My two sons, AKA Unorganized Hancock, are performing tonight in the very first venue they ever appeared at, The Mystic Theater at 49 Franklin Street. It's right here in town, so it's convenient, and it's one of the nicest stages I've ever seen, and I've seen a lot of them.
49 Franklin is a function hall on one floor and a performance hall upstairs where the kids will play. It's a re-purposed church of some sort, not sure what flavor. I was born a damn Papist and I can't tell those Know-Nothing sects apart. Presbyters or Unitarians; makes no difference to me. They don't even have incense or candles or anything. What's the sense of putting money in the plate if they're not going to put on a show?
The boys are in the Big City newspaper again. The Lewiston Sun Journal, or as my neighbor refers to it as: The Lewiston Sun Urinal. Well, we take our publicity as we find it, and don't cavil. I have no idea how they found out our sons' names, but they did. Any mocking references to the Journal have to be accompanied by a caveat that acknowledges that they at least do their job, and find things out and report them, unlike some hoity-toity rags that allegedly publish All The News That's Fit To Print. Those papers seem decidedly uncurious about a lot of things they report.
The show is being billed in the Journal as "Unorganized Hancock And Others". Snicker. Reminds me of this:
One of the most unintentionally funny moments in my entire life was driving up to that tired old barn of a nightclub, and as the billboard hove into view it read:
SIPPICAN'S OLD HAPPY HOUR BAND THAT SHALL REMAIN NAMELESS