Pepper Pot

I would like to direct your attention to the far left. Can you see it? The new link to the podcast. Now I would like to direct your attention directly to your left, to the lady in the peignoir who is so excited about the podcast that she's thrown herself onto a filthy bed in a sleazy motel because she's too excited to stand. Did I say Lady. She's actually one of my dearest friends and sometime guest vocalist Dalia House. Funny story. We actually lived in an actual house together during many of these very recordings. I love this picture. Dalia had just recorded some farting noises for a song and she's celebrating by rolling around on the bed. And that's exactly what you should do when you listen to the next track. It's called 'Pepperpot' for obvious reasons and it's quite possibly one of our most under rated performances. Completely improvised of course, it's a textbook example of what happens when the Delta Blues meet Blue Peter. Sal and I had a great time. Lots of give and take. Me taking. Him giving. Then me taking again. And then I would give. We were joined by our regular lineup that included the idiiosyncratic guitar genius Adolf Diller, our loveable and groovesome bassist Yum Yum and on drums, the shaggy haired poet of tympani, Tim Pani. This is the twenty third song of our second album 'A Piece of Life.' It's a celebration of sex, love and sex.

Gabcast! ewe #10 - Pepperpot

A trip into the funkidiculous featuring Sal Surroundo.


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Podcast Celebration

Today was another cause for celebration. Ewe has made another leap. As you can see ewesies, I've upraded the old girl for you. I've added a little something called RRS or RSS or SSS or something with a lot of s's that will allow more people to find us. ( clapping hands together like the best cheerleader in the squad) Everybody say YAY! As well, I made it available to podcasts. Yes, you heard that correctly. I am now podcasting. Sure, the only pod I'm casting to is a school of dolphin off the coast of Catalina but dolphins are gossipy creatures and every celebrity goes to Catalina. It's only a matter of time before our audience is in the double digits. I hope we can handle the ride. You probably noticed that I just used the we word. That's because I've been thinking about all you who have been there from the beginning. Lana, Anonymous aka Orestonio,, Bi-Polar Bear,Carlos, and the newbies Guysterrules, mrratman, a_LIster, sandman,and of course k_batti the computer program. Her visit may have been brief but her impact will be great. Thankss everyone. (extra s courtesy of RSS) I would break open bottle of champagne but there doesn't seem to be any left. Liz loves her champers. So instead of champagne I burned my plastic patio furniture. I won't be needing it anymore anyway. From now on it's bamboo or nothing. Speaking of Liz, she's finally gone. The Lord of the Exchequer called. They forgot their password to the Royal Mint. What a relief. Don't worry. She'll be back. Slut, I mean Salut!

Grabbyhandy Cops a Royal Feel

Liz is still here if you can believe it. She's been here since New Year's Eve. It's one thing to have a queen overstay his welcome but it's another when it's a Queen. You'd think someone would notice that she's gone like maybe England but the truth is, no one's called, not even the exschequer. She's putting up a brave front but I can see it's affecting her. To cheer her up I'm posting a picture of her in her prime with some grabbyhandy stage manager of some sort who was backstage when Liz was getting ready to address Parliament. Looks like he thought he could cop an easy feel. The problem is, he was right. The Queen's a tart, there's no nice way to put it but I love the old gal. I just wish she'd go home.Gabcast! ewe #9 - A Queen's Lament

It's late at nght, there's no more booze, the drugs are wearing off and all you've got left is the music. Oh look, more drugs. Yaay!

Bare

This is a picture of Sal at a recording session in the late eighties. He never wore a shirt when he recorded and went everywhere with an extremely tall bass player called Tally. That's him in the background. Sal was a sweater, one of the best in the business, and the control booth as anyone knows is the hot seat so he chose to wear as little as possible. What can I say? It worked. LIsten to this little ditty recorded by the one take wonder Eddie Farce, also know as Pillory Delue, Bryan Billingsley, Scratch Simpson, Wesley Flap and Tom King. In it Eddie bares his heart about blue balls and Sal, knowing there's magic in the room, backs off and lets Art take the floor. I hope you enjoy this as much as I. If you become too emotional, feel free to leave a request in the comment room for Rebecca Fleck:Grief Counsellor at Large. She's always there for you. Take it away Eddie.Gabcast! ewe #8 - Bare

A Wig

Gabcast! ewe #7 - A Wig

A song about the enduring appeal of wigs. In this undated photo I'm wearing a little number from the Eva Gabor collection. It was known as 'Downtown' but on me it looked more like 'Trashtown'. If Eva knew what sights that particular number saw, she might never have started her line. My feeling is that wigs are children. All you can do is raise them the best way you know how and then let them out into the world to find their way and if that means me then so be it. At least the carpet matches the drapes. Look at it this way Eva. It could have been worse. It could have ended up on Zsa Zsa's head. I can just see the two of them in the afterlife fighting over one of Eva's wigs like an alternate world Dynasty. I know what some of you are thinking. That sounds like a nightmare. All I can say is, one man's hell is another man's heaven. At this point I would like to apologize to all the victims of Abu Ghraib but to be fair, the next time you find yourselves stacked up like cordwood try not to look so damn hot, As for the wig, it was a huge hit. I wore it for a gig at the 'Silver Dollar'. I also wore ripped tights, white cowboy boots, a halter and a chain mail jock. Sal wore nothing but a Japanese yew and a coke scowl. It was scandalicious. The best part was the audience. Those seven people never forgot that night.

Beverage

the perfect martini
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Gabcast! ewe #0 - Beverage

'Beverage' is another of the collaborations that were so much of a hallmark of 'Mouth Congress'. We rarely rehearsed and almost never performed and generally never even wrote anything down so it was very difficult to reproduce the right sound onstage. We made up for it by wearing lots of costumes which naturally we would remove until at the end of every show pretty much everyone on stage would be nude and I would be mounting either the drums, the drummer or the speakers. This technique allowed us to remain fresh or years. Some might even say that if 'Mouth Congress' were to return that they would be fresher than ever. I may be biased but I can't disagree. Cue 'groundswell of popular opinion demanding a comeback'. LIke Testicle Delight, it comes from the same album, " The War on Flowers', available soon from 'Super Greatest Lady Records'. As you listen , close your eyes and try to imagine what it was like that hot Summer of Like when beverage choice was so limited, a world before Snapple, Fruitopia, Infused Green Teas, Pomtini's and even the juice which changed the rules of the beverage world, 'Tropicana'.

Lady Photographer

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Gabcast! ewe #0 - Lady Photographer

This was an experimental piece created entirely in the studio by the legendary producer behind the band, Sal Surroundo, a refugee from Malta who landed in Toronto in the eighties out of nowhere and helped launch the 'Summer of Like' with his 'Coming In' party on the rooftop of Vaseline Tower. This Yoko Onoesque classic is a reflection of the times, a period when we 'flowers' were wilting on the vine and sometimes the vine got a little woody. Marco says to leave it there. He says I'm treading into 'hot' water, treacherous female waters where no man can survive not even me. Marco also says that's him in the song and that I'm hardly even in it. That may be true but what he forgets is that I brought the drugs.