This is the page that reports the poop!  Every week there's a blow out quality hoe-down in Dayton, and it happens at The Trolley Stop every Thursday at 9:00.  It's called The Acoustic Revival, and you can expect dicey manuvers and high shinanigans.  The photographic evidence will be complied, reviewed, and displayed here for easy viewing.  Check back every few days to see what went wrong the previous week.  Lots on this page, so let it load even if it takes a bit (and it will...).
TrolleyBUZZ - April 4 2002
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?

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Why waste time with a bunch of flowery platitudes?  Awkward introductions, small talk, pretend conversations?  You knew, the way an animal instinctively knows, the second you walked in the room: you two are getting together.  When you get right down to it, Beer Love doesn't stop at the tap.  You don't just shut something like that down, you don't throw a switch and expect the the feeling to fade.  It's going to go further and you both know it.  It's going to get raw, hot, heavy, and you both are going to look at each other in a different way tomorrow.  Because it's going to get physical.  We're talking hardcore Suds-illingus from the guys, or maybe a little Brew-llatio if the lady is willing.  Maybe a little bondage (ever tie yourself to a keg?).  You aren't the type to get shy, so the lights will be on.  You want to see that baby go down, s-l-o-w.  And one thing is for sure - when it's gone you're going to relax, wait a few minutes, catch you breath, and go at it all over again.  Because, truth is, Beer Love is cool and cheap, and so are you.  So are you, BABY!!!
Suds-illingus, BABY!!!
I ever mention to any of you how cool it is to work with a Badass?
So!  You all have been aware that the site has been a little under tended lately, due to Internet type problems, and my advanced case of Ebola.  Well once again I have fought off the cold stinky fingers of death, even as they began to close about my throat.  Fortunately my neck has become huge from years of attempting to support my Gilbraltar sized noggin, that the cold stinky fingers of death were, frankly, not nearly long enough to fit around my muscle-bound collar.  Instead they just sort of grabbed and strained, and then they became frustrated and tried to strangle me with the cord from a hair dryer.  Which also wasn't long enough.  So, despondent, the cold stinky fingers of death ran into the night, got drunk, and beat a drifter to death with a tube sock full of roofing nails.  Horrified at the realization of their crime, they then threw themselves from a train trestle and into the Great Miami River.  The corpse has yet to be recovered.  So.  That was my day...
Beer Love
Here you go.  Beer Love.  Lots of it.  Altough the student of body language will detect a few rocks in the path of Jason "Huge" Ruge and his potential mate.  He's let his lover sit too long and she's gone flat.  And brother, they are NOT happy at all.
Babes.  FABULOUS BABES.  The Trolley's got more fabulous babes per yard than any other place in North America.  Scientists have been studying this for awhile and they think it's got something to do with this man - Brent Zerkle.  We all know he's very dangerous.  Sexy.  Powerful.  Big Red Ear.  But that's not all.  Apparently he gives of some sort of mutant odor that women can't resist with a restraining order and a pair of plyers.  He is so deeply male that the magical stench of his masculinity flows into the Oregon District and makes females helpless to stay away.  Ah my friends, it is a blessing and curse.  He has more feminine attention than he can stand, BUT... um... when I think of the curse part I'll slap that up here.
Here's this girl again.  She comes out all the time.  In this pic she looks cranky. She's usually very nice, but something seems to be making her mad.  Maybe it's the 671st picture being taken of her?  Hmm.  Could be...
Wow!  Look kids, it's "Blade 3 - The Caucasion Queen". She wants to slurp the blood of this victim, but their glasses keep getting tangled up.
Our list of Pals grows and grows.  We're going to need a shoehorn to get them in the door of The Trolley.  Lots of them come back (like KC's buds there to the left) and many of them are there to see their friends play some music.  Others are tourists from boring countries who have come here to see what an actual good time looks like.  Lucky for them we could teach a Master's Class on that subject.  P-A-R-T-Y!
*assorted whoops here*
More new folks, more great music.  Chris McCoy stopped out, made a hell of an impression.  Frank Woods also had his first set and was also very good indeed.  Lackluster is a duo that dropped their first show at The Revival to rave reaction, and the magnificent Robusto Rejecto ran some songs across the room to the delight of all assembled.  I can't get over how every week some new folks stop in and they keep kicking everyone's butts. 

