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Mudcat Speakeasy

Amos 28 Jan 00 - 03:28 PM
Mbo 28 Jan 00 - 03:15 PM
Amos 28 Jan 00 - 03:05 PM
Áine 28 Jan 00 - 03:05 PM
Dave (the ancient mariner) 28 Jan 00 - 02:58 PM
Amos 28 Jan 00 - 02:00 PM
Dave (the ancient mariner) 28 Jan 00 - 08:09 AM
Mbo 27 Jan 00 - 10:47 PM
Amos 27 Jan 00 - 10:31 PM
Dave (the ancient mariner) 27 Jan 00 - 09:25 PM
Amos 27 Jan 00 - 07:12 PM
Mbo 27 Jan 00 - 06:44 PM
Caitrin 27 Jan 00 - 06:33 PM
Amos 27 Jan 00 - 06:16 PM
GUEST,Fair Young Maiden 27 Jan 00 - 06:14 PM
Easy Rider 27 Jan 00 - 03:33 PM
Dave (the ancient mariner) 27 Jan 00 - 02:31 PM
Amos 27 Jan 00 - 12:49 PM
Amos 27 Jan 00 - 12:48 PM
GUEST,LEJ 27 Jan 00 - 12:20 PM
GUEST 27 Jan 00 - 12:18 PM
Easy Rider 27 Jan 00 - 10:53 AM
GUEST,Mbo 27 Jan 00 - 10:45 AM
Amos 27 Jan 00 - 10:04 AM
MMario 27 Jan 00 - 10:00 AM
Caitrin 27 Jan 00 - 09:52 AM
Amos 27 Jan 00 - 09:39 AM
MMario 27 Jan 00 - 09:12 AM
Amos 27 Jan 00 - 09:05 AM
GUEST,Mbo 27 Jan 00 - 08:46 AM
GUEST 27 Jan 00 - 08:15 AM
GUEST,Roger the skiffler 27 Jan 00 - 03:55 AM
Robo 27 Jan 00 - 01:21 AM
thosp 27 Jan 00 - 01:00 AM
Robo 27 Jan 00 - 12:56 AM
Robo 27 Jan 00 - 12:47 AM
Robo 27 Jan 00 - 12:38 AM
JenEllen 27 Jan 00 - 12:31 AM
Robo 27 Jan 00 - 12:28 AM
Dave (the ancient mariner) 27 Jan 00 - 12:27 AM
Robo 27 Jan 00 - 12:27 AM
Robo 27 Jan 00 - 12:08 AM
Lonesome EJ 27 Jan 00 - 12:03 AM
Robo 26 Jan 00 - 11:52 PM
Lonesome EJ 26 Jan 00 - 11:49 PM
Robo 26 Jan 00 - 11:47 PM
Amos 26 Jan 00 - 11:18 PM
Mbo 26 Jan 00 - 11:15 PM
Caitrin 26 Jan 00 - 11:06 PM
Mikal 26 Jan 00 - 11:02 PM
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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: Amos
Date: 28 Jan 00 - 03:28 PM

Well, when it gets too serious the machinery slows down something awful, Mbo, as I am sure you know -- your own talents bubble something mighty fine, but don't you hate it when you feel pressured to produce something?

Thnaks for the kind thoughts. Putch ameeshriated. (Oh, sorry --- wrong thread).

A


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: Mbo
Date: 28 Jan 00 - 03:15 PM

Thanks for the song, Amos. Have you thought of this as a serious job?

--Mbo


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: Amos
Date: 28 Jan 00 - 03:05 PM

An' if anyone asks, was ye ever at sea?
You can say, "Three times 'round the Horn!"
You can tell them that you've been a sailor lad
Since the day that you was born.

Hope these city folks don't take exception to a little salt in their hooch!

A


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: Áine
Date: 28 Jan 00 - 03:05 PM

It's a done deal, Dave! 'Away Upon The Mudcat' has joined the ranks of the famous (and infamous) other 'Cat songs in the Mudcat Songbook. See the 'Thread Songs' category.

Well done, Amos -- When yer hot, yer hot!

-- Áine


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: Dave (the ancient mariner)
Date: 28 Jan 00 - 02:58 PM

LOUD Applause from Dave.... encore encore! get this fine shantyman a drink of the best. Aine that one is a keeper in the songbook for sure....Gratefully accepted on behalf of all sailors. Yours, (right happy) Aye. Dave


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: Amos
Date: 28 Jan 00 - 02:00 PM

Now, MBo writes a mighty tune! Away, the Mudcat!
To save hisself from the Keep of Gloom! We're away upon the Mudcat!

