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Blague

1  noun  ˈbläg, -ȧg   plural -s
: HUMBUG, CLAPTRAP, RAILLERY
2  intransitive verb   -ed/-ing/-s
: to talk pretentiously and usually inaccurately : lie boastfully

No show first Friday of February 2023

I'm sorry to say there's no Phoole & the Gang show Friday, February 3, 2023 - I need a week off. A lot goes into the show! And I got nothin' this week, just as a human entity; I need to just power down and recharge.


We'll be back next Friday with a special show featuring all tunes picked by Anna in Kokomo Indiana, because her birthday is on Valentine's Day, and it's the show nearest to that. Anna has been a hardcore tuner-inner to and supporter of Phoole & the Gang since its inception in 2013 and I'm excited to see what she picks for us to hear!


In the between-time, NICEOLATION SESSIONS are back! Mr. B the Gentleman Rhymer is the pioneer of the Chap-Hop movement, and his adoring throngs are the Nice Biscuits. Mr. B founded the Niceolation Sessions at the start of the COVID-19 pandemic; they've been on hiatus briefly, but they're back, on Mondays, beginning Monday, 6 February 2023, 2:00 p.m. Central US time (8:00 p.m. UK time - find your time at everytimezone.com) at https://mixcloud.com/live/gentlemanrhymer. The epi-genre shows are the height of delight, broadcast live from B Towers, and sometimes being graced by Lady C, who is a brilliant woman and stunning artist in her own right. If this blague is the first time you've heard of Mr. B, that is terrible, and I've failed you as a friend. Hie thee with all gusto to gentlemanrhymer.com and consume every part of the Chap-Hop Business Concern. Join the Guild of Chap-Hop, shell out some spondoolick and gobble up every tune you can from the Music repository, eyeball every videogramme. Mr. B is a human collision of P.G. Wodehouse and hip-hop, a consummate entertainer sans parallel, and is the cat's every pajama, plus he's just a truly great human being. He's even a novelist, for crying in the soup. Devour his debut novel ROAST BEEF. It's absolutely smashing. Get some. YOU WANT THE B.


I will probably devote blague entries to talking about living with CPTSD as a result of being an adult child of an alcoholic. Not today! I'm just warming up to the idea. Three years of near total social isolation has given me time to heal from some of that, but it's also given me distance to realize how much of my personality and work for the first 50 years of my life were really mainly trauma responses, especially the first 30 years. The last 2 decades have seen most of the worst of that burning off of me, and that has been painful. I'm hoping that by talking about this, if you are living with the same or similar circumstances, you might feel less alone, and you might feel like you can survive too.


That's it for this week. See you back in the PhooleOut Shelter next week!




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