tag:getawaydrivers.net,2005:/blogs/blogspot-blog?p=3Blogspot Blog2017-02-04T21:56:33-06:00The Getaway Driversfalsetag:getawaydrivers.net,2005:Post/38444542015-09-06T13:19:58-05:002024-03-25T02:21:32-05:00Abduction<img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/176242/bc684cd42c5638aa3cc1ccf57eab18352d969977/original/copy-of-spaceship-inside1.jpg?1441563585" class="size_l justify_center border_" />The road up the mountain was winding and treacherous. Steve cursed as he jerked the wheel to miss an ill-placed rock. The night air steamed through the rolled down windows. It was hot. "Is it getting hotter in here or am I imagining things? Sheila said." Steve turned one last bend and they were on top of the mountain. Suddenly and strangely, it was daylight. "WTF! Steve cried" The Winnebago lurched to the side and a greenish glow enveloped them. Time seemed to stop; the van was in the air and they heard a loud humming. Gail and Barbara dove to the floor while Sheila and Bob looked out the window, first at the receding ground below and then up. They gasped: a space ship loomed directly above and was pulling the Winnebago directly towards a gaping aperture. "Tractor-fucking-beam! Steve screamed." <br><br>With the sound of a mechanized snap and a thump, the Winnebago was still. All was dark. A barely perceptible light grew in the chamber. They looked at each other in disbelief. All the doors flew open at once and they tumbled out of the RV and stood, now shivering, on a cold metal floor, gaping into the dim light. A tall and dark figure walked up to the ship. It was what appeared to be a woman, her eyes sparkling and face smiling. "Welcome, she said. My name is Iris." The Getaway Driverstag:getawaydrivers.net,2005:Post/38373622015-08-08T21:12:00-05:002024-03-25T02:21:32-05:00Escape from Wildcat Mountain<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-obbIPS6wPNo/Vcaxk5PRhFI/AAAAAAAABDc/IJtkARcmsfE/s1600/escape-from-witch-mountain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/-obbIPS6wPNo/Vcaxk5PRhFI/AAAAAAAABDc/IJtkARcmsfE/s320/escape-from-witch-mountain.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" height="181" width="320" /></a></div><br><br><br><br><br><br>The respite at Echo Valley was much needed. The Getaway Drivers stayed nearly a year, working on the farm and keeping out of sight. But they were restless and needed to get back on the road. Saying goodbyes on that spring evening was hard, but summer loomed and there was work to do and money to make. They had lost Tom and Dan during the winter. Tom found his one true love- a woman from Chicago who seemed to know what he was thinking before he said it. They moved on to a quaint small town fond of troll statues and settled in a new old house with some of the dough they'd made. Dan took up revival preaching full time, having discovered a new talent. Steve had traded the van for a Winnebago off in town. He fired it up and off went what was left of the gang towards Wildcat Mountain. With Steve at the wheel, they plunged down the narrow dark highway as the sun set. As the the mountain appeared like a Mordor shadow in the star-filled sky ahead, Sheila said, "Hey, what are those lights, and did that star just, like, move?" Little did they know what was going to happen next. <br> The Getaway Driverstag:getawaydrivers.net,2005:Post/38373632011-08-19T08:11:00-05:002023-12-10T11:06:05-06:00Escape to Echo Valley<br><br><br><br> <div>
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3oUHzc9hVCo/Tk571vDTv-I/AAAAAAAAABU/itlQbET3y6o/s1600/Night-Driving1.jpg"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/-3oUHzc9hVCo/Tk571vDTv-I/AAAAAAAAABU/itlQbET3y6o/s320/Night-Driving1.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642583546235437026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" /></a> The revival was bank. No had one expected that instead of the 'Drivers playing a show, Dan would have to give the impromtu sermon of his life. Sheila and Tom had passed the collection plate around not once, but twice after the "speaking in tongues" incident. Gail and Steve finally figured out whatever they were tinkering with in the engine compartment, and near midnight The Getaway Drivers finally pulled out of Texarkana and found themselves hurtling north on I30 towards a town called Hope with a garbage bag full of cash in the back. It it wasn't long before they noticed the flashing red and blue lights in the rearview. Someone at the revival figured out they'd been taken for a hoax. Bob cursed and took another pull from the Soviet era flask Steve had given him. He flicked a switch acitivating the hydrogen carborator his cousin James had installed on their last trek north. The van lurched forward, rattling like a space shuttle on it's last flight, and the police lights receded into the night. They would hit Little Rock by 2, then Memphis, then north on 55 all the way to Echo Valley. They had a show to do and this time among some hippie friends who wouldn't mind using a little of that cash for supplies. The 'Drivers would be only to happy to oblige for a chance to hideout for a while.