Cho.

Now the Mudcat sails beyond the law!Away, the Mudcat!
With Pirate Dave and Curmudgeon Spaw! We're away upon the Mudcat!

O, Sailor Dave he keeps the chart. Away, the Mudcat!
But Caitrin keeps young Mbo's heart! We're away upon the Mudcat!

O, the Figurehead is Lady Kat! Away, the Mudcat! So sailors what d'ye think o' that? We're away upon the Mudcat!

Oh, the Mudcat saves them folkies' souls. Away, the Mudcat!
An' Spaw he saves up possum holes! We're away upon the Mudcat!

Mudcat she weathers any blow! Away, the Mudcat!
With Max aloft, and LEJ below! We're away upon the Mudcat!

So hoist her up, and cast her off! Away, the Mudcat!
We're on the bar! Send Joe aloft! We're away upon the Mudcat!

Cho: Away upon the Mudcat! The Mudcat schooner, O!
That Mudcat takes you anywhere, that you would want to go!

Fondly tendered to the folkie sailors of the world, who sail the Mudcat everywhere.

A.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: Dave (the ancient mariner)
Date: 28 Jan 00 - 08:09 AM

Amos, glad yer mother warned you about sailors mate. Saves lot of expensive doctorin and surgery later in life...Hoosegow, shit! I've known most from Shanghai to Bombay, Chicago to new Orleans, London. Liverpool, Hong Kong and a few places I cannot pronounce. They's like a second home to me...And I am a sailor, been one since the day I was born. These fellows are a good bunch, most of the ones I get for crew have just been kicked out of jail, or are on the Lam. Why dont you come over and visit my ship tomorrow; she's the SS Lancastrian.

Hey JenEllen love, why dont you get that piano player,and get up on stage? come on break a few more mens hearts with one of your sad songs.

The sailor wanders back to the table and sit down with LEJ well mate what do you think? two runs a month and we will make a tidy profit..what do you say?


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: Mbo
Date: 27 Jan 00 - 10:47 PM

This is the springtime of my loving - the second season I am to know
You are the sunlight in my growing - so little warmth I've felt before.
It isn't hard to feel me glowing - I watched the fire that grew so low.

It is the summer of my smiles - flee from me Keepers of the Gloom.
Speak to me only with your eyes. It is to you I give this tune.
Ain't so hard to recognize - These things are clear to all from time to time.

Talk Talk - I've felt the coldness of my winter
I never thought it would ever go. I cursed the gloom that set upon us...
But I know that I love you so

These are the seasons of emotion and like the winds they rise and fall
This is the wonder of devotion - I see the torch we all must hold.
This is the mystery of the quotient - Upon us all a little rain must fall.


--Mbo


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: Amos
Date: 27 Jan 00 - 10:31 PM

(Thinks to self) (...That Dave, now, there's one who knows how to take a tack that will fill the sails with wind indeed. Musta picked it up in da Navy or da hoosegow, one or the other; sure carries on like a sailor, though. Now that should be an old expression! Maybe if I spread it around now, it'll become one before my grandkids grow up. Mebbe I'll try throwin some bread on the waters an' see what takes....) (Aloud) That Dave, he really carries on like a sailor, don't he though? That's what my old ma used ta call it. Carries on just like a sailor, yes sir..!


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: Dave (the ancient mariner)
Date: 27 Jan 00 - 09:25 PM

Mbo M'boy you should be dancin with Caitrin before one of these US (unservicable) Matelots trys a pass at her... Dont worry about the Navy guys they only pretend to be tough, they just want some fun and booze like us. They usually keep it civil unless provoked.. of course if the drunk over there dont watch out he might just piss off the wrong guy that is a US Marine and they dont have as good a sense of humour as us Matelots...Excuse me boys I'm just gonna stand by that gorgeous singer and bite anyone that attempts to hurt her. I wanna another song anyway shes a great singer as well as cute....Hey darlin anyone gets rough with you they will be really sorry tonight....Hey pal I'm a British Merchant Mariner you know the ones they warn you about... yes thats right you can fight the marines the Royal Navy and all the bloody Pongo's you like but I'm one of the guys the chiefy told you not to play with...Leave the lady alone unless she wants to dance with ye??


