Perry Celebrates

Last minute call from Doze who wanted to have some fun with a tree costume of his own devising and a PA system.  Tasked me to help out himself, Bobo and D to provide spooky music, thus giving his spooky arboric antechamber the proper musical frisson.  My only reservation: since I was already in Day Gig Engineer Mode, I had little time to slap together any costume of sorts.  

Again, it was Delmar to the rescue.  Always on the lookout to further circulate Artifacts Straight From the Edge of Wacked, the Del Man had recently omiyaged me with a jokerʻs tri-triangulated and -jinglebelled jokerʻs cap, complete with Bushmillʻs logo for added hilarity.   That, along with presription shades whose mysterious disappearance Del had just solved using his own obscure deWildean logic, and a black shirt-and-trousers ensemble bought ages ago to satisfy the sartorial dictates of a Cecilio gig, was my costume. (Actually, the cap was down to one bell, the other two having been chewed off by my sweet squirmy 1-yr-old grandson Jack.) Aside from not being able to see the actual piano keys, the "costume" worked.

In any case, our musical/theatric proceedings were the hit of Hinano Street, for awhile gathering a bit of an uncomfortably large crowd blocking the thoroughfare in their enthusiasm for it.  But then the kids went home and the teenagers came out.  Of course, they were much too cool for such a specatacle, so we all went off to Ojisanʻs for some delicious refueling.

Happy All Hallowed Eve Evening laʻdat

Perry