“Always after my lucky charms, looks like I’m gonna hafta throw one in there.” And everything gets thrown in – flavors from all over the house. Is that blipping from a cell phone? The car beeping in the garage? And some kid’s toys blissfully join in to keep the ears happy. The vocalist travels all over, from TommyRoe to TomJones to TomWaits, and - of course, he’s none of these. He’s just playing his good old happy self, dancing all over the stage with complete abandon. The drummer and bass player are awarded a patience prize for keeping this organized chaos from getting out of hand. Very cool.
Afterthem