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: Amos
Date: 27 Jan 00 - 07:12 PM

Oh, that Mbo, he's got it bad! But that might be good. Caitrin, I say ya slap a pair 'a cuffs on him now. WHile the iron is hot, so to speak...cancha see his heart's on his sleeve?
.
A


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: Mbo
Date: 27 Jan 00 - 06:44 PM

My Lord, Caitrin, you bring tears to my eyes everytime you perform! Do you know "Stouthearted Men"?

--Mbo


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: Caitrin
Date: 27 Jan 00 - 06:33 PM

Don't you worry yourself 'bout me, Mbo. I appreciate the concern, though. : )

Alright, Lonesome. Since you've managed to leave the heat at home for once, I'll sing some Johnny Mercer for ya. : ) I don't know "You made me love you", though. You heard "Something's Gotta Give"? It's one o' my favorite Mercer tunes.

When an irresistible force such as you
Meets an old immovable object like me,
You can bet as sure as you live,
Something's gotta give, something's gotta give,
Something's gotta give.
When an irrepressible smile such as yours
Warms an old implacable heart such as mine,
Don't say no because I insist
Somewhere, somehow, someone's gonna be kissed.
So, en garde, who knows what the Fates have in store,
From their vast mysterious sky?
I'll try hard ignoring those lips I adore,
But how long can anyone try?
Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight it with all of our might,
Chances are some heavenly star spangled night,
We'll find out as sure as we live,
Something's gotta give, something's gotta give,
Something's gotta give.

Whew...just sailors. For a sec there, I thought we was about ta get a raid!


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: Amos
Date: 27 Jan 00 - 06:16 PM

Oh, no!!! Right hear in (East) River City!!! Here it comes. Sailors and maidens and the devil to pay!!


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: GUEST,Fair Young Maiden
Date: 27 Jan 00 - 06:14 PM

'Who's that Kno-cking at my door?
Who's that knocking at my door?
Who's that kno-cking at my door?"
Said the Fair Young Maiden.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: Easy Rider
Date: 27 Jan 00 - 03:33 PM

Did you notice their uniforms, and the bars on their sleeves?

They're all officers, and there's the Captain, Barnacle Bill.

"My name is Me. I'm home from the sea. says Barnacle Bill the Sailor."


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: Dave (the ancient mariner)
Date: 27 Jan 00 - 02:31 PM

Thats what I get for my home made hooch, But I'll take it you got any objections to seeing what they will pay in Chicago for the next load? I think you will get more profit and I'll broker a deal for a small cut? say 10% of the profit difference? These sailors are going to have fun here, but just watch out fer trouble when it comes with these guys its usually in tons and all hands get involved.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: Amos
Date: 27 Jan 00 - 12:49 PM

Youuuuu made me love you,
I didn't wanna do it, I didn't wanna do it...
You know you made me love youuuu!

Caitrin musta seen da lump in your pocket, LEJ..
Oww!!! Don' tell her I said that!

A.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: Amos
Date: 27 Jan 00 - 12:48 PM

Youuuuu made me love you,
I didn't wanna do it, I didn't wanna do it...
You know you made me love youuuu!

Caitrin must seen da lump in your pocket, LEJ..
Oww!!! Don' tell her I said that!

A.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: GUEST,LEJ
Date: 27 Jan 00 - 12:20 PM

Damn cookie cutter got me again. Above post LEJ's.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: GUEST
Date: 27 Jan 00 - 12:18 PM

Oh, criminetalies, there goes the neighborhood. Who let the swabbies in here? No offense Dave. Just that these damn sailors will give the place the air of a Bowery Dive in no time.

And kiddo, I'm packing no heat. Where'd you get a crazy idea like that? No need for firearms in this fine company, purely the horse and buggy trade here. Say kid, do you know the tune You Made me Love You? It's really the cat's meow. Or anything by Johnny Mercer.

Dave, I'll get $10 a case for that hooch, that's 18 grand. And you want 10 grand to bring it? I'll pay you two thousand up front, 4 thousand on delivery- that's six grand for two day's work. Hard to beat, my friend.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: Easy Rider
Date: 27 Jan 00 - 10:53 AM

Suddenly the front door flies open, and a stream of blue uniforms flows in...

The USS Arizona is in port, and the sailors are out on shore leave...

