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February 1977 Newsletter
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This month the traditional groundhog stuck her head out, and before she could even look for her shadow, the poor thing froze solid. She isn't expected to thaw out untill early June. ...Apparently, it's still winter. So let's look ahead to March. For the entire first week of next month, Fables will be engaged at the Red Oak. If you can't make it to south Jersey on the weekend, you now have the opportunity to hear them at their best on any weeknight. Be sure to wear your tatoo. Our favorite Mexican, Bruce Warren, will be taping the notorius five at the New Hampton Inn twice this month. If you want a copy of the recording, contact Mex via Ted Mooney ( some impertinent germ who asked to get his name in the newsletter) at ###-####. One Friday night last month, a lot of fans trudged through that mad blizzard to the Surburban expecting to hear Mad Fables-- the man they heard instead was Ralph Menke wailing on his ragtime piano. Ralph came to the rescue with entertainment while Spence, Farkus and Dugan sat stranded on a shoulder of the Turnpike with a broken down truck, all the equipment, and snow,snow, snow. (For those readers who have never met the band's truck, "Old Faithful", suffice it to say that the machine was once used to carry mail. Last year, the Post Office decided it was too beat for their purposes, so they turned back the odometer a quarter of a million miles and put it on the open market.) They eventually got the thing started again, but twenty miles ( or one hour ) later, the same thing happened. The three of them managed to keep their cool, so to speak, and continued to jerk their way up the highway. Along the way, they met some helpful policemen who set up flares on the road, and they met some less understanding ones who shoved a flare up Rheiner's nose when he tried to reason with them. Never break down on the New Jersey Turnpike. Meanwhile, at the Suburban, people were having a grand old time in spite of the lost musicians. Ralph pinch-hit with his music for the entire evening, everyone huddled in cozily from the storm, and it turned out to be a warm, congenial night.The missing Fables arrived safely after midnight. I'm not certain what the moral of this story is, but Mad Fables is certain that they need a new truck. Anyone with a reasonable offer, call Racky at ###-####. If you're calling for the Post Office, please go to hell. CORRECTION: In the last newsletter this writer claimed that the name of Jeff's new song is "New Jersey Nights". It isn't. Mario Mulligan Brussels, 1919 |
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