</div>The Getaway Driverstag:getawaydrivers.net,2005:Post/38373642011-08-12T22:17:00-05:002023-12-10T11:01:17-06:00Sweat, tears and speaking tongues<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F7fNm5cKnqw/Tk6LHMZ_UpI/AAAAAAAAABs/NyEa6_Wmtxw/s1600/snake%2Brevival.jpg"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/-F7fNm5cKnqw/Tk6LHMZ_UpI/AAAAAAAAABs/NyEa6_Wmtxw/s320/snake%2Brevival.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642600338847388306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" /></a> With each rise and fall of Dan's voice, the spiritual agitation grew, and the night wore on, hot and sweaty. The crowd pressed closer, mezmorized by the cadence and reverberations coming from the guitarist's mouth. Tom and Sheila hung toward the back, collection plates in hand, waiting to strike at the most opportune moment. Back at the van, Gail and Steve were jimmying something under the hood while Barbara listened intently, sucking hard on her smoke. Suddenly, Dan's words didn't make sense. A murmer rose through the crowd and grew to an undecipherable cacophony of speech Barbara had never heard. People wept. Hands were raised, forgiveness given, and finally the exhaused worshippers collapsed. Tom and Sheila struck with the collection plates, and Dan disappeared. As he ran up to the van with this guitar case, Barbara looked at him suspiciously: "What the HELL was THAT?" she said. "Don't ask. I don't know what it was, but let's get out of here..."The Getaway Driverstag:getawaydrivers.net,2005:Post/38373652011-08-07T11:00:00-05:002023-12-10T11:32:41-06:00The Revival<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-li68_kzmRWs/Tj62xYBPmwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/I4LwxbHrdDw/s1600/revival-crowd.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/-li68_kzmRWs/Tj62xYBPmwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/I4LwxbHrdDw/s320/revival-crowd.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638144742891952898" style=" margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" /></a>As they walked out onto the stage, The Getaway Drivers realized that the "gig" Steve arranged was not at all what they expected. Thinking on his feet, Dan pulled a bible out of his guitar case. It was going to be a long, hot night at the revival.The Getaway Driverstag:getawaydrivers.net,2005:Post/38373662010-01-13T10:25:00-06:002023-12-10T13:10:15-06:00EP Release So Hot, Gail Catches Fire!!!!!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/S030ZuO226I/AAAAAAAAAss/BWg80naluLw/s1600-h/Gailfire"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/S030ZuO226I/AAAAAAAAAss/BWg80naluLw/s400/Gailfire" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426261848795569058" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" /></a><br><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/S030KaiJ9CI/AAAAAAAAAsk/xfGXfwc_8m0/s1600-h/Gailfire"><br></a></div>The Getaway Driverstag:getawaydrivers.net,2005:Post/38373672008-10-14T16:11:00-05:002022-05-25T04:44:21-05:00The band takes a serious turn . . .<div style="text-align: center;">
<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/SPULK-t8s_I/AAAAAAAAAdg/HA8IGKiYrC4/s1600-h/Drivers+Serious.JPG"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/SPULK-t8s_I/AAAAAAAAAdg/HA8IGKiYrC4/s400/Drivers+Serious.JPG" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257120423287239666" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" /></a>Dan & Barbara've been with us a year. <br>She-Gail for three.<br>The other Drivers' pedigrees trail off into the mists of time.<br>We just opened at the Majestic.<br>This is getting serious.<br>
