Legend has it that Buck (Naked) and Dave (Shameless) met in a karaoke bar in Indonesia where they were nightly regulars, making up dirty lyrics to popular songs and trying to crack each other up while the other mostly non-english speaking patrons scratched their confused non-english speaking heads. Enter Hong Kong music impresario and general schemer, Skidd Wong, who immediately tried to take advantage of them. Whatever the case, the pair ended up in Chicago a few years ago and have been making mischief ever since. Buck grew up in a trailer park in southwest Ohio, exhibiting signs of his huge talent from a very early age. Dave originally hails from Vancouver, Canada, but there is Kentucky in his genetic memory. It is through this filter (and a good deal of drinkin') that Buck and Dave have absorbed the music of their surroundings, from honky-tonks, to skid row bars, to little punk clubs. They personify the search for good times and strange salvation. Naked & Shameless are a fairly unique entertainment experience -- when grasping for a comparison, writers have suggested a lounge-punk version of Tenacious D, as both acts are two guys who lace their music with social parody and bawdy humor, but that's a pretty incomplete comparison. Think of Mojo Nixon, or Lux Interior doing show tunes, or duets by Elvis and Shane MacGowan, or countrified Ween. As the Godfathers of NoFi, Naked & Shameless are also known for interactivity in their live show -- they encourage high-spirited participation. Fans are rabid. Detractors seethe.
She couldn’t help it. She tried to breath in deep, to let it out slow but it just didn’t work. It never did. It was that smell, the pomade, Tres Flores that Cortez dragged across his pomp. It was the way he stood above her. He was just like her Tio Tony, the uncle that took her when she was 6, the first of that side of the family to try a bit.
She’d cried the first dozen times and then it was just well, funny to the fading Nolita. So hilarious that she was left with him over and over. Ridiculously hysterical that nobody noticed she was paler than before. She wasn’t their little girl anymore. She was something else in-between that’s never supposed to exist. A lost little creature.
She became ticklish. That scent, that hair grease always got to her. It made her shift inside the rags her mother hastily laid out for her before she left for work each morning at four a.m. The same one’s Nola washed thoroughly after his "visit" before her mother returned at eleven each night.
She giggled again. It was a familiar thing that almost gave her a comfort. It did something else to Nolita, too, something she’d never experienced nor expected.
It made her tall.
Her spine straightened lifting those curves like a forklift.
copyrights 2008, My Playground Prod.
You should really start at the beginning..Josephine the Outlaw King.. Click on the pic, my friends. She'll take you there..
You know,theres nothing more pleasin to the heart of and old Irishman than to receive a picture of happy smilin friendly faces,sure-you've made my day.
Bitty clouds and tiny rainbows hiding behind every tree So much love inside, drunk and ready to do anything! I know everything you’re doing and I agree Slithering skin… all over each other Smooth, sweet, out of control… Bring me in, take me, make me do it, set me free!
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