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3 A Leap Year: It’s Time…

Ladies and Gentlemen,

We in the Dirty Bourbon River Show have been hard at work these past weeks since our last Southeast tour. There has been much writing and learning, much rehearsing and perfecting, we’ve finished recording our 2012 releases and filmed a music video for one of our upcoming singles, and yet there is still so much to do!

After a successful Mardi Gras show in our hometown, the Dirty Dirty, New Orleans herownself, we prepare for a brief return to the midwest next week ->

and then a few shows leading up to the grand release of Volume III and the kick off of our four-month-long national tour!

However, despite all of the wonderful shenanigans we have in store for you, we have a serious matter to tend to:

WE NEED A NEW VAN!!!!!

Friends and family, before we embark on our great quarter-year journey that begins with a trek back to the wonderful, beautiful, and treacherous mountains of Colorado, we must secure a new mode of transportation!

I’m sure all of you at one point or another have seen our hulking, sagging, meandering beast of a van and probably heard her grunts and sighs of protest, too! She’s stood the test of time so far, but her journey is coming quickly to an end. I’ll put it this way: she’s got no A/C or heat, no insulation, completely busted shocks, and an engine held together in some parts with whatever we could find to do the job! For as lovely and enduring as she’s been (and she is a trooper!), it is simply time to upgrade to something that will not ultimately kill us.

SO! If you’ve thought about donating and haven’t gotten around to it, PLEASE DO IT NOW! If you didn’t think we needed the money/a new van that badly, WE DO! If you have anything from a dollar to 20,000 of them lying around, please, PLEASE, help out your brothers and family in music and good times, the Dirty Bourbon River Show, to continue our quest to bring our ever-evolving original music to the world at large, so that we don’t end up like this!

Loved ones, please take a moment to search your hearts and your wallets in this time of the utmost seriousness. We are on the verge of greater things than ever before in this great journey, and we can’t do it without your help! For anything at all, no matter how big or small, that you can donate to our cause, we are eternally and deeply grateful.

0 Jimmie Was A Bum Leader

Started With Three Girls to Cemetery and All Got Lost.

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Three little black-eyed girls, who could not have been over 6 years old, all garbed in white dresses, in harmony with Easter, were found near Twelfth and Washington streets yesterday afternoon by Sergeant James Jadwin. The officer’s attention was first attracted when he noticed that the fourth member of the company, a boy about 8 years old, was crying.

“We’re all lost,” he managed to tell the officer.

“Yes, we are lost,” said the older of the three girls. “We live way over by Fifth and Harrison streets. We were going to the graveyard to put flowers on the graves, but Jimmie don’t know the way.”

Sergeant Jadwin surmised at once that they were Italian children, though it would have been impossible to have told by their manner of speech. Jimmie cried until the quartette reached the station, where he recognized the locality. The children were soon surrounded by the officers, who were more than amused by the oldest girl’s plain English, and her denunciation of Jimmie.

“He told us he would take us to the graveyard,” she said, her black eyes snapping. “Then he took us away and away,” and she dramatized the description by motioning with the hands the direction which they had taken. “Then, he’s a cry-baby, too,” she continued, “for as soon as he saw he was lost, he began to cry.”

“Can you write your name?” asked James Cummings, the telephone man.

In answer, the child took the officer’s pencil, and, with childish scrawl which was perfectly legible, she wrote the names of the three others, as well as her own name.

“Maggie Saoa” was her own name, she said, as she showed her skill to the officer. Her two companions, she said, were her cousins, Marie and Josie Saoa, who all lived in the same flat at 532 Harrison street. The boy was identified as James Scarcello, who lives at 536 Harrison street. Thee children were taken home by the wagon driver.

~ Kansas City Journal, April 12, 1909

0 Late Night Piano/Kazoo Improvisations

Yeah, it gets pretty wild from here on out…

0 Famous Beards in History: Walt Whitman

I mean, just look at that thing… what else can you say?

0 Greek Has Awakened Only Once in 35 Days

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LONG-DISTANCE SLEEPER PUZZLES HOSPITAL PHYSICIANS.

With Organs of Body Apparently in

Normal Condition, Every Ef-

fort to Arouse Carolmas

Has Failed.

sleeping_greek — GEORGE CAROLMAS, THE SOUND SLEEPER OF THE GENERAL HOSPITAL

Lying on a cot in the insane ward at the general hospital, George Carolmas, a subject of the king of Greece, has for thirty-five days been asleep without interruption except for one day last week. Before being removed from his rooming house, 15 West Fifth street, on March 12, he has slept for four days.

Carolmas came to America from his home in Athens, about eight months ago. He worked on the railroad as a track layer after arriving in Missouri. Like most of the thrifty foreigners, Carolmas saved most of his wages and horded it for the proverbial rainy day. In some way which has not been satisfactorily explained he lost his little savings and brooded over his misfortune.

The Greeks who knew him were aware that Carolmas was brooding over his loss, but little attention was paid until March 8. That morning Carolmas failed to get up and go to work. His landlord knocked on the door of his room several times during the day to awaken him, but failed to receive any response. In the afternoon he entered the room and discovered that his roomer was sound asleep and that speaking to him or shaking him would not waken him. Becoming frightened the Greek landlord summoned Dr. George Ringel of the emergency hospital.

~ From the Kansas City Journal, April 13, 1909

0 Summer Playlist #1

342845_408347725_purple-rose-lindamx_H050636_L — July 1st smells good...

1. Green Grass – Tom Waits
2. Frog Went A-Courtin’ – Kyp Malone
3. Empty Bones – The Growlers
4. Horny Hippies – The Dodos
5. Nantes – Beirut
6. There She Goes – Dirty Bourbon River Show
7. Holy Shit – Kyp Malone
8. Beast of Burden – Rolling Stones
9. I’ll Try Anything Once – Julian Casablanca
10. Try A Little Tenderness – Otis Redding
11. Fables – The Dodos
12. Trampled Rose – Tom Waits

Keith Richards — fill my empty bones, for I was an heavy stone