</div>The Getaway Driverstag:getawaydrivers.net,2005:Post/38373682008-10-14T16:08:00-05:002022-05-07T06:09:50-05:00Thurberfest 2008!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/SPUKcB1G6HI/AAAAAAAAAdY/JENKmCX3i4w/s1600-h/ThurberFest.jpg"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/SPUKcB1G6HI/AAAAAAAAAdY/JENKmCX3i4w/s400/ThurberFest.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257119616668723314" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" /></a>The Getaway Driverstag:getawaydrivers.net,2005:Post/38373692008-04-17T08:13:00-05:002024-02-14T05:35:01-06:00Pour a hot latté down your subvocal Getaway!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/SAdNbJXn0pI/AAAAAAAAAVw/X-MbE27jgJM/s1600-h/mofools418%282%29.jpg"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/SAdNbJXn0pI/AAAAAAAAAVw/X-MbE27jgJM/s400/mofools418%282%29.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190202224334590610" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" /></a>The Getaway Driverstag:getawaydrivers.net,2005:Post/38373702008-02-12T14:14:00-06:002023-12-10T11:31:56-06:00Elusive stars surface...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/R7H-RI6qcJI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/_SY_jzWkHqI/s1600-h/Steve-Gail-She-2-5-8.jpg"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/R7H-RI6qcJI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/_SY_jzWkHqI/s400/Steve-Gail-She-2-5-8.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166189817975435410" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" /></a><br>Aha . . . here they are. None, be they however elusive, can escape the able tendrils of Blogger.The Getaway Driverstag:getawaydrivers.net,2005:Post/38373712008-02-12T11:16:00-06:002023-12-10T11:42:32-06:00The Stars of Blizzardi Gras 2008<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/R7HVaY6qcII/AAAAAAAAAVI/0ITaO4Spaxs/s1600-h/Bob-Ken-2-5-8-color.jpg"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/R7HVaY6qcII/AAAAAAAAAVI/0ITaO4Spaxs/s400/Bob-Ken-2-5-8-color.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166144896912486530" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" /></a><br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/R7HVTY6qcHI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ZNGhO4gqyio/s1600-h/Barbara-Steve-2-5-8-color.jpg"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/R7HVTY6qcHI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ZNGhO4gqyio/s400/Barbara-Steve-2-5-8-color.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166144776653402226" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" /></a><br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/R7HVFo6qcGI/AAAAAAAAAU4/_pv8JZNxWKE/s1600-h/Dan-2-5-8-color.jpg"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/R7HVFo6qcGI/AAAAAAAAAU4/_pv8JZNxWKE/s400/Dan-2-5-8-color.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166144540430200930" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" /></a><br><br><br>She-Gail-Rah is MIA.<br><br>But--regardez nos visages!!--we are not bovvered and will seek our own stardom at the next gig, which will be on MARCH 8th @ 7PM @ <span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;">622 Piper Drive!!</span>The Getaway Driverstag:getawaydrivers.net,2005:Post/38373722008-02-05T12:11:00-06:002022-04-23T02:51:25-05:00BLIZZARDI GRAS!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/R6im-iE2QuI/AAAAAAAAAUo/51Ry2xHyvrM/s1600-h/Hi-Noon-02-05-08+copy.jpg"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/R6im-iE2QuI/AAAAAAAAAUo/51Ry2xHyvrM/s400/Hi-Noon-02-05-08+copy.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163560566009512674" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" /></a>The Getaway Driverstag:getawaydrivers.net,2005:Post/38373732007-11-27T09:32:00-06:002022-05-10T11:39:19-05:00Fling leftover cranberries at the chicken wire Fence in front of The Getaway Drivers!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/R0w4mm1R02I/AAAAAAAAATo/WnmjPssflxQ/s1600-h/cranberry+sauce.jpg"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/R0w4mm1R02I/AAAAAAAAATo/WnmjPssflxQ/s400/cranberry+sauce.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137543510833091426" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" /></a>OK, maybe not. We don't have chicken wire fence, and you've probably already thrown out your cranberry sauce. Nonetheless, you should heed this last call for some Tuesday night Happy Hour mirth at High Noon Saloon: we shall most certainly enjoy your company and we promise to play BOTH kinds of music. <div> </div> <div>So come join us after you shake off another Tuesday for some good music and good fun tomorrow night, after work, or after whatever it is you're doing during the day. As we mentioned last time, the High Noon crew will be serving up two for one rail drinks and special taps. If you're hungry, there's pizza at the bar and great food next door at the Brass Ring! </div> <div> </div> <div> <div>6:30- $5 cover - see you there! </div> <div> </div> <div>The Getaway Drivers </div>
