"My candy corn from Halloween is pretty stale, and Thanksgiving got gypped as advertisers jumped straight over it to getting us pumped up for Christmas spending. The days are short and the nights are cold. The hound dog has raided the hen house and I've got pooched eggs again".
"Ordinarily I would try to tell you something to counteract all of the above craziness, but my news this month is perhaps the craziest of all: Last month I wrapped up filming my role in the new National Lampoon movie called "Republic of Pete". It's a classic tale of youthful hijinks. (Think Mickey Rooney and Judy Garland) Okay, not exactly. It's a college comedy with all of the requisite gross humor and frat boy titillation. (Think National Lampoon) Here's the plot: A likeable slacker kid has an evil nefarious grandfather. Grandfather wants to protect his assets after an unfortunate incident involving killer lawnmowers, so assigns a huge pile of dough to said slacker grandson. That would be Pete, of the title. Pete and his buddies buy an island, set up their own republic, hire strippers, import a lot of beer, and stumble upon a more-than-slightly addled fellow who already lives on "their" long believed to be deserted island.
Okay, I'm not Pete...or one of his friends...or his grandfather
...and no, I'm not one of the strippers. Can you guess?
I don't know when to expect the limo to whisk me off to the world premiere, but I will keep you posted. My character has no name and is simply referred to as "Island Guy" so keep an eye out for him with the other Republic of Pete action figures in any offbeat shops near you. On the music front, check out the SHOWS page for some upcoming events. I'll be back to traveling like a normal Wilbury again very soon.
"My candy corn from Halloween is pretty stale, and Thanksgiving got gypped as advertisers jumped straight over it to getting us pumped up for Christmas spending. The days are short and the nights are cold. The hound dog has raided the hen house and I've got pooched eggs again".
