So ... last night, I saw Eek-A-Mouse at my favorite little cape cod live music emporium, the Wellfleet Beachcomber. The band was great - really tight rhythm section, nice variation in keyboard & guitar tones - nice stuff. Eek-A-Mouse himself ... well ... he's good, he's gregarious, he's certaintly entertaining, but man-o-man, he kept asking the crowd "How ya feeling?" all night long ... he said it between songs, he said it during lulls in songs, he sang it ... I had a lot of trouble getting past this and enjoying the show more (admittedly, I'm much more of a funk fan than a reggae fan when it comes to heavily beat-oriented music). By the end of the night, it had gotten to the level of antipathy for me of rappers saying "put your hands in the air, and wave 'em like you just don't care".
I was thinking it would make an excellent drinking game to drink each time he says it in a show ... but most people would probably pass out after the 2nd song, if not earlier, assuming they were doing shots.
Oh, and for the record ... I'm feeling A-OK (though perhaps a bit bitchy) ... thanks for asking, Eek!
July 17, 2023 – Can you spell that for me?
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