chokes him to death with his bare hands. See, Willie was, even after having a HUGE play written about him, mostly a monster big-gulp sized pain in the ass. So YEAH, everybody wants to listen to HIS advice.
The End.

Wow. I mean, wow. No one, and I mean no one, can lay down a fat book and carve it up so it makes sense like these two.
Applause, APPLAUSE I SAY!
Mindi and Rian! Rian and Mindi! DRAMA! DRAMA!

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! They going to sneak up on me in a public restroom and grab my shoes under the stall door! Yikes! YIKES I SAY!.