Filthy Pilgrims, Sexy Squaws
Thanksgiving came six
days early as the LGC
Plymouth-rocked The Sunset House this past
Friday eve. Not only was there a cornucopia of
Cocktail loyalists dancing their collective asses
off, but a whole new crop of pie-eyed pioneers
came out to witness the spectacle, too.
Thanks of course to
everyone, but the big
Thanksgiving Drumstick of Love goes out to Plushie,
Slushie and Crushie Lush, whose hips (and skimpy
outfits) brought fire from the sky and whipped up a
gravy none will soon forget.
And check out the gallery of new
photos from the gig! (More Lush-shots and even
some of the band!)
Next up - private party on December 1st at
Putnam Valley's German American Club and then
Hot Shots in Newtown, CT on
December 7th - a day which will live in infamy.
Rumor of the week - St. Pauli Dangerously's EMT training saved his own ass Friday night....
Seafaring Tragedy
(show goes on)
In case you hadn’t heard, our own
Otto Wino met with an unfortunate fishing
accident last weekend off the coast of Nova
Scotia. Seems the great white he was trying to
gaff whipped around and tore off a substantial
chunk of Otto’s foot before escaping into the
dark depths.
Unfazed, Otto cauterized the wound with a hot knife and a fifth of overproof Jamaican rum. The accident was unfortunate, but the rum sacrifice a true tragedy.
Nevertheless, this Friday’s gig at Peekskill’s Sunset House will go on despite Otto’s hobbled state. Although he has vowed to rock in an upright position, the band is adamant that he not bleed to death (on stage anyway) and may force him to rock seated. Come witness this new unravelling drama, plus the glory and the power of all that is LGC, and for God’s sake, please help Otto carry something at some point during the night.