</div>The Getaway Driverstag:getawaydrivers.net,2005:Post/38373742007-10-26T23:29:00-05:002023-12-10T10:44:55-06:00Moline, IL - Oct 25, 2007<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/RyLBJayS6mI/AAAAAAAAASk/sVvVoV-oW1k/s1600-h/Moline-2.jpg"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/RyLBJayS6mI/AAAAAAAAASk/sVvVoV-oW1k/s400/Moline-2.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125871693454305890" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" /></a>The Getaway Driverstag:getawaydrivers.net,2005:Post/38373752007-09-22T22:20:00-05:002022-05-25T08:14:02-05:00The Switchback<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/RvXcrtDhkUI/AAAAAAAAASY/jDbI6ENXHbc/s1600-h/Fire+in+the+Green+Room.jpg"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/RvXcrtDhkUI/AAAAAAAAASY/jDbI6ENXHbc/s400/Fire+in+the+Green+Room.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113235595335930178" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" /></a><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><span style="font-family:courier new;">To Steve's surprise, Bob pulled over and handed him the wheel with a nonchalance that belied a long-perfected habit of reading the Cellist's mind.</span><br><br><span style="font-family:courier new;">Gail & Barbara lay snoring in the back seat, utterly worn out by the previous evening's gail-force drumathon and herculean multi-instrumentalism, respectively, not to mention the debauchery that had followed.</span><br><br><span style="font-family:courier new;">Ken was awake but silent, mourning the scratching and mild warping of one of his most treasured fretless basses after an unexpected moment of rage during which he'd harpooned a particularly unruly fan. He grinned suddenly in the moonlight.</span><br><br><span style="font-family:courier new;">Sheila was taking a turn strapped to the roof, trying to let the 80-mph night air clear her mind as she dreamed incessantly of "the most perfect song ever,</span><span style="font-family:courier new;">"</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"> and how it might be realized. She barely noticed when the car ground to a halt and the boys climbed out, shuffling in tandem towards an odd concrete building belching smoke deep in the shadows off the side of the road.</span><br><br><span style="font-family:courier new;">Bob and Steve stood in the isolated boiler room, sweating, and not just from the heat. A decision hung in the air, deep and dark and important, but nearly impossible to define.</span>The Getaway Driverstag:getawaydrivers.net,2005:Post/38373762007-08-29T11:14:00-05:002023-12-10T11:00:39-06:00Trust the Driver<div style="text-align: center;">
<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QItOrYN283Q/RtWbzZRagwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/QIjtdgBStOg/s1600-h/2007_0517Image0006+%282%29.JPG"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/_QItOrYN283Q/RtWbzZRagwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/QIjtdgBStOg/s400/2007_0517Image0006+%282%29.JPG" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104157059953885954" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" /></a><span style="font-family: georgia;">everybody knows what we're looking for. take us there.</span><br>
</div>The Getaway Driverstag:getawaydrivers.net,2005:Post/38373772007-08-29T10:50:00-05:002023-06-06T12:11:58-05:00Ever Been to Darby?<div style="text-align: center;">
<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QItOrYN283Q/RtWXcpRagvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Snl-a3HBq0Q/s1600-h/2007_0517Image0001+%287%29.JPG"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/_QItOrYN283Q/RtWXcpRagvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Snl-a3HBq0Q/s400/2007_0517Image0001+%287%29.JPG" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104152271065350898" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" /></a><br><span style="font-family: courier new;">a while back we were driving up the Bitterroot Valley of Montana, on the run from, or maybe, for a change, chasing after a who or a what that by now I can't place.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: courier new;">Bob gazed away, up into the mountains. "They'll never hear it the way we did, Stevie," and I wondered what he had heard, and wished he'd keep his eyes on the road or switch with someone.</span><br>
