Showing posts with label Dash Rip Rock. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dash Rip Rock. Show all posts

Friday, August 31, 2012

3 Chords & the Truth: Running the option


Another football season has arrived, and that brings to mind a helpful analogy for 3 Chords & the Truth.


Something about how Nebraska used to be the king of option football, about how you can't touch this . . . will he keep it . . . or pitch it . . . something something . . . yadda yadda . . . keep 'em guessing . . . just like the music on the Big Show . . . something something . . . whatever.

Brilliant timing is what makes it work . . . flexibility . . . amazing to behold . . . blah blah blah . . . 3 Chords & the Truth.


WE CLEAR on that, podna? Really, it's just as simple as can be.

It perfectly explains why this week's episode of the Big Show is so dadgum good, dadgummit! Now I'm off to watch the game.

It's 3 Chords & the Truth, y'all. Be there . . . TOUCHDOWN!!!

Friday, June 15, 2012

3 Chords & the Truth: It's a mess


This week's program is a mess.

I mean, it's all over the place musically. Oh, I know
3 Chords & the Truth always is all over the place musically, but that's just your everyday, standard, all-over-the-place musical eclecticism.

What we're talking here is real chaos. Lucky for me I enjoy chaos. And in the case of this week's Big Show, I'm betting you will, too.

Let me put it this way: When did you have the most fun when you were a kid?

THAT'S RIGHT -- when you were making a mess. This week's show is one of those fun messes. That's really all I have to say about it.

I'm tired, it's the weekend, and I plan on heading to the College World Series. If you can sneak me a beer into TD Ameritrade Park here in Omaha on Sunday afternoon -- thereby giving the fickle finger of fate to the NCAA control freaks . . . aka "those g**damn Nazi bastards," as LSU basketball legend Dale Brown once famously tagged them -- I'll let you do the Big Show and play anything you want.

Except for Tibetan throat singing. You have to draw the line somewhere.

It's 3 Chords & the Truth, y'all. Be there. Aloha.

Saturday, March 31, 2012

3 Chords & the Truth: Vive la France!


Irresistiblement.

Ir-res-sees-TEEB-la-mon. That is what this week's edition of 3 Chords & the Truth happens to be -- irresistible.

In fact, this week's edition of the Big Show --
le Grand Spectacle en français, s'il vous plaît -- you may be tempted to hunt me down and me donne un bisou. Zou, bisou bisou!

THAT would be fine if you are:
a) My wife.

b) Jessica Paré, of Mad Men viral-video fame.

c) Sylvie Vartan, French "yé-yé" girl supreme from the 1960s and '70s.
ARE YOU getting an idea about this week's episode of the Big Show. I hope you are because I will cease making sense in 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . . .

Mairsey doates and doesey doates and littlelambsydivey. A kiddledy divey, too. Wouldn't you?

Wouldn't you???

C'est tout. Va t'en! Vite! Vite! Tu vas et écouter au grand spectacle!

It's
3 Chords & the Truth, y'all. Be there. Aloha.

Friday, February 04, 2011

3 Chords & the Truth: All teary eyed


It would be a cryin' shame if you bypassed this week's edition of 3 Chords & the Truth.

I would imagine many tears would be shed once you found out what you missed on the Big Show -- and you would find out. I'd make sure of that.

I know where you live.

As you might have deduced, tears is the theme of our first big set on the Big Show. Tears, tears and more tears.


WE GOT folks denying them, attributing them to the Almighty, eradicating them from Earth, drowning in them and counting them. It's a veritable weep-a-thon.

Or not.

Frankly, I can't imagine anybody crying over this particular 3 Chords & the Truth, unless it's tears of joy we're talkin' about. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.

Cross my heart and hope to cry.

It's 3 Chords & the Truth, y'all. Be there. Aloha.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Everything's better with. . . .




I can't decide which of these Dash Rip Rock moments is more appropriate for those times when I'm confronted by the never-ending calamity that is my birth state (see previous post), so -- what the hell -- just take your pick.

I mean, whatever floats your boat,
cher!