Today’s Music: Stan Getz – Autumn Leaves
You can see his inner Beatnik hidden in the ruffles.
Tonight’s special guest Marvin Suggs, resplendent in a very sparkly vest, stands behind the Mupphaphone, mallet at the ready.
Who knows what excitement giddy-ifies his brain? No one can tell from his expression, as he is a consummate performer.
The stage goes dark. A single burning diamond white LED picks out El Guapo as he strides to the microphone, his beret cutting a swirling path through the cloud from his clove cigarette.
Ice
The desolate wind
*ow*
blows
through my
*ow*
soul.
*OW*
The scrub trees of the plain
*ow OW Ow*
shiver
*owowow*
with remorse.
*Owwwwww*
I huddle deep
*OOOoowwwwWWW*
within
*ouch*
my
*oh*
own skin.
*oWowOW*
Even though it
*owwwww*
is
*ow*
Spring.
*OWowOW*
The wind is a reflection
*owOWow*
of the dark.
*OwOwOw*
The polite
*ooooow*
considerate
*owow*
dark…
*Owwwwowowow*
I
*ow*
blame
*OW*
Canada.
*OWOWOWOowowoW*
Coooooool…
And for those of you unfamiliar with the Muppaphone:
Guapola 