(I bet you thought it was the cops!)


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: GUEST,Mbo
Date: 27 Jan 00 - 10:45 AM

Alright, Miss Caitrin, I was only offering my services as a gentleman. Just remember to watch your caboose! I'm gonna sing everyone something, now.


I see the lonely road that leads so far away
I see the distant lights that left behind the day
But what I see is so much more than I can say
And I see you in midnight blue.

I see you crying, now you've found a lot of pain
And what you're searching for can never be the same
But what's the difference, 'cos they say "What's in a name?"
And I see you in midnight blue.

I will love you tonight
And I will stay by your side
Loving you, I'm feeling midnight blue

I see you standing there, far out along the way
I want to touch you, but the night becomes the day
I count the words that I am never gonna say
And I see you in midnight blue.

Can't you feel the love that I'm offering you?
Can't you see how it's meant to be?
Can't you hear the words that I'm saying to you?
Can't you believe like I believe?
It's only one and one, it's true
Still, I see you in midnight blue

I see beautiful days
And I feel beautiful ways of loving you
Everything's midnight blue.


--Mbo


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: Amos
Date: 27 Jan 00 - 10:04 AM

Take three darned socks. Separate the darn from the socks. Fry in a light oil.

A.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: MMario
Date: 27 Jan 00 - 10:00 AM

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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: Caitrin
Date: 27 Jan 00 - 09:52 AM

Oh my. This is gettin' pretty crazy, cats. Best keep it cool, 'less you wanna get bounced.
And don't worry, Mbo...I can take care o' myself. : )
Mario, just how does one "fry mends"?
*walks down to LEJ and Dave's table and grabs a chair* Lonesome, you wouldn't be packin' heat in here again, would you? You know Max doesn't like it...


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: Amos
Date: 27 Jan 00 - 09:39 AM

Spuz you weaking suttha Tarbender, Tir?


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: MMario
Date: 27 Jan 00 - 09:12 AM

*sob!*

lovely! so sweet! TearBander! Ronather found or fry mends!

hic


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: Amos
Date: 27 Jan 00 - 09:05 AM

"Nothin' could be sweeter, than my sweetie when I greet her in the mooooorning!"

(The crowd chimes in, bleary-eyed and sentimental).


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: GUEST,Mbo
Date: 27 Jan 00 - 08:46 AM

Oops...the above was from me! Let's see: "Nothing could be finer than to see my Carolina in the mooooorning...."

--Mbo


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: GUEST
Date: 27 Jan 00 - 08:15 AM

Don't worry, Caitrin, I'll protect you! Come guest, come gun, come shiv, come G-man! They'll have to get through me first. Now who's gonna sing "Carolina In The Morning"?

--Mbo


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: GUEST,Roger the skiffler
Date: 27 Jan 00 - 03:55 AM

Waiter fill up my teapot from a bottle with a label on. Say what you like about Canadjans they smuggle some good stuff over the border. Who's that gettin' up on the bandstand? Young Lonnie Johnson and about to sing, Miss Victoria Spivey. Put the guns away, folks and listen to this...


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: Robo
Date: 27 Jan 00 - 01:21 AM

"Whisky and pain both taste the same, during the time they go down! D'ja hear that!" shouts Clifton.

"Don't get no better than that," Rob agrees, spinning his rub o' the brush, "no better."

All around them the room's gone mad, on its feet, jumping, screaming, crying for joy mad!

And amid the delirium, the shadowed stranger cases his Gibson and slips slowly, silently through the writhing throng. Then he gone.

"Bartender!" barks Clifton. "You see that guy again, all his drinks are on me, see?"

Rob nods approvingly. "Your learning, my man," he says with a wink. "You're learnin'."


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: thosp
Date: 27 Jan 00 - 01:00 AM

Old rockin' chair's got me Cane by my side Fetch me that gin, son 'Fore I tan your hide Can't get from this cabin Ain't goin' nowhere Just sitting here [grabbing?] At them flies round this old rockin' chair

My dear old aunt Harriet Up in heaven she be Send down sweet chariot For the end of these troubles I see

Old rockin' chair Judgement day is near I'm chained to that old rockin' chair


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: Robo
Date: 27 Jan 00 - 12:56 AM

"Told ya this guy was cool," says Clifton, as the Gibson Guy let's it loose. . . .

