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"Waaaaaaaah!
"Yeee-haw! Shucks almighty that was some good eatin the other night!"
For those that missed, the Corndawg/Juan Huevos/Popnoname show may have become my newest favorite ever show at Nightlight. Not only did I have a total blast at what was basically an awesome party, I thought the musical progression of the night was an exemplary take on the twisty/trny creat-a-tronic power that Nightlight is capable of.
Popnoname's techno-inspired balladry offered a wonderful jumping off point. The crowd was tardy, and as such, many folks were treated to an entry complete with Popnoname in a white outfit reminiscent of David Bowie or Prince, playing guitar, whilst the video projections provided by tourmates Giorg and Ursula gave the venue a stimulated verve. The dancing was stellar and the smiles were wide for the surprised and the expectant as well.
Then, with a little elapsed time for set-up, Johnny Corndawg, aka BigDicksonDawgNuts aka John Charles Corndawg, aka Corndawg, began what was an immensely pleasing, entertaining, varied, and fun set of songs that I think just about ANYONE can get into. Really, next time Corndawg comes to your town you have to see him. His delivery and cadre of songs with a tiny hint of darkness but a huge chunk of smiley sauce and chopped onions and melted cheese are truly inspiring and thought-provoking. I say that in as much that Johnny's songs brought a big grin to my face and the nostalgia of days past that were more adventurous. Johnny makes you want to don jean shorts and jump off a rock into a cool pool of water. Or just makes you want to hoot and holler and say "HeyyalLLLAwoooOOOOOO!"
Juan Huevos's music has only recently began to infect my life. I knew not of the white boy rp revival that seems to be an undercurrent on the Hill. The songs, with their juvenile sense and ridiculous bounty of jerky whiffle-pop-rap, are like neon rave mangos. Not even stiff delivery guys or soft couch cushions can resist bopping around and getting kinda randy. A Juan Huevos show is not only a single guy's best chance of scoring, it is also an excellent excuse for slogging beverage on a weeknight. It begs your imbibing self, and beckons the clean and sober as well, for the dark rooms usually insist on slishing bods of various fabric!
Too bad I tripped over a cord or we could have played computer laptop itune jams through our clean-up stage, but I still have the memory of the whole ordeal to tide me over. I also have a brand-new airbrush t-shirt, one of a kind, made by Corndawg hisself, which is sweeter than iced waffle cone bits on a bunny-crust peach pie baked in a chocolate oven on Mother's Day!
Popnoname's techno-inspired balladry offered a wonderful jumping off point. The crowd was tardy, and as such, many folks were treated to an entry complete with Popnoname in a white outfit reminiscent of David Bowie or Prince, playing guitar, whilst the video projections provided by tourmates Giorg and Ursula gave the venue a stimulated verve. The dancing was stellar and the smiles were wide for the surprised and the expectant as well.
Then, with a little elapsed time for set-up, Johnny Corndawg, aka BigDicksonDawgNuts aka John Charles Corndawg, aka Corndawg, began what was an immensely pleasing, entertaining, varied, and fun set of songs that I think just about ANYONE can get into. Really, next time Corndawg comes to your town you have to see him. His delivery and cadre of songs with a tiny hint of darkness but a huge chunk of smiley sauce and chopped onions and melted cheese are truly inspiring and thought-provoking. I say that in as much that Johnny's songs brought a big grin to my face and the nostalgia of days past that were more adventurous. Johnny makes you want to don jean shorts and jump off a rock into a cool pool of water. Or just makes you want to hoot and holler and say "HeyyalLLLAwoooOOOOOO!"
Juan Huevos's music has only recently began to infect my life. I knew not of the white boy rp revival that seems to be an undercurrent on the Hill. The songs, with their juvenile sense and ridiculous bounty of jerky whiffle-pop-rap, are like neon rave mangos. Not even stiff delivery guys or soft couch cushions can resist bopping around and getting kinda randy. A Juan Huevos show is not only a single guy's best chance of scoring, it is also an excellent excuse for slogging beverage on a weeknight. It begs your imbibing self, and beckons the clean and sober as well, for the dark rooms usually insist on slishing bods of various fabric!
Too bad I tripped over a cord or we could have played computer laptop itune jams through our clean-up stage, but I still have the memory of the whole ordeal to tide me over. I also have a brand-new airbrush t-shirt, one of a kind, made by Corndawg hisself, which is sweeter than iced waffle cone bits on a bunny-crust peach pie baked in a chocolate oven on Mother's Day!
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