</div>The Getaway Driverstag:getawaydrivers.net,2005:Post/38373782007-08-08T21:51:00-05:002024-02-19T06:54:35-06:00Practice at Powers Ave<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/RrqCK-1i35I/AAAAAAAAASA/y4hz3iLZTEo/s1600-h/TGD-Practice.JPG"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/RrqCK-1i35I/AAAAAAAAASA/y4hz3iLZTEo/s400/TGD-Practice.JPG" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096529053501022098" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" /></a><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>Something's wrong with Bob's leg.<br><br><br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/RrqDZu1i36I/AAAAAAAAASI/YVo50ZATLD4/s1600-h/Fiddliste.JPG"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/RrqDZu1i36I/AAAAAAAAASI/YVo50ZATLD4/s400/Fiddliste.JPG" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096530406415720354" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" /></a><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>The Fiddliste in a Dentyne moment.<br><br><br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/RrqD3u1i37I/AAAAAAAAASQ/y1tArHT_XLo/s1600-h/HappyGail2.JPG"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/RrqD3u1i37I/AAAAAAAAASQ/y1tArHT_XLo/s400/HappyGail2.JPG" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096530921811795890" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" /></a><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>The Drummiste--faster than the speed of light or at least the light setting.The Getaway Driverstag:getawaydrivers.net,2005:Post/38373792007-07-30T18:49:00-05:002022-05-31T02:56:07-05:00Thurberfest MemorabiliaThe unsuspecting neighborhood.<br><br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/Rq55ae1i3sI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/4AqxhYhyQxM/s1600-h/21JUL07-Thurberfest-Setup2.JPG"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/Rq55ae1i3sI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/4AqxhYhyQxM/s400/21JUL07-Thurberfest-Setup2.JPG" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093141724463816386" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" /></a><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>E-Man formulates the Master Plan.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/Rq56Hu1i3tI/AAAAAAAAAQY/H6uzLK2bh38/s1600-h/21JUL07-Thurberfest-Elmer2.JPG"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/Rq56Hu1i3tI/AAAAAAAAAQY/H6uzLK2bh38/s400/21JUL07-Thurberfest-Elmer2.JPG" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093142501852896978" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" /></a><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>First order of business: Beer. Canadian. Now.<br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/Rq56_u1i3uI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CB8GlEwWv1s/s1600-h/21JUL07-Thurberfest-Molson.JPG"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/Rq56_u1i3uI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CB8GlEwWv1s/s400/21JUL07-Thurberfest-Molson.JPG" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093143463925571298" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" /></a><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/Rq59J-1i3vI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Z-tc4286qHU/s1600-h/THURBERFEST-SEAN-Web.jpg"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/Rq59J-1i3vI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Z-tc4286qHU/s400/THURBERFEST-SEAN-Web.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093145839042486002" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" /></a><br>Sean Michael Dargan<br>pipes<br>Thurberfest 2007<br>into official existence.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>Unable to resist the call of the pipes, hordes of Irishmen storm the stage, led by Paul Martens, Kevin Wissink & Craig Heilman.<br><br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/Rq5-gu1i3wI/AAAAAAAAAQw/NzR4yeKpwk8/s1600-h/21JUL07-Thurberfest-Martens%26Co2.JPG"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/Rq5-gu1i3wI/AAAAAAAAAQw/NzR4yeKpwk8/s400/21JUL07-Thurberfest-Martens%26Co2.JPG" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093147329396137730" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" /></a><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>Larkin (including guitarist Tom Blain whose generous donation of time, sound equipment and audio engineer is now a thing of legend!) fires up the crowd with an excellent set.<br><br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/Rq5_X-1i3xI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/PnMZnzGj_eQ/s1600-h/THURBERFEST-LARKIN-Web.jpg"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/Rq5_X-1i3xI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/PnMZnzGj_eQ/s400/THURBERFEST-LARKIN-Web.