| Subject: Believe it or not - we might have a bigger fool for D in da house |
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Dougie
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Date Posted: 04:16:07 07/06/05 Wed
In reply to:
Kyle
's message, "You were making this post under the influence" on 00:09:45 07/06/05 Wed
Hi, I'm Dougie and I used to work for Darian and I'm one of her losest friends...
HI DOUGIE!
It can only be a matter of time before someone starts up a twelve step program just for friends , x's and co-workers of Darian. We could call it Alanonsense. It's bound to happen.
Blue Rock Shoot was packed again and more D-deciples showed up. We rocked the joint. It was great. I'm headed back to Spokane later this morning but I wanted to let you know about the disruption your "friends" caused. Renee is your bigest fan and maybe now mine. She showed up last time with a car full of hot women and she did it again tonight. They were dancing with me, throwing naughty things. I felt like Tom Jones.
We took a break at about 11 and these five big muscle bound meat puppets with perfect teeth, pimped out clothes and abs I could bounce a quarter on came barreling up towards the stage yelling my name. I figured I had flirted with their women or something and they were going to each grab and arm or leg and pull until I splattered all over the floor. I'm such a tempting little morsel that it seemed an obvious conclusion.
I was going to run but the Blue Rock isn't very big and if the stage is surrounded by humans the size of dump-trucks, there's no where to go. So the loudest, drunkest one (who looked vaguely familiar) puts his tree trunk arms around me and lifts me a good two feet off the ground. Memories of being locked upside down in my locker by the cool kids in HS came flooding back. And he was squeezing me like a dog's rubber hotdog with the whistle inside.
The one standing next to him (also familiar looking like a soap actor or gay porn star or ) started high-fiving the others and "whoo-hooing." Turns out it was Jason and Mark. He told me not to call him Koko and he's huge -sorry Darian. Your muffins were loaded to the gills and singing along to every song even though they don't know any of the words.
They teamed up with Renee and her crew and there was a virtual wall o' flesh devoted entirely to you, Darian. It was a little surreal. Do you have any ugly friends out here or is the law that you have to be an 8 or higher to cross the state line?
Dancing, more drinking, and more whoo-hooing ensued. Renee and Tracey chanted "white guy dancing" until I broke down and did it, over bite and all. I'm a performing monkey with a drum just like my hero Darian.
Last set, they chanted "Darian's song, Darian's song, Darian's sarong (no I swear I heard it)" so I did yet another touching tribute to you and your miraculous recovery and left 'em crying in the aisles. That's me. I can make women cry with just a guitar. I'm skinny and non-threatening but I can move people to leak from the eyes.
Another successful night, more cds sold and lots of press for the one coming out in the Fall. After the show we went across the street to Denny's because none of them were sober enough to drive back to the city. We laughed, we cried, we shared our favorite Darian stories and tried to call you but I guess you were still at Chad's scratching his tummy to lull him to bye-bye land.
I told you it's more fun to stay sober when the fools drink. Oh the evidence. It makes me giddy...tee hee. I love this place, Darian. I'll work with you anywhere anytime, you know that but if you come back here I'll be your butler just to hang out with these cool cats.
I need sleep. I'm sure your buds are still downing copious amounts of coffee and grand-slam brekkies. When Chad sobers up tell him to send me his address so I can send the airchecks and "song for Darian." I have a tape from the first time I played it for you on the air when Shari Short was in studio with us and you two were so moved. Then you went home with me and we played naughty camp counsellor and the girls from cabin 3. Well at least in my mind that's how it played out.
Congratulations on signing with your agent and we're all counting the days until you sneak back across the border.
Kill a mockingbird, save a spider in the sun!
Sweet Dougie D
www.myspace.com/dougiedawson
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