Here is a logo design I did for Ms. Jo's new lounge. Don't do much design work anymore. Kinda miss it. BTW, if you haven't been by yet-GO!
Social Media at it's best.
This showed up on my phone from Kevin Farney, , , Hey baby, wanna come over to Myspace and Twitter my Yahoo 'till I Google all over your Facebook!
Who is closing August 16th?
A Boise Nite Club is closing August 16th. But which one? BTW does anyone need a cubed ice machine, or 160 chairs, 17 little tables, a pool table, maybe a Bud Light light. You haul by- you got it. . . wait, wait,
August 16th.
Why would a bartender need a certifcate?
Or now I am certifiable!
Missing Child
Can't even imagine how hard this is for this youngters parents. Hope they find him safe and soon.
BTW this came from a post on my son Don's IdahoRadioNews.com site. Thank you for sending this my way.
Feel free to foward this along.
Sad Update-RIP Robert
Boise Art Museum
BAM, spent a few hours in the Boise Art museum, this summer. 1st with the Ansel Adams installation and twice this last week looking at the amazing work of visual artist Devorah Sperber.
If you want a new perspective on how our minds work to interrupts the world, go!
Update w/pics BBS Picnic
Needed this to update the Facebook folks too.
In a hotly contested contest the Boise Blues Society members voted to send Lori B! and Danny Boy and Harpo to Memphis to compete in the International Blues Competition in January. The Blues Picnic was a great success, we ate, drank, signed up some members, but most of all enjoyed some very good music. I'll post pics soon.
| Danny Boy McCoy myspace.com/harpodannyboy dannyboymccoy@live.com 24.117.85.100 |
Submitted on 2009/07/21 at 11:28am
We want to thank the Boise Blues Society and all the members who voted for us Sunday. We will do our very best to represent Idaho and the BBS Membership proudly. We also want to acknowledge the great job the Bodo Brothers did. I am personally so proud of those kids and look forward to watching them progress into a headliner. Hope to see all of you as we start the fundraising efforts. “Keepin’ the Blues Alive” - Danny Boy |
Photo Friday-The Answer!
Any body know were I took this one?
It is taken on the side of the Boise City National Bank building at 8th & Idaho. Bad Irish is the tenant this week!
Blues Picnic Reminder-Lori B!
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Couple of things. Don't forget Sunday Blues this coming Sunday, July 19th at Julia Davis Park from 12-6. Lots fun for the whole family!! PLEAAAAASEEEEEEE WE NEED VOLUNTEERS FOR THE BBS BOOTH. WE WILL HAVE A LOT OF STUFF GOING ON WITH THE COMPETITION, MEMBERSHIP, T-SHIRTS, CD'S AND I DON'T WANT TO STAY IN THE BOOTH ALL DAY. PLEASE COME VOLUNTEER. 12-6 IS THE TIME AND DEPENDING ON HOW MANY PEOPLE SHOW WE WILL SPLIT INTO TWO TIME SLOTS. 12-3; 3-6.
THANK YOU SO MUCH!!
Also, see below. Looks like Jim Teeter has brought us another great Blues Band Monday night, July 20th, coming through Boise. Hope you aren't too tired from Sunday to keep the blues a'rollin! We'll have lotsa fun then too.
Curley Taylor & Zydeco Trouble (Sunset, LA) Curley Taylor was born and raised in Louisiana and has been around music all of his life. At the age of 16 Curley started playing drums in his father's band, (Jude Taylor & His Burning Flames) which is deep in Louisiana Blues, Soul and Zydeco. By the age of 25, Curley had played drums for some of Louisiana's finest legends including: CC Adcock, Steve Riley, John Hart, "Lil" Bob of the Lollipops, and his uncles, "Lil Buck" Senegal and Wayne "Blue" Burns. He traveled with CJ Chenier, also considered a great Louisiana legend. While traveling with Mr. Chenier, Curley found an interest in playing the accordion. After practicing and playing the accordion, Curley enjoyed it. He was told he "played the drums and the accordion with great emotion and natural feeling."
Photo Friday-I coulda' had a V8
The Vibe on Vista
Come by after work tonight for the Vibe-I am showing my big stuff, and having a sale, what more could you want?
Downtown Boise Bar - $170000 (Boise Idaho)
From Craiglist-Any guesses?
Reply to: sale-jst7e-1270387519@craigslist.org [Errors when replying to ads?] Date: 2009-07-14, 6:46PM MDT
Downtown Boise Bar. . . Awesome Location, Great Long Term Lease, Option to purchase Liquor License. Perfect for an owner operator. Current owner selling do to relocating. Serious inquiries only. . . Confidentiality Agreement will be required along with Financials. Partial Seller Carry Maybe Possible. Please email for more information.