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093148278583910162" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" /></a><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>Now it's time for rock and ROLL, baby!! Madi soundchecks the drums, and...<br><br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/Rq6Ake1i3yI/AAAAAAAAARA/jovdII2EMcE/s1600-h/21JUL07-Thurberfest-Madi3.JPG"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/Rq6Ake1i3yI/AAAAAAAAARA/jovdII2EMcE/s400/21JUL07-Thurberfest-Madi3.JPG" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093149592843902754" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" /></a><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>Gail and Ash start the beat, The Getaway Drivers take the stage, and the crowd goes WILD!!<br><br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/Rq6BZu1i3zI/AAAAAAAAARI/7WEmDtNNSXs/s1600-h/21JUL07-Thurberfest-Gail.JPG"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/Rq6BZu1i3zI/AAAAAAAAARI/7WEmDtNNSXs/s400/21JUL07-Thurberfest-Gail.JPG" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093150507671936818" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" /></a><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/Rq6ISe1i33I/AAAAAAAAARo/-zUpgjLQ3mQ/s1600-h/21JUL07-Thurberfest-Barbara2.JPG"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/Rq6ISe1i33I/AAAAAAAAARo/-zUpgjLQ3mQ/s400/21JUL07-Thurberfest-Barbara2.JPG" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093158079699279730" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" /></a><br><br>Barbarita & Kenworth<br>rip it UP.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/Rq6DQO1i30I/AAAAAAAAARQ/sft9oDKvWTc/s1600-h/21JUL07-Thurberfest-Bob1.JPG"><img src="//3.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/Rq6DQO1i30I/AAAAAAAAARQ/sft9oDKvWTc/s400/21JUL07-Thurberfest-Bob1.JPG" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093152543486435138" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" /></a><br><br><br><br>''Keep your hotel flowers...''<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/Rq6FFe1i31I/AAAAAAAAARY/QrAjLkXXZGI/s1600-h/21JUL07-Thurberfest-Steve1.JPG"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/Rq6FFe1i31I/AAAAAAAAARY/QrAjLkXXZGI/s400/21JUL07-Thurberfest-Steve1.JPG" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093154557826096978" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" /></a><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>''Yeah!''<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/Rq6GEu1i32I/AAAAAAAAARg/H__W42jYtDg/s1600-h/21JUL07-Thurberfest-suvbocalGood3.JPG"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/Rq6GEu1i32I/AAAAAAAAARg/H__W42jYtDg/s400/21JUL07-Thurberfest-suvbocalGood3.JPG" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093155644452822882" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" /></a><br><br><br><br>It was a long day for The Cellist.<br>Thurberfest 2007 winds down with a beautiful and mesmerizing performance by our good friends & colleagues, subvocal.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>That's all she wrote!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/Rq6Mj-1i34I/AAAAAAAAARw/0ssqv-PhzvU/s1600-h/21JUL07-Thurberfest-Megan.JPG"><img src="//2.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/Rq6Mj-1i34I/AAAAAAAAARw/0ssqv-PhzvU/s400/21JUL07-Thurberfest-Megan.JPG" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093162778393501570" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" /></a>The Getaway Driverstag:getawaydrivers.net,2005:Post/38373802007-07-23T21:17:00-05:002022-01-26T13:51:36-06:00Thurberfest 2007 launch - and the crowd goes wild!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/RqVh3-1i3rI/AAAAAAAAAQI/msekfVICPJw/s1600-h/21JUL07-Thurberfest-Crowd1.JPG"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/RqVh3-1i3rI/AAAAAAAAAQI/msekfVICPJw/s400/21JUL07-Thurberfest-Crowd1.JPG" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090582568200494770" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" /></a>The Getaway Driverstag:getawaydrivers.net,2005:Post/38373812007-07-17T23:09:00-05:002023-12-10T10:32:22-06:00Come on down and have a wee dram...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/Rp2SqPmYFSI/AAAAAAAAAQA/etF3L_6lCOU/s1600-h/Thurberfest+2007+Poster.jpg"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/Rp2SqPmYFSI/AAAAAAAAAQA/etF3L_6lCOU/s400/Thurberfest+2007+Poster.