This is a cool story involving beer, sangria, [—censored —], guitars, an epic faceplant, and enigmatic synchronicity.
It begins in the WGSO studio, right there in the Booth of Truth, after our January 25 show. Our engineer, Rudy Dixon, told us about a new show on WGSO called "The Flip Side of the Coin," hosted by Gerard Rodrigues, Monday afternoons at five.
Rudy said that Gerard talks about a lot of the same issues we talk about on "Baldy and The Blonde."
Gerard, evidently, is brilliant.
Fast forward to last Saturday evening. A friend of mine called and said he met someone he would like to introduce me to. Some guy, get this, with a new show on WGSO called "The Flip Side of the Coin." As my friend tells the story, before he told Gerard that he knows yours truly, Gerard told my friend that he likes the "Baldy and The Blonde" show and wants to meet the hosts.
As I said, Gerard is brilliant.
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He should have come up plenty bloody with a
busted face and a smashed guitar, but man and
guitar arose like a Phoenix, unscathed, if not
from the ashes, then from a slick linoleum floor.
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So that was cool, but it gets better.
My friend also invited me to go with him to some guy's house to drink beer and play some music. That is, the other guys would drink beer and jam on their guitars while I drank beer. I accepted, despite the conspicuous and unfortunate absence of Scotch.
At some point, someone broke out some cheap sangria. A little later, a couple guys disappeared outside for a few minutes, during which time, I am pretty sure, they [—censored —] some [—censored —].
It was around this time I learned one of life's valuable lessons. I learned this: Beer, sangria, [—censored —], flip-flops, and unfamiliar stairs do not mix. At least not well.
This was cool: One of the musicians, while carrying an expensive guitar, attempted to negotiate said unfamiliar stairs while wearing flip-flops, shortly after partaking of said beer, sangria, and [—censored —]. And he executed the greatest faceplant of all time that did not result in serious injury or property damage. How he escaped tragedy, I have no idea. He should have come up plenty bloody with a busted face and a smashed guitar, but man and guitar arose like a Phoenix, unscathed, if not from the ashes, then from a slick linoleum floor.
Oh, the miracles of cheap alcohol and [—censored —].
Toward the end of the evening, more than two hours after I promised myself I absolutely, positively would leave, my drunk friend mentioned that I host a radio show. This intrigued the other drunks, who asked me what the show is about. When I told them what topics we cover, the girlfriend of one of the drunks said, " So you're like the Flip Side of the Coin."
Again?
"Oh, yeah," I told her. "But he's on Mondays at five. We're Wednesdays at five. Same station, though."
Blank look, followed by confused look. So I went on: "You know, the show: 'The Flip Side of the Coin.'"
And here's what she said (I swear): "I don't know what show you're talking about. I just made that up."
Enigmatic synchronicity, indeed.
It begins in the WGSO studio, right there in the Booth of Truth, after our January 25 show. Our engineer, Rudy Dixon, told us about a new show on WGSO called "The Flip Side of the Coin," hosted by Gerard Rodrigues, Monday afternoons at five.
Rudy said that Gerard talks about a lot of the same issues we talk about on "Baldy and The Blonde."
Gerard, evidently, is brilliant.
Fast forward to last Saturday evening. A friend of mine called and said he met someone he would like to introduce me to. Some guy, get this, with a new show on WGSO called "The Flip Side of the Coin." As my friend tells the story, before he told Gerard that he knows yours truly, Gerard told my friend that he likes the "Baldy and The Blonde" show and wants to meet the hosts.
As I said, Gerard is brilliant.
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He should have come up plenty bloody with a
busted face and a smashed guitar, but man and
guitar arose like a Phoenix, unscathed, if not
from the ashes, then from a slick linoleum floor.
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So that was cool, but it gets better.
My friend also invited me to go with him to some guy's house to drink beer and play some music. That is, the other guys would drink beer and jam on their guitars while I drank beer. I accepted, despite the conspicuous and unfortunate absence of Scotch.
At some point, someone broke out some cheap sangria. A little later, a couple guys disappeared outside for a few minutes, during which time, I am pretty sure, they [—censored —] some [—censored —].
It was around this time I learned one of life's valuable lessons. I learned this: Beer, sangria, [—censored —], flip-flops, and unfamiliar stairs do not mix. At least not well.
This was cool: One of the musicians, while carrying an expensive guitar, attempted to negotiate said unfamiliar stairs while wearing flip-flops, shortly after partaking of said beer, sangria, and [—censored —]. And he executed the greatest faceplant of all time that did not result in serious injury or property damage. How he escaped tragedy, I have no idea. He should have come up plenty bloody with a busted face and a smashed guitar, but man and guitar arose like a Phoenix, unscathed, if not from the ashes, then from a slick linoleum floor.
Oh, the miracles of cheap alcohol and [—censored —].
Toward the end of the evening, more than two hours after I promised myself I absolutely, positively would leave, my drunk friend mentioned that I host a radio show. This intrigued the other drunks, who asked me what the show is about. When I told them what topics we cover, the girlfriend of one of the drunks said, " So you're like the Flip Side of the Coin."
Again?
"Oh, yeah," I told her. "But he's on Mondays at five. We're Wednesdays at five. Same station, though."
Blank look, followed by confused look. So I went on: "You know, the show: 'The Flip Side of the Coin.'"
And here's what she said (I swear): "I don't know what show you're talking about. I just made that up."
Enigmatic synchronicity, indeed.