TrolleyBuzzMar142002

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. 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!

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We interrupt our regularly scheduled shinanigans here to offer a moment of thanks to a guy who made the call that got the ball rolling with The Acoustic Revival down at The Trolley Stop. Who is this gentleman? Why, none other than Marty Romie. You probably know him more as a musician - he is the bassist that performs with Noah And The Stratocats, and he has been THE "low end man" around Dayton for quite a while. He is also the talent director for The Trolley Stop. It twas' he that contacted me and KC about doing something at The Trolley on Thursdays. Oddly enough, we had been trying to work out how to get something like this going somewhere in our beloved

home town. So I guess the answer to the question "Who is this gentleman", is that he is the guy who placed his faith in
KC Kelly and The Reverend Dave, as well as every other Player who has ever graced the stage at The Acoustic Revival. Some nay-sayers (as well as some openly hostile types) called this show dead before it was started. But as anyone who comes out to the bash knows, we've all created a scene that simply didn't exist before. We've all done something fine, and Marty and Robin and The Trolley Stop are a huge part of how it happened. So - no joke - THANK YOU! And seriously, if you're a Player and you see this face at The Revival, he don't have to pay for anything. Dig?

Where to begin? So much happens at your typical Acoustic Revival show that it boggles the noodle. One thing I must do is welcome our new TrolleyBabe, Denise. She's very nice, and she works very hard, and she's part of the whole deal at The Trolley now. So - all kidding aside - be very nice to her and, as with all the great people at our musical home, lay down the MONEY! Leave some bucks for the folks who make the show possible. Welcome DENISE!

Many Players made it out, of course. There's Billy Donth, playing and sounding better than ever. I'm not sure who that woman in white is, but men seem to be magically drawn to her brassiere region (Kevin Hardwick is, at least). There's brother Jim Foreman, and Elderly Brother and fine Player in his own right. Chad Johnston made the scene, and in spite of a deep and abiding terror attack, he turned in a fine set (trust me Chad, it goes away after awhile and EVERYBODY had it at first, especially me). And there's our friend Kevin Serey and a Fabulously Beautiful Babe. Kevin always gets the FBBs. He's got some gigs coming up, by the way. See his Player page for more details. You really MUST check him out, because the brother can bust up a guitar. GO SEE HIM!!! Oh, and then there were large groups of random crazy people who always seem to gather when the goofing off stops and the REAL party starts.

The tunes flew on Thursday. Of course we were all duly stunned by the new HyBriD AcoUstiC MiNd SCreW RoCK of Scott Marshall and Kevin Hardwick. Two guys who are stretching out and bringing some new sound to the shebang. And then there are the two guys these youngsters credit for their inspiration, Greg Biltz and Jim Hiller. It deserves mention again; each of these guys are capable of magic in the solo setting, and they pull off some true wizardry together as well. Dave Shields has an album close to finished, and we will provide full KC Kelly And The Reverend Dave coverage when we get the poop on this artist and his recording efforts. A new face! Matt Perkey stopped by and added his powerful to songs by Chad Johnston and Kevin Serey. Seems like a really nice guy too. Hope you come back brother! Oh, man, and then there is our Marishah. She is better every show! Her confidence and skill just seem to grow and evolve with every appearance. We're getting some additional "site content" up for her now and it will include lyrics, bio stuff and her own music for download. Stay tuned.

Here are a couple of examples of the average fan of KC and The Rev Dave, and The Acoustic Revival. A delightful music fan, who really dresses up a bar chair, and these guys below who were just too damn nice for words. They had a lot of positive things to say and KC and I really appreciate the hell of it. Thanks for the kind words, and get yourselves out again soon.

Evil. What is the nature of Evil? What vile influence moves some to take of the path of the Evil Super-Villian? What spectre fouls the thoughts of an ordinary man and urges him to attempt to destroy the virtuous and take over the world? And what golden light shines through to the soul of others, and prompts them to stand in the way of such a cackling doofus?

These are questions for another day, for now we must stagger open eyed toward the debacle that is this weeks edition of
Danni Versus The FezPimP.
We all the recall the initial battle, the groping, the snarling, the Giant Giggling Sully watching it all. And then against all odds Danni, rising above it all to emerge victorious by employing her Atomic Thunder Jugs.

These potent weapons, wielded rightously, were brought to bare in a sort of knocker-cranial sandwich attack. This caught the Fezinator off balance and resulted in his egg-shell thin skull exploding in a gory fountain of blood, bone, and brain.

Boy. Was he pissed. Even before he had finished collecting the little lumps of his boob-crushed noggin his plans for revenge were forming. The plan was so diabolical and naughty, so stinky and impolite, so rotten and grinchy in its extremity, that the FezPimP dropped his bag of head he was cackling so hard. His plan? To deliver the most awful attack in is arsenal, the dreaded Butt Punch.

The plot was simple: use Darren Maddox (another evil master mind) to distract the lovely Danni with a fake photo shoot for Questionable Hair Choice Magazine, and when she's smiling and posing, drop the Pooter Killer on her!

There she is, young, beautiful, popular around the world for clapping her bosoms for freedom and stopping the dastardly FezPimP. And then, just when she was preparing her Afro wig...

