THE SWINGING LIGHTS BLOG POST #1
The thoughts and idiocies spouted by the writer of this blog are the poorly reasoned opinions of its writer only and not the opinions of the collective known as The Swinging Lights. I will start with that preamble only because in these completely rational times of advanced advancedness, it turns out that it may be impossible not to offend. This blog seeks only to……..well I dunno…….but not offend. If it were my own blog, I’d be trying to poke all your axioms in the kidneys, but only because I like to do that to my own axioms.
I promised not to use the word axiom in the first paragraph of the blog and failed.
This blog, nevertheless, is simply intended to keep contact and update the doings of the entity known as The Swinging Lights and to contribute to the end goal of taking over all areas of the world except for the state of Utah. We’ve tried there for a really long time and I have a theory that it is likely the only place we can’t take over, but certainly anywhere else would be easy, we just chose the hardest place first. Silly us.
Nevertheless, Never the less. Always the more? Sometimes the less? What a stupid word. I don’t like the word “Nevertheless” anymore. I ban it from future use on this blog.
Anyway, this band does not affiliate with a political party until that becomes nationally mandatory.
Band Lineup: As of today, Januaryish, 2019, The Swinging Lights consists of 5 Utah born Utahns who met in Utah. We are known to play around Utah and are expanding our efforts to fully service other parts of Utah:
Justin Carrell, a mountain monkey with ADHD on Bass,
Wayne Broderickberg, airplane man, band dad, responsible adult yet drummer boy,
Brad Barlow, formerly not a member of the Swinging Lights until he then suddenly was on piano and voice sounds,
Herc of the Avenues, band announcer, lawyer and guitar ringer,
and Chris Hanna, 32nd degree mason.
The band has recently completed an album and a release shindig (Yiddish for mandatory statewide meeting) that is now on a hipster disc that you can’t use unless you have the right equipment. It’s one of those Dinosaurs that you put the beak on the stone and I woulda wanted it on a CD but I don’t have a CD player anymore. I don’t know when that happened. CD players just sort of slipped out of my life like most women do.
Much more to say, but I’m gonna try to do this every day.