Here is a little fun that started on Facebook. . .
Grab the book nearest you. Right now. * Turn to page 56. * Find the fifth sentence. * Post that sentence AS YOUR STATUS. AND POST these instructions in a comment to this status. * Don't dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST book BTW- I was at Dawson's Downtown! "For more than 25 years, anglers all over the world have trusted the unmatched strength and durability of Ugly Stick fishing rods." Cabela's Spring Edition 2008
Here are the 1st round of comments from my FB post
Elise Post Rising at 5:51pm July 13
"Ferns grow here and daisies too." Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein
"And my child, i thought you knew...I live here, and so do you." at least, i think that's how th
"When a couple wants out of a marriage, they can do terrible thngs to each other." Pawley's Island, Dorothea Benton Frank The Sidewalk Ends would be more fun....
Bed'rid'den (-rid'n) adj. confined to bed by illness, infirmity, etc.
Websters New World dictionary
The Vibe on Vista
Here is the poster. BTW, I am having a Vibe sale. Clearing out some old stuff, clearing out some different stuff. Gennerally just cleaning house. Want a Boise collage? $100.00.
Wisdom
If you don't believe in aliens-go to a Wallmart at 3;15 AM.
What a Weekend-Reminds me of the old days.
Better break out your dancing shoes and save up for a taxi this Saturday. It is time for a good old bar run. 1st stop, 9p- Lori B! and the Blue Diamonds at the Jo's new Sunshine Lounge. This is the place to get your grove started, the drinks are good, the service is better and the music will be outta site. Next stop Grainey's basement for a little disco with the full on $oul Purpose experience. Then wobble over to Gilly's in time to sing Piano man with Tauge and Faulkner.
As the kids used to say. . . Let's drink!
Can't handle the pace. . . Catch $ouls Purpose Friday. Repeat Saturday.
India?
The year of the cock!
This bit of wit comes from Ms. Vivian, thanks. . . Coincidence? Don't know if this is just a sick coincidence but....
2007 - Chinese year of the Chicken - Bird Flu Pandemic devastates parts of Asia
2008 - Chinese year of the Horse - Equine Influenza decimates Australian racing
2009 - Chinese year of the Pig - Swine Flu Pandemic kills hundreds of pigs/humans around the globe. It gets worse........ Next year......
2010 - Chinese year of the Cock - what could possibly go wrong?
"Monkey's look down on you, sheep won't have sex with you"
Found this on craiglist, an amazing use of a thesarius. I expect it has been published before, but it is quite scathing. . .
You vulgar little maggot here in BOISE ID.
You are a canker. A sore that won't go away. I would rather kiss a slug than be seen with you. You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon.
You are a bleating foal, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beast who sired you and then killed himself in recognition of what he had done. Your daddy was a bastard, your mamma was a whore, and you wouldn't be here if the rubber hadn't tore. I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of you.
You have all the appeal of a booger. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. And did I mention you smell?
You snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you loose to fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of your ignoble blood.
May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of your own trite, foolish beliefs. You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Sheep won't have sex with you only trash such as yourself.
You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. And what meaning do you expect your delusionally self-important statements of unknowing, inexperienced opinion to have with us? What fantasy do you hold that you would believe that your tiny-fisted tantrums would have more weight than that of a leprous desert rat, spinning rabidly in a circle, waiting for the bite of the snake?
You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a disease, you puerile, one-handed, slack-jawed, drooling, meatslapper. On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool.
You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of a used condom. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go. You smarmy lagerlout git. You bloody woofter sod. Bugger off, pillock. You grotty wanking oik artless base-court apple-john. You clouted boggish foot-licking twit. You dankish clack-dish plonker. You gormless crook-pated tosser. You churlish boil-brained clotpole ponce. You cockered bum-bailey poofter. You craven dewberry pisshead cockup pratting naff. You gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed coxcomb. You dread-bolted fobbing beef-witted clapper-clawed flirt-gill.
You are a fiend and a coward, and you have toe jam. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go away forever.
I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are. I mean rock-hard stupid. Dehydrated-rock-hard stupid. Stupid, so stupid it goes way beyond the stupid we know into a whole different dimension of stupid. You are trans-stupid stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid collapsed on itself so far that even the neutrons have collapsed. Stupid gotten so dense that no intellect can escape. Singularity stupid. Blazing hot mid-day sun on Mercury stupid. You emit more stupid in one second than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. Nothing in our universe can really be this stupid. Perhaps this is some primordial fragment from the original big bang of stupid. Some pure essence of a stupid so uncontaminated by anything else as to be beyond the laws of physics that we know. I'm sorry. I can't go on. This is an epiphany of stupid for me.
After this, you may not hear from me again for a while. I don't have enough strength left.
Loaded? My Friends? Not on Facebook!
