Dreams of Mu(sic)

Hello, happy belated memory day!

I am pleased to announce a new arrival in the Myque and Tara Household. No, she’s not preggers. Nor did we get a cat. Really if you mixed the two, you’d be a bit closer, louder than a cat, cleaner than a kid.

Yesterday, Tara bought an accordion.

Powder blue and mother-of-pearl with chrome accents; this is the ’57 Chevy of polka instruments.

It just screams for rhinestone-studded leisure suits and perhaps an Elvis wig. It’s perhaps the coolest looking musical instrument since the invention of the air guitar.

My friend Ben (of Kenobi fame) heard about it and said, “Wow you could make a band, because you’re so good at making up songs MyQue”

Kid’s gotta get off the crazy pills. My songs are about cock-blocking, coffee drinks and Jackie Chan. My nasal-ly voice makes me sound like an android. Add to it an accordionist…
He’s right. We’d be the second coming of TMBG! (Only this time we’d stand for Tara and Myque’s Bizarre Grouping. A bit of practice and we’d be hotter than Emperor Norton’s Stationary Marching Band, the Old Scratch Revival Singers and Lester’s Place combined!
This would be impressive, given that Lester’s Place doesn’t actually exist. Perhaps it would be our mulligan keeping the average down for us.

And if we got sued for name/copyright infringement by the Johns d’Awesome, we’d change format, add a harmonica, clarinet, a fiddle, a turntablist/sound artist and a tap dancer (cuz somebody needs to keep the beat) and rip up the nu-punk scene as Auntie Oxidant and the Free Radicals.

You heard it here first kids. Keep your eyes peeled and your ears tightly plugged.

Waffles