This has been a test of our emergency Snoose Junction Hotline...
Wherein, with little advance warning and only 15 minutes notice to convene, we were able to raise a quorum and then some, with which to converge upon the Center Of The Known Universe, aka Mr Spot's Chai House, at or around 8:15 pm local time and commence to BRING THE HOLY NOISE
In the service, as it were, of commemoration of an adjunct unit, the organism known as Agent HH. Let it never be said that Snoose Junction does not take care of its own!
Time restrictions, though established with firm clarity early in the proceedings, proceeded to warp and bend ala tube-driven Dali. Snoose Cadet Evan Strauss provided the low end with able assistance from Donovan. John Beezer and myself brought in the guitar amplification and accompanying axes (bold as rain) with assistance from Chris Hogan in the P.A. and guitaristics department. Big Stephen sang the boogie and in deference to the Agent no one called a foul on the non-improv state of his boogie - especially since half the room was dancing!
And the benevolent deity Reverend Betty, she who walks between the Chai jugs, she who presides over the evening's wave/fractal incursion, not only allowed this all to continue well past the prophesized Time Of The Closing (and on a Tuesday no less - ain't that supposed to be Chess Night?) but instigated in full complicity the conncluding James Brown Memorial Funk Jam, for our fallen Soul Brother #1... I'm not saying it was great, but we tried, and the whole room boogied down this time at the command of latecomer John Freakin' Foss: "This is a dance party, everyone!"
Props from the 5 to everyone who made it out to play, sing, dance, or otherwise pay tribute to the birthday girl. Had this been a genuine emergency, casualties would likely have been nil. A night that requires Snoose Action will not catch us napping