Hey, Nakedman - how goes it - did you know that Canada sucks kannuck!? Juss kidding! Heh. Hey, Nakedman: I remember when we were driving in that taxi in Prague, or was it Ostrava? and you told me about that guy who had a radio in his penis. Hey, Nakedman: Remember how we ended up in that hotel room with those three girls at 7 am, who strummed our (?) guitars, and sang together that song so beautifully, known only to hungarians and lullaby gypsies!? Oh, how sweet that was! They sang little songs just for us, remember? as we sipped becherovka like rock stars. Remember how you danced with that cute blonde (in MY t-shirt!) as you wrapped your tongue around her, and the club played Monkey Business, and we were all tha starz! Good times, good times ...
Hey, Nakedman: DID YOU GET THE "LIVE IN SWITZERLAND" CD I sent you??
Talking about the one where the crowd went wild, and Norwood got high, with his hand on some nice french gal's ass! (Sorry, mom.) It's, er, all about the Music! Yes, yes. And Johnson played a mean guitar ... yes, yes - that's the one! Did you get it, punk? You were on stage! You were there, Voodoo Priest, yes, yes, tha vibe is defintely on that CD. Sounds ungodly good. You hoocha-coochah momma, you! You raider of young girls' dreams! You Jimmy waxed piece of fine artistic equilibrium! Yes, Nakedman, you! DID YOU GET THE CD?? I wonder if it will turn into one of those infamous bootlegs (it already has!) and if people will dig your vibe off to tha side. You were defintely RIGHT THERE, as I sang my little heart out ... the World Premier of "Down On Tucker Farm!" Yes, I wonder if sexy girls in France (and boys, hmm, hmm ...) will listen to said bootleg, and wonder aloud,
"What's the Nakedman doing right now?"
Just the other day, someone was looking at the Calico flyer, and asked me, "So your band is called NAKEDMAN?" Har! I swear it's true - Unglaublich! Doof!
Hey, Nakedman: Remember how we'd always whistle like Clint Eastwood in Berlin (hey, that's a cool new song title!) from "The Good, The Bad, And The Ugly," and then one day someone whistled it back! Oh, those quiet Hinterhof moments. Remember how we jammed with Hong Kong Bob into the wee hours, something like' "Hey, Li'l Belgian Schoolgirl ..." An instant jazz classic!
Hey, Nakedman: Do you realize that just that first night alone, in Bern, I spent 60 dollars on wine! In Vino Veritas! Man, we had a whammy of a time!
Hey, Nakedman: Remember us sitting in Zurich, drinking coffee! (Not talking about the night the guy told us about shooting a cow with a bazooka, alledged.)
Hey, Nakedman: Put your incredible Voodoo powers to work, on this New Model Army tour for December ... then we can do it all again! The spirits are with us! (Talking about schnapps, of course ...)
Hey, Nakedman: Do you realize that you bear a striking resemblance to Tony Two-Chains! (Let's get to the REAL point, ok.) Would you like to meet him? It can be arranged ... He's internationally inclined. He speaks Canadian, but is originally from Jersey. I think you guys could trade tales, and save the world.
-Todd 007
Posted by calico at September 30, 2003 11:42 PM