Needless to say the FezPimP was overjoyed at his latest victory over all that is decent. Poor Danni held back the tears bravely and tended to the FezPimP shaped dent in her rumps. She is bent, bowed, cracked even. But the glint in her eyes says more than a few tears. This fight isn't over. Not by a longshot!!! Standby for Danger! Standby for Action! Standby for a huge fist shaped bruise on Danni's tiny cheeks! STANDBY FOR - Danni Versus The FezPimP!!!

Hmm. Looks like three other super heroes made The Revival - Plaid Man, Dr. Cranky, and Mr. Laser Nipples. Oh! Look away from his tit! No, no. Actually they're just 3 nice guys who like music (and one of them will just happen to scald your cornea if you look at his chest). Come and see us again soon dudes.

Billy Donth is seen here with his new bike which, according to the folks who built it, will go more than 700 miles an hour. This is also the only production bike on the market with a personal restraint belt (essentially a seat belt). This is included, not so much for Billy's safety, but as an aid to ambulance drivers so they will not have to spend all night hunting for Billy's body.

This is Kevin Hardwick. He is playing his patented HyBrid AcoUsTic MiNd ScrEw music. Seated next to him is the sexy and dangerous Woman In White. She is expressing concern about whether or not I will catch Kevin gazing at her in an inappropriate way, photograph that moment, and then publish it on the World Wide Web. Out of consideration to her feelings, I will refrain from posting the pic of Kevin making a pained kissy-smoochy face at her rump.

Ah! The Lovers. We should all meet someone who makes us look like these guys. Many of you have noticed KC has been working out and getting in shape, which is fine but if I try to take her picture and the light isn't just right she's too thin to photograph (you can barely make her out in that pic to the right, standing next to the guy in the red shirt).

No one doubted it, and he proved himself again. Rian closed down the competition in this years Tour De Goofball. This tough competition consists of carrying a perfectly functional bicycle more than 60 miles, stopping at every legal alcohol distribution point along the way and drinking no less than half a pint of hard booze. The race ends at The Trolley Stop, and once again when the checkered flag flew Rian was the only participant who had not died of liver toxicity. Way to go!

Greetings, fellow theater lovers. Welcome to this most special edition of The Trolley Stop Drama Society's early Spring season. We have all marveled at the incredible depth of the cast this year, and we have each been enriched in important personal ways by their work. Mindi and Rian are, and I don't think this is an over statement, a God and a Goddess. Sometimes they are so good that I fear to look at them, lest the glory of the thespianism they shed turn me to a piller of salt (which actually occured to my dog, Crouton). Anyway, this week we watch in wonder as the dynamic duo tackle one of The Bard's great works - Romeo and Julieanne. We all know the beloved tale of forbidden love and it's tragic consequences, and now we see the greatest work of the greatest writer performed by the greatest actors. I fear I shall poop. No further ado! On with the show.

The city is Romona. A royal fued is underway between The Capulets and The Romulans. Romeo and Julieanne don't even want to speak to each other. Then, Romeo sees her with a ball and falls head over hairshirt in love with her. He's so wacky he goes to her window and yells at her. But her cousin, Tribbalt gets pissed and during a big fight scene kills Romeo's friend Mercurachrome, and Romeo gets pissed back and kills Tribbalt with a phone book. For doing this Romeo is going to be forced to move to Oakland.

Romeo figures if he and Julieanne can get married and have a quick hump that he'll be allowed to stay (which, sure, that makes a ton of sense). Julieanne meanwhile gets this idea of pretending to be dead for a while to avoid being forced to marry some other guy her folks are keen on named Paris. God what a ballshot! Hey pal, she'd rather be dead! Ouch. So she drinks a potion that makes her sleep and smell deceased. Romeo (who - thanks a lot - has been told NONE of this) finds his apparently croaked beloved and lose his damned mind. He's so upset about his dead stinky bride that he slits his sack with an asp and dies (for real).

Ok, you're thinking, "This can't get any stupider". WRONG. The potion Julieanne bought from Make Me Look And Smell Dead Inc. wears off and she rises and shines to find Mr. Silk Pants stretched out on top of her. Only he is as stiff as a damned board and he smells dead and he ain't frontin'. Dude is D-E-A-D. She gets a bit wiggy herself, what with the dead Romeo all over her, and she has to come up with a plan. Now, keep in mind this is the brainiac that cooked up the "Possum Routine" to get out of getting married. Her solution? She decides to kill herself. Fine. She does so, and for this production she makes the move with a Bic Medium Black Ball Point pen to the ear canal.

BRANDO! BRANDO!
Oh my God. I am so moved, so deeply deeply moved. Never has the confluence of chance in our world so perfectly aligned, that we may have beheld the glory that was this performance of this work of art. I may well have pooped. Suffice to say that the rotation of the planet Earth on it's axis must surely have slowed slightly in response to Rian and Mindi and the acting display they so courageously unfurled here. Another triumph for Mindi, Rian, and The Trolley Stop Drama Society.

Let's close this one out with a few more pictures of folks making music. I'm going to be letting everyone in on some very cool developments in the very near future and you better believe that they will be of interest to the many Players who come out to The Acoustic Revival. See you all Thursday!