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A reminder that next Thursday is the last Thursday of the month, thus it will be open mic night at TJs.

This is a great place at which to dip your toe into the waters of live performance. A friendly and supportive crowd, PA provided. You need 3 songs maximum (you can do less if you want) and your guitar (or banjo ?). This is NOT a folk club, it is an ACOUSTIC MUSIC club and the audience do not expect you to sing "The Leaving of Liverpool" or "The Wild Mountain Thyme". You can do covers or your own compositions. Vocal or instrumental. They provide facilities to allow 2 or 3 people to perform simultaneously.

Those who are new to performing or just new to TJs will get priority.

Venue: Marks Park sports club, Judith Road, Emmarentia, Johannesburg
Time: Music starts at 20:00, doors open 19:30
Admission: R20.00

Food and drinks can be ordered from Marks Park staff.
    6 days later
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    I will be there, though almost certainly not playing. However I can provide support, carry guitars etc etc
      X-rated Bob wrote: * Bump *

      I will be there, though almost certainly not playing. However I can provide support, carry guitars etc etc
      I thought you had a bad knee? ?
        aja wrote:
        X-rated Bob wrote: I will be there, though almost certainly not playing. However I can provide support, carry guitars etc etc
        I thought you had a bad knee? ?
        Hadehaha.

        What I did was I sat down with that knee and had a little chat. Along the lines of "You've been a bad knee. Now if you don't start being a good knee then you stay behind when I go on holiday and you won't get to see Martin Simpson and Loudon Wainwright."

        Just to hedge my bets I also went for a course of physiotherapy and swore a vow that I would not wear crocs other than as slippers at home.

        This substantial sacrifice and financial outlay, coupled with the little chat that I had with the knee seems to have done the trick and my right knee will take it's place alongside the left when I fly to the UK on June 15th.
          Squonk wrote: Anyone going tonight?
          I might go. Are you going?
            There was another outbreak of Squonkodelia. The guy got talent.
              14 days later
              X-rated Bob wrote: What I did was I sat down with that knee and had a little chat. Along the lines of "You've been a bad knee. Now if you don't start being a good knee then you stay behind when I go on holiday and you won't get to see Martin Simpson and Loudon Wainwright."

              Just to hedge my bets I also went for a course of physiotherapy and swore a vow that I would not wear crocs other than as slippers at home.

              This substantial sacrifice and financial outlay, coupled with the little chat that I had with the knee seems to have done the trick and my right knee will take it's place alongside the left when I fly to the UK on June 15th.
              Oh treachery! Treachery most foul!

              I was deceived, duped and led astray. The knee was only pretending to be good. In fact it is a duplicitous, devilish, evil knee that has chosen to revert to it's painful ways as our holiday departure looms ever closer.

              It was treated most sorely and with no let up by the physio - and believe you, knee, that hurt me at least as much as it hurt you, you scoundrel.

              And indignity of indignities! I had to shave my knee and much of the surrounding area. This was because the physio went to the next level of warfare against knees - strapping. The strapping is to be removed this afternoon and my screams shall be heard over the mass of vuvuzelas that South Africans will be using to mutually impose deafness on one another. (but if they're all deaf or going deaf then will anybody hear my.... never mind). This will be followed by a great pummeling, a severe stretching, more strapping and then, pain of pains, a bill to be paid.

              Knee, thou shalt go on holiday! Even if it must be at knife point.
                We declare this troubled KNEE huge monumental healing to take place before the holiday.

                Knee submit!!!!!!!

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                  (K)nee, f*k...
                    When first I landed in Liverpool
                    I found I'd f*&%ed my knee,
                    Me fave musos alas, I saw at last
                    but it was spoiled by agony,
                    And when that me holiday was oer
                    it'd been one long misery,
                    'Twas then that I wished I'd shaved and strapped
                    And cured that cursed knee...

                    Oh wait. You said, "Leaving of Liverpool." Not... oh right, the song doesn't even have liverpool in the title dagnabit.
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