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 - Mar 28 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.

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HEY TEENS!  IT'S TrolleyBUZZ TIME!
This (late) TrolleyBUZZ page is going to start out right.  It's dedicated to... THIS GUY.  Now, you could be a weekly regular and not know who THIS GUY is.  And that's the point.  He's been out one time.  He didn't even know what The Acoustic Revival was.  Hell, the brother just stopped in for a beer.  His buds convinced him, with a lot of jawing, to get up and play.  So, reluctantly, he did. Well, THIS GUY blew the doors off the place.  Just killed.  The Trolley hasn't seen better very often.  Once again, that's the point.  Players are everywhere.  I mean The Real Deal, the genuine article, the journeymen (and journeywomen).  What was missing in Dayton was a place for these folks to come play, and that was the whole point of The Acoustic Revival.  No stars, no egos, no history, just the stage and the player and the song on that night.  And we hoped that the result would be that we'd find Players who would step up.  They have, and on this night, THIS GUY reminded everyone what The Revival is all about.  Meet Kyle Bowman, brothers and sisters.  He is a Player.  And if you're a Player, he gets you all fired up and wanting to play.  Thanks for stoking the fire Kyle.  Get back soon brother, get back soon.
We had old friends and new faces at this particular shindig.  Our first fiddle player, Christie Hagen, made a very welcome addition to the show.  She did some great stuff with Greg Biltz and Jim Hiller.  Mitchell Jessie stopped out and did one of his best sets ever, really tore it up.  Many regulars seemed to be especially lit up, and Marishah Paddock was really on fire for this Revival.  Marc Homan also got jiggy, and Darren Maddox got wiggy (which is similar, but funny).  Man, where do you get this much good music besides The Trolley Stop on Thursday night?  No where man, NO WHERE!
Ok.  Let's get into The Hair Thing.  Many of you have commented, some angerly, some with weeping and gnashing of teeth, on the abrupt and complete follicle make-over that our pal Scott Marshall has under gone.  Our otherwise placid buddy Britt Brand actually beat Scott rather severely over what she called his "...abomination-before-God hairdo...".  I think I've discovered a part of the problem.  Scott's previous wig arrangement recalled a youthful Bob Redford (without the truly enormous lamb-chop side burns of course).  Comforting, attractive, Butch and Sundance.  You know, nice.  But now, the working out and the buzzcut?  He resembles no one so much as a wooly Dolph Lundgren.  Chiseled, hard, Russian, mammoth chin implant.  Scary.  The thing for us all to remember is that beneath this new frightening Scott, there beats the heart of our beloved old buddy - HE is still there under that jagged weave and those Black Angus thick sliced muscles.  Our Scott is still alive, he is just a bit obscured by his transformation into a former Rocky nemesis.  Embrace this Scott, for he is, in spite of all this, our Scott.  And we LOVE our Scott.
Many people and happenings at this Revival.  The stars continue to come out and - man talk about coincidence - Dolph Lundgren showed up!  Scott was beside himself.  As if that wasn't enough a very lovely super model stopped in and, who's that on her arm?  Joe Pesci!  Big stars love The Trolley Stop.  Many of our pals made it out.  The ever delightful Danni was just as thrilled to have her picture taken as ever.  Mr. and Mrs. Britt dropped by, and BERZERKLE and his bud had a brew (and Brent played like a wild man).  A guy relaxing with his middle finger buried up his nose to the knuckle.  A giant beautiful babe.  Blondie and her grinning buddies.  Some Greg Biltz fans who we were very glad to see again.  Lots of music fans and just folks who know where to find an honest good time.  Welcome!  Welcome everyone!
The question has come up on a number of occasions: just exactly how large is The Reverend's head?  Sure, the average man on the street can see it's profound enormity.  But in a real world comparison, how big is it?  Here at last is a photographic comparison, at a space of about 22 inches, between a standard "Huge Male Human Head" (Scott Marshall's), and The Reverend Dave's giant bulbous circus style planatoid.  Take a look at that whopper SOB.  A close examination will reveal a complex circular web of particulate matter orbiting the cranium, sort of like what you'd see in the gravity wheel around the planet Saturn.  That's right folks - The Reverend's head has rings! Woohoo!  That's a big head!
Many of you who frequent these pages will recall a terrible experiment that went awry not too long ago when someone agreed to try one of the "Adult Beverage Tests" of one of our most best and loyal friends, Jason "HUGE" Ruge.  You'd think that awful outcome would disuade the normal girl from trying it again.  You'd be WRONG.
This poor woman was convinced by Sir Huge to drink something called a "Car Bomb".  At least I think that's what it was called.  By the time I was involved the screaming was deafening.  It involves drinking a beer, while at the same time swallowing a shot glass full of organic pine glue. Yum.  The pine glue was bad enough, but honestly, who would enjoy swallowing a shot glass?
The thing is, after all my silly stuff, that there is amazing music happening right here in our town!  Not to mention that Christie is teaching Greg how to Clog.  There's Kyle Bowman, the phenom, with the two mates that made him get up and kick everyone's hiney.  And damn!  Look at Mitchell's Missus!  Mrs. Gwen Jessie just had a baby?  Hard to believe.  Mitchell sings like he's got a good woman, I guess no one should be shocked.  And I am incapacitated by playing a couple of shows.  I am a wimp. Oh, and I think the Black Crowes broke up.  So I am sad.
Look at the humanity that wobbles through the doors of our beloved home, The Trolley Stop.  Two giant heads, one belonging to Darren Maddox and the other to Bigfoot, closed in on KC, and they almost got her but the flash scared em' away.  There's John and an unknown fabulous babe (he's always dripping with female company).  Woah!  Matt Perkey and his buddies made the scene, and they were also afraid of the flash.  And this dude here to the left, just looking for a little dignity, and he's found it on the TrolleyBUZZ page.  So many faces, so many nice folks.  Just remember The House and cast a bit of appreciation to Katie and Seth and John and Tonya and The Bishop and Denise and Danni and Marty and Robin, and The Trolley Stop.  They are our partners, thanks guys.
gHey Kids!  It's time for The Trolley Stop / Acoustic Revival Dance Party
Who's the man with the double-funky moves and Goldilocks charm?  That's the man they call Tomcat, and when it comes to rug cutting no one can hold a candle to him.  And the lady?  Just trying to find an exit.  But what woman could say no to the phat beats and slippery feet of brother Tom?  Kyle Bowman was laying down the Rhythm and suddenly the barriers fall away and she's dancing, dancing like she never danced before.  And after she gets her feet bandaged it will seem like a dream... a wonderful, somewhat painful, dream...
"...Uh oh.."
Gonna' close the show with a few howdy's and such.  Ah, there is The Bishop, as usual with a hottie under his powerful wing.  And some of our favorite people, Rian and Mindi, who will be taking on another Drama Society production as soon as they rest up enough.  Scott made it out!  Hi Scott!  And The Lovers! Hi guys!  They got that new baby of course.  There's me and John, who is also a big Black Crowes fan.  REALLY big.  Oh, and Giant Giggling Sully and The Sweet Birdy Girl, looking good.  And Tonya, who is very quiet, but nice and she works very hard.  One little bit of ugliness.  Britt Brand became a Zitfink when she pointed out a tiny pimple on this poor girl's face.  I mean, jeez I can't even see it.  Britt is a great big Zitfink and that's not nice.  Zitfink! Zitfink! Shame on you Britt.  Shame!