Roctoberfest! (*ouch!*)

I'm tired. I'm having one of those ass-kicking weeks. Busy workdays, busy Poderosa-upkeep days. And music. Lots of music.

If I were to go to B'burg for Community Band tomorrow night, it would be a week of Community Band Wednesday, Sauerkraut Band benefit in B'burg on Thursday, Oktoberfest Friday and Saturday, and another SK Band gig, this one in Winchester, VA, on Sunday. Something tells me Community Band practice will be right out.

So anyway, this gig Sunday in Winchester. First of all, Winchester is far away. It's even farther up on the map than Washington, DC. It's going to be a long trip up, and probably even a longer trip back, seeing as how it will be Sunday night, in the wee hours of Monday morning actually, and I'll be having to go to work the next day. And I may be drunk.

But there's another thing about this Winchester gig. Your semi-esteemed Sauerkraut Band has been invited to play at - yes, get ready for it - Roctoberfest. It's some sort of an all-day festival with a bunch of rock bands...and us. And frankly, I'm just a little bit worried about that.

I've done my share of wondering about why we were even put on the bill, then it came to me that we may well be there for comedic effect.

Last week we all got an email from Ed, our Fearless Leader (obviously), saying we probably need to approach this gig with a little different mindset from the normal Sauerkraut Band fare. And he was open to suggestions. And, well, you know us, you've read some of the quotes, the suggestions started pouring in.

First of all, Mr M fired this missive: "Frankly, I'll be surprised if we don't have things thrown at us--garbage and bottles--and I'm not kidding. We need a plan for what to do if that happens."

Then the inimitable Seth suggested a song to do (a collection of polkas). Then he suggested a song not to do (a horrid arrangement of "The Sauerkraut Polka," a song that's probably our theme song, though no one wants it to be), unless each member of the band had put away an entire bottle of Jagermeister first. Then he casually mentioned that, based on Mr M's statement, he'd be packing heat for this gig.

Kevin suggested doing an arrangement of "Rawhide," and Mr M suggested a German march version of "House of the Rising Sun." I threw in a polka Sex Pistols medley and possibly a waltzing-schunkling version of "Free Bird."

Then I suggested, quite seriously, actually, that this concert should be - and I still shudder to think I ever said it - the raunchiest, rowdiest set we've ever done. Just give up the reins and let the horse run wild. And letting the Sauerkraut Band horse run wild is something akin to releasing the Tasmanian Devil in Tiffany's, let me tell you.

Anyway, we have absolutely no idea what's going to happen. It would make me deliriously happy, for some reason or other, to see a sea of rock fans swaying back and forth to the Sauerkraut Band, flicking their lighters and yelling, "En Muchen Steht Ein Hofbrauhaus!"

Then again, I'm weird.

Anyway, when it's all over, if I'm still alive, maybe the next Picture Sunday can be of the various scars I've accrued from the thrown rocks and bottles.

Betland's Olympic Update:
* Acrowinners, we have acrowinners. So, what makes yall feel old?
- Honorable Mention goes to Funafuti, with his "Sandra's ass, naked, left Brian nevertheless edgy." Well, it makes me feel old, anyway.
- Runner-Up goes to LilyG, with her "Sought a new lens, because no eyesight." Too true, though I loved the Barbara Eden one - too bad it didn't have the right letter combo.
- And this week's winner is DeepFatFriar, with his "Sanity, and not libido, being nearly everything." You bet. No, I bet. You blog reader. And him Dr Birtenshaw.
-Thanks for all who played, well, you three above. Your prizes are in the mail.