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088384408438183202" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" /></a>The Getaway Driverstag:getawaydrivers.net,2005:Post/38373822007-07-10T00:12:00-05:002023-12-10T12:05:10-06:00The Kid disappears...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/RpOKPuIFvsI/AAAAAAAAAP4/puPYsG9K9rQ/s1600-h/mmbeach2.jpg"><img src="//1.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/RpOKPuIFvsI/AAAAAAAAAP4/puPYsG9K9rQ/s400/mmbeach2.jpg" class="size_orig justify_left border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085560406916054722" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" /></a><br>So much had happened...<br><br>so very, very much.<br><br>The Drivers, exhausted from their seemingly endless traverse through Canada, had at long last made it across the North Dakota border.<br><br>The Kid, picked up only hours before, had requested a pit-stop for candy bars. Some time around midnight Bob spotted a vile, pink glow on the horizon and pulled into the only all-night gas station--and indeed, the only permanent structure--they'd seen for several hundred miles.<br><br><br>As The Kid scrambled inside, Bob glanced toward the back of the van. Ken, Steve, Gail and Sheila were entwined in an unlikely sprawl of limbs, soft snores, and--hey, what the heck--nah, everyone was just asleep. Zonked. Dreaming fitfully away about the week's stranger-than-strange adventures.<br><br>Bob heaved a sigh and turned his gaze away from his enigmatic flock of musicians and back towards the sickly cast of the neon sign: ''Gas. Beer. Cheese.''<br><br>The Kid was taking a long time. Bob's weariness gave way to an odd prickle at the base of his consciousness, and he sat up, straight. Okay, Kid, get on with it--get your damn Hershey bar and get back into the saddle.<br><br>Nothing.<br><br>If there had been something in the van besides a green digital radio clock, it would have been ticking ominously at this point. Bob fidgeted, then swore loudly and threw open the driver's side door. Bloody immature little...agggghhh. He stalked inside and glared around the isles as a sleepy Pakistani teenager raised an eyebrow at him from behind the counter. ''Kid? About this tall?'' Bob pantomimed. The boy shrugged and gestured towards the service door in back.<br><br>Bob charged through the flimsy double door and found himself in a long, dark, dingy hallway--much longer, in fact, than he could imagine this tiny building supporting. The hair on his arms raised, he began to move purposefully down through the darkness.<br><br>He heard moaning.<br><br>All senses on overdrive now, he began to run, throwing his arms out in front of him for protection; the moaning grew louder, and he sped towards it, faster, faster, faster, until he was racing full speed into the neverending blackness. He tripped over something hard and cold, pitched headfirst into the stone wall and lost consciousness.<br><br>He was vaguely aware of being dragged...scraping, mumbling, squirming, strong leathery hands around his chest...then blackness again.<br><br>Vivid dreams tormented him--lost bandmates, unintended crimes, bad PA systems--and he began, finally, to come to.<br><br>Everything in his body ached--bones, muscles, joints--but as his mind sharpened, and his eyes focused, he became acutely aware of--a woman. A creature of incredible beauty, ignoring him completely, as she worked to fasten a recently-undone skirt over her smooth, naked hip. Bob stared dumbly, unable to fully absorb the 55-second transition from van-full of sweaty bandmates to clean, nude vixen.The Getaway Driverstag:getawaydrivers.net,2005:Post/38373832007-06-19T14:29:00-05:002023-12-10T13:49:15-06:003 Piece Adjustable Getaway: Debut!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/Rngv0YGUyMI/AAAAAAAAAPI/fujAazqLATA/s1600-h/3+Piece+Adjustable+Getaway2-cropped+-+web-+Mother+Fool%27s+-+16JUN07.jpg"><img src="//4.bp.blogspot.com/_7jNHo4uTzvk/Rngv0YGUyMI/AAAAAAAAAPI/fujAazqLATA/s400/3+Piece+Adjustable+Getaway2-cropped+-+web-+Mother+Fool%27s+-+16JUN07.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077861156728916162" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" /></a>Dateline June 16, 2007: At half our number--or just slightly under half, depending on fortune's whims--the 3 Piece Adjustable Getaway plays smooth and sweet to an appreciative crowd at Mother Fool's. Mothers--none being fools--were spotted in the audience!! The only way to have fit Ken, Gail, Barbara and Mr. X. onto the stage would have been to debut as 7 Piece Adjustable-Stackable Getaway with OSHA-approved connectors.The Getaway Drivers