TrolleyBuzzFeb282002

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...).

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.

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Three pros sitting and talking. Mitchell "New Daddy" Jessie, the cool guy Jim Hiller, and Sir Gregory Biltz. These gents got together on stage and really tore it up. Had the whole scene singing.

Well, another week, another wacky night at The Trolley Stop for The Acoustic Revival. Two birthdays were noted, each being celebrated by fabulous babes. We had another delightful visit from Heather, Jenny, and Starla, the lovely Bullwinkle's babes. Boy, these girls must own stock in a beer company. Then there was Danni. Fresh off of her chest assisted defeat of the notorious FezPimP, she was in the kitchen cooking away when fumes from the stove gave her visions. In this pic she's sure she has seen a large pair of buttocks flying off with her spatula.

His name is Seth. Seth Bond. The Leopard Woman is his love interest, but perhaps she is a double agent! And then there is The Supervillian. He is Avis Von Turtleneck, and his plan is to take over the world. How? Well... he hasn't got that figured out yet. It's going to involve cornering the international wool market, but he really hasn't ironed it out yet. But, boy, when he does, we are in SUCH trouble.

Lots of folks come out to the show, and off to the left there you can see a whole table full of them. Now, on the right is this week's Fashion Edge. Again, very cool. Note the Texas belt. Nice work again this week kids.

Hey! Look! Another pretty girl, and she's about to have the moves put on her by Gordon Lightfoot! Run, fawn like beauty, run! He'll make you sing "Edmund Fiztgerald"!

Man, this is the worst. Trying to remain smooth after being caught looking down a girl's shirt. Look at him. So mortified that he has fallen victim to some sort of seizure. And her, smug and bold, knowing that she has scarred him for life. Moments after this, in a fit of panic, he offered her a ciger and she shattered his clavicle with a fell blow from her forearm.

There was some extraordinary music being made during all these hijinks (as usual). Greg Biltz and Jim Hiller have got quite a combination of skills and when they get together on a song it's just amazing. You want to be sure and catch them at The Revival. Darren Maddox is a talented guy who writes some seriously funny songs. He usually get on late, but he is worth the wait. Marishah was on hand, and she just gets better every time she plays. Be looking for her songs on this very web site soon. Kevin Serey is has quickly become a favorite at The Acoustic Revival, a genuinely talented Player and I'm going to be adding some information about his upcoming gigs as soon as he get it E-mailed to me. Scott Marshall came out with a bud who did a DAMNED good job with some Irish Punk, but Scott neglected to write down his name. Bastard. This of course will be added when I get the data. Also on hand was Marc Homan, doing his thing.

Again, no idea what went wrong over here. Not a single parasite on this guy when his buddy was done.

Beer make Kevin happy. Beer good.

Many of the folks who come out don't even make an attempt to groom each other.

Jason "HUGE" Ruge is not a dude to be trifled with. One look at The Huge One's face and you can see is about to lay a righteous whupping on a loser who dissed his chick. Fortunately, she convinces him to take it easy on the loser, who shuffles away unaware that he's just missed out on a thumping.

More pals, hanging out. We like them.

Ah, Starla. She's trying to punch me out with her lips.

Oh! There's the lady who clobbered the guy for looking down her shirt! QUICK! Look at something else.

Anybody who was at the last Revival remembers this guy. He was so overwhelmed by the musical stylings of Darren Maddox that he launched into an extended tribal dance. Before anyone gives me a hard time about the quality of some of these pictures, please be aware that they are perfectly fine. The guy himself is completely out of focus. His performance ended abruptly when he dashed from the bar and viciously assaulted a shrub with his skate board.

Well hello baby! Here's our Marishah showing that a big time sex appeal and a jumbo sized goofy laugh are not neccessarily incongruous. Maybe the thing I love most about this woman is that she refuses to be definable. Ah, my children, The Marishah is many things to many people...

Kept waiting for these guys to start singing "Man Of Constant Sorrow". No luck, but the guy on the left did kill, clean, cook and eat a gopher. Actually, it was sort of a gopher village...

No. He's not one of the best bass players in Dayton. No way, no how. He's one of the best bass players I've seen anywhere. Kelly Nichols can do it all with style, and man I'm not playing. KC and I are going to get something going at some point, and then you can see for yourself..

Gratuitous? Three fabulous babes, sexy outfits, lots of teeth, animals skins. Hell yes it's gratuitous. Hopefully, if there is a god, I'll be able to get this gratuitous every week right here on the TrolleyBUZZ page.

King Of The Damned?
Scott Marshall reveals a side of himself few have seen - the back of his tongue. Any performer will tell you that comfort on stage is paramount. Scott is the poster child for this concept. So at home is the crooner, that he once again graced the hallowed Trolley Stop with one of his now infamous belches. This one, which he referred to as "The Skullcracker", actually produced a visible fissure in the foundation of the building.

Oh yeah baby. You know I'm talking about you. Your liquid moves, the way you feel in my hand, how wet you get, it's all I want - all I NEED. And how you slide down when I put my lips on you, oh baby. So much, too much, so much. Just when I think I can't take it, I go to the men's room and next thing I know there's room for more. More fun, more games, more passion, more play, more of you my lovely, lovely thing. Time for more...
Beer Love...