Of course the regulars continue to make the show tick.  Greg Biltz has his show at The Trolley with Jim Hiller coming up on the 17th (BE THERE).  The HyBriD AcoUsTic MiND ScRew RoCK of Scott Marshall and Kevin Hardwick made everyone feel all groovy.  Matt Perkey was on hand to Jam, and Ryan Callahan made his second appearence and he MUST get out more often.  Dave Shields is getting me a copy of his upcomng CD, so look for that here.  Many others made the scene, and brothers and sisters it was good.
Many of the local Dayton musician's on the scene will recognize the folks in these pics.  Marty of course is The Man, as we have established.  Also on board for this edition of The Acoustic Revival were Larry Rayle, a snappy bass player known around town, and Danny Hall, a fine guitarist who has played all over the country for years.  Both of them are still promising to get on up and play some songs for us at The Revival, and me and KC are going to hold them to it. Welcome out brothers, now get on home and snag those boxes and join us at The Revival!
HOLY CRAP! It's the FezPimP!
Big and terrifying happenings in the battle between good and evil.  We all remember the viscious Butt Punch that befell our tender Danni the last time she and the abominable FezPimP tangled.  Ouch.  A crack in your crack is no way to go through life.  But she's making a slow and delicate recovery and claims to have a secret weapon for her next no holds barred confrontation with The Wizard Of PimP.  BUT!!! Upon hearing this the vile one arranged to get a little help of his own!  Witness the appearance of The Giant Giggling Sully, and THE INKSTER! These two villians are capable of more noxious behavior than a pack of drunken geologists! Ok.  That's extreme.  But they are pretty awful.  What can sweet tiny Danni hope to do against these odds?  Tune in at your TrolleyBUZZ page soon and find out! 
Danni, nobody, but I mean nobody, is buying this.
They know no limits, no boundries, and society finds them wacky... they are... The Hipsters
You've seen them.  Sauntering down our streets, brazen, unashamed.  Acting like they own the place.  Oh, they're easy to spot.  Fancy clothes, putting on airs, taking to the book learning.  One thing's for sure; they are not like us.  Not our kind of folk.  They, my God fearing friends, are The Hipsters.  Know it alls, show it alls, not our kind of people.  Ruge is one, look at him.  Just look at him.  Dave Shields, he's one too.  It might suprise you to find out that Chris McCoy and Frank Wood have been Hipsters since the 50's.  Look at em'.  Just look.  This guy to the right.  Hipster.  The "chick" with him.  Hipster.  Take one good long goddamned look at them.  "What about Scott Marshall...", you ask, "...don't tell me he's one of those silk shirt wearing workout boy Hipsters".  Well, I won't tell you that.  I won't.  But do me this favor.  Look at him.  Go ahead.  Look.  Take a long hard honest frigging look at him.  You just take a damned look at Scott Marshall and you tell me.  Hipster? LOOK AT HIM.
This fine lady was on hand to hear the songs of brother Greg Biltz and she was as nice as she was pretty.  And, if that wasn't enough, she clapped real loud when he played.  What a woman!
Ladies and gentlemen, Keith Carradine.  He's easy.  Well he's easy...
And there's more.  More pictures of them.  Here, as if to prove my point, is another picture of Scott Marshall.  Do I have to say it?  Look at him.  Perkey and his bunch sure as hell rode into town on the Hipster express, no doubt about that.  You think Mr. Callahan doesn't toil in the field of the hip?  Beautiful babe on his arm, smug good looking smile.  HIPSTER.  And Robusto Rejecto? Oh man do you have to ask?  Robusto is so hip that the other Hipsters are all telling him to take a hike because he shows them up.  Pointing, hot chick, smiling.  Jesus.  Look at him.
Take the Test -

This guy, Hipster,
Not a Hipster?

Answer -
Please.  Just LOOK at him.

HIPSTER!
It's not too late.  Us good common folks can band together against The Hipsters.  We can say enough is enough.  Take a look at these guys over there on the left.  Man oh man.  Three smarty pants Hipsters, I'm just sure of it. All of them trying to behave Hip enough that no one will think that purse belongs to them.  But it could, because The Hipsters don't play buy any rules.  They know everything, these types.  Showy actions and big words, long thoughts and thick newspapers.  Oh they are all the rage.  And they are multiplying.  Every day you see more of them and them ladies they got, with the big thick shoes and their mystery bras and the whole thing.  Look at em'.  Go on! 
Take a long hot look right damned at em'!  They are... The Hipsters.
Presenting, The "Why I Oughta'" Moment
No idea what is going on here, but it is definately a "Why I Oughta'" moment.  One guy has done something goofy.  The other guy has realized that this seemingly unrelated act is going to cost him dearly.  Only one thing to say.
"Why I Oughta..."
Here was an ugly moment.  This lovely babe bet John that she could get him to love her in under 10 seconds.  He said ok, and she BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF HIM.  Well needless to say it worked.  Everybody knows that when girls hit you it means they like you.  Now they are all smoochy, and every once in awhile he starts to stop loving her, and she BEATS THE CRAP OUT OF HIM AGAIN!  Ah, the trials of love.
CAUTION:
VIDEO
CRACK
John, like me and KC, is a musician.  That's why, when we walked up to the bar, he knew what to give us before we even asked.  When you sing like me and KC, sometimes you force all the blood up into your brain until your eyes bug out like a cartoon.  And that's why we like John.  He's been there, and he knows that we need IBUPROFEN.  We like John.  He make the pain go away.....
"Oh... that poor man and his great big head.  So sad."
That's it folks.  Come see us at The Revival, and remember to go to the big Greg Biltz / Jim Hiller show coming up on Wednesday April 17th.  It's going to be a dandy and we need to get out and support those fine Players.  Take it easy folks.  Be well.
No where near enough fiber in the diet for these guys.