"The night club was burning

From the torch singer's song

And the sweat was floodin' her eyes

The catwalk squeaked

'Neath the bartender's feet

And the smoke was too heavy to rise

"She sang of the love that I left her

And of the woman that she'll never be

Made me feel like the buck and a quarter

That I paid 'em to listen and see

I paid 'em to listen and see

"I was born down in Kansas

'Neath the October sky

Work the day shift from seven to three

And the only relief that I receive

Is nearer my God to Thee

She constantly throws me off timing

Leaves me standing both naked and bare

Makes me feel like the Sunday funnies

After everything's gone off the air

Everything's gone off the air

"I picked through the ashes

Of the torch singer's song

And I ordered my money a round

For whiskey and pain

Both taste the same

During the time they go down

"She sang of the love that left her

And of the woman that she'll never be

Made me feel like the buck and a quarter

I paid 'em to listen and see

Yeah, I paid 'em to listen and see."


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: Robo
Date: 27 Jan 00 - 12:47 AM

"Sorry to interrupt," says the gaunt G-man.

He spoke of listening to that little girl who was almost a lady sing her songs, and being inspired to dash off one of his own.

"Like to play it for ya," he drawls. "Ain't named it yet, so let's just call it 'Smoke Gets in Your Eyes at the Mudcat Speak' until I come up with somethin' better."

"Why I oughtta," shouts a young man, drawing his steel from his belt. But the girlfriend, a calmer sort, yanks him by the ear back into his seat.

Another blaring shot, that C again, and the show is on . . .


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: Robo
Date: 27 Jan 00 - 12:38 AM

And then, a shot!

Clear, clean and cool.

Heads dive, turning the whole room shorter in a flash; the barman disappears behind the burnished brass-railed bar.

The brothers don't move, but slap each other's shoulder and laugh. "That's a C!" they chime.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: JenEllen
Date: 27 Jan 00 - 12:31 AM

Now, Now. boys...can't let Max's fine establishment get outta hand. You go messing around and the invitation won't be offered again. Let's have a song, eh? You on the stage, put your lil' case right back where you found it, honey.

Amos' shot has gone straight to my head, I'm afraid you fellas will have to grab the hankies, I'm in a mood...

*slowly detaching herself from the sailor, the bootlegger, and the airman with the sad eyes, she makes her way to the stage with the piano player in tow..*

Mama may have
Papa may have
But God bless the child
Who's got his own
Who's got his own


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: Robo
Date: 27 Jan 00 - 12:28 AM

The crowd is beyond curious now, restless, more unsure by the second. Women huddle. Coats and jackets are being pulled thrown back everywhere across the room, the glint of belt-cinched heaters crackling in young men's eyes.

"I dunno," he whispers to his brother, slamming down a jigger, missing his mouth with half of it.

"Stay cool, kid," says Rob, the brother, flashing two fingers at the barman, who dutifully refills their shots.

The two click glass and throw the hootch back.

"It's not mayhem we're looking at," Rob says, fingering his diamond ring roughly. "It's magic."


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: Dave (the ancient mariner)
Date: 27 Jan 00 - 12:27 AM

LEJ put up that pea shooter of yours, see the guy on the door? he wont let anyone pack a piece the size of a thompson in here, hell I'm surprised he let you and that other dude pack heat. Hell he made me check mine at the door the bastard. Why dont we talk about the Newfie run.. Sailing vessels cant outrun the cutters and patrol boats but I've got an Irish buddy with a couple of twenty five knot + boats that'll outrun anything that comes our way...one of them is a new ELCO boat that runs like a scalded cat.. can carry a hundred tons a run. I can deliver it anywhere you like from Chicago to Miami...how about it mate $5000 now and $5000 on delivery, no delivery get your cash back..sound good?


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: Robo
Date: 27 Jan 00 - 12:27 AM

The crowd is beyond curious now, restless, more unsure by the second. Women huddle. Coats and jackets are being pulled thrown back everywhere across the room, the glint of belt-cinched heaters crackling in young men's eyes.

"I dunno," he whispers to his brother, slamming down a jigger, missing his mouth with half of it.

"Stay cool, kid," says Rob, the brother, flashing two fingers at the barman, who dutifully refills their shots.

The two click glass and throw the hootch back.

"It's not mayhem we're looking at," Rob says, fingering his diamond ring roughly. "It's magic."


