And I say, "Go Gonzo ..."
Thank you, Doktor Yo-Yo!
This is for the amazing Yo-Yo Man from Canada. What a jam we had! We were the Session Parametics, we brought that jam back from the dead. 4 am and still kickin'. Tell ya, I think we took a wild idea and ran with it, hit a new plateau. Everybody does guitar solos, drum solos - NOBODY does a yo-yo solo! (not any more) Even Frank Zappa woulda been suprised and excited at that one. Pretty giddy, Geddy. I looked out at the crowd, and they were like, "What the fuck is going on?" Gaping mouths, that's how we like 'em. Yeah, that's right, we've got drum and bass, funky guitar, and my man is doing a solo with his yo-yo. "There is NO OTHER YO-YO SHOW in this town tonight!" Gonzo! Walk the dog, walk the dog. 'Round the world. Ya said you met Hunter S. Thompson once, and that is truly great. I submit that we invented the free-wheelin' solorific nu-style that night. A pre-cursor to the future of solos, perfect in it's form. Zany. Ultra. Limit-less.
Interlude: What is a yo-yo? A symbol of Life, up and down, up and down ...
And the two Finish kids in the crowd, one of them sporting his 18th birthday, swigged and said, "That was a sweet show." They stumbled back home through the autumn waters of the night. And some other guy came up to me afterward and said, "Ya know, if you guys fine tune that, it could be really good ..." Ha! He didn't know it was all just a gag. Even the part where your string got all tied up in knots, they thought that was part of the show! But you're still the Amazing Yo-Yo Man to me, King of the Yo-Yo Solo(s). Peace, -Todd
Posted by calico at October 15, 2007 12:05 PM