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: Robo
Date: 27 Jan 00 - 12:08 AM

Mounting the stage, the stranger smoothly withdraws the his weapon from its dark casebox. The crowd grows hushed, puzzled. Something, but what?, is about to happen.

At the bar, the short balding guy and his chick-magnet brother are alerted. They turn their attention from a couple of redheads and take note of the man and his killer black Gibson pulling up a chair just out of the spotlight.

"Who is hell is that?" Clifton wonders, a sense of great compromise in voice.

Straining to see through the smoking haze, the brother pauses, then suggests, "Looks like that John Garfield."


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: Lonesome EJ
Date: 27 Jan 00 - 12:03 AM

Say, Sport. I'm not sure I like the look of this jake with the guitar case. Reaches for the snubnose .38 in the waistband of his trousers. Looks up to see at least two dozen other patrons pausing in mid-conversation, their eyes on the dark stranger


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: Robo
Date: 26 Jan 00 - 11:52 PM

The band's announced a break, and amid the raucous din the shadowed stranger suddenly, slowly, stands and makes his way to the front . . .

Case in hand.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: Lonesome EJ
Date: 26 Jan 00 - 11:49 PM

Dave, I'd be honored to buy you a drink, sport. It's Scotch, is it not? Bartender, a double Scotch for mon ami and another for me. It's good to see you alive and well. Still riding those rust tubs up the Great Lakes way? And how's your wife, the cute little English kid? That was your wife, wasn't she Sport?

And, right, my leg did get better, though shorter. Knocks the empty glass tumbler against his wooden shin . It's walnut from knee to toe. Here...Raises pant-leg to display a small compartment in the calf. Opening this, he reveals a silver pint flask It's no cheap wine, Dave. Try it...twelve year old Single Malt Scotch. I've 1800 cases of it in a warehouse in Newfoundland. I'll run it to Rochester, New York in false-bottomed box cars, unless of course, you can think of a more expedient and less costly solution. A small sailing craft, shallow draft and quick, might bring it ashore in one of a thousand secluded coves on the Seaboard.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: Robo
Date: 26 Jan 00 - 11:47 PM

Wait, who's that guy way back in the corner? Dark hair. Dark, rumpled suit. Funny smile.

And that case. Either a super Tommy . . .

Or a Gibson.


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: Amos
Date: 26 Jan 00 - 11:18 PM

The bowlegged bookie with the big heart finishes his "coffee", and prepares to leave, bowing to the comely Caitrin, and singing as he makes his way to the back of the room.

You must remember this
A kiss is just a kiss
A sigh is just a sigh
The fundamentals still apply
As time goes by

It's still the same old story
A quest for love and glory
A case of do-or-die!
The fundamentals still apply
As time....goes...by!

(Exits through the velvet deadlight drapes, humming).


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: Mbo
Date: 26 Jan 00 - 11:15 PM

**SIGH** I think I'm in love, Eustace. Now all I have to hear is "Sleepy Time Down South" and I think I'll lose it. And the tears I cry might turn into the rain, that gently falls upon your window--you'll never know.

--Mbo


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: Caitrin
Date: 26 Jan 00 - 11:06 PM

Alright, if I have any more I won't be able to stand up for the next set. Here's one of my personal favorites, a nice number for an alto like myself...
They way you wore your hat the way you sipped your tea The memory of all that No, no they can't take that away from me

The way your smile just beams the way you sing off key the memory of all that No, no they can't take that away from me

We may never, never meet again On the bumpy road to love Still I always always have the memory of:

The way you held your knife The way we danced till three The way you changed my life No, no they can't take that away from me


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Subject: RE: Mudcat Speakeasy
From: Mikal
Date: 26 Jan 00 - 11:02 PM

Ah, something with the blues in it I think. I have a great love for blues….

Now the rain is a-fallin' And the train is a-callin' "OOOee"! My Mamma done tol' me. Hear that lonesome whistle Blowin 'cross the trestle, "OOOee," My mamma done tol' me. AOOOOeee, OOOOOeee The clickety clack's a-echo-in' back the Blues in the Night

(He pulls a small black notebook from his coat, and checks again the names and ships in the left hand column against the totals in the right. Yes, he decides, the ship will be in tonight, with a load of fifty Irish desperately wanting to be in America, and none of them legal. It would be profitable…)

Another, good man….White wine, of course.

Mikal

(Hey, I play my ancestors. Some of them were swine!)


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