05-13-2015, 12:07 PM
While we're on the subject of helicopters; I feel I must relay the experience I had recently with a Helicopter Pilot at the Lava Shack in Pahoa.
He was performing on the guitar at the weekly "open mike" night. He first played this beautiful melodic instrumental that left the audience speechless. When done; he said "That was a little number I wrote called I nailed her on the pool table"
He was drinking pretty heavily, and immediately launched into another beautiful song that positively dazzled the crowd. When he was done he said "Thank you folks, that was a song I wrote called My dog just crapped in your yard"
He kept up like this for several more songs while pounding down the booze. This was getting pretty interesting; beautiful music with unusual titles.
Finally, he took a break and careened into the bathroom. When he stumbled out I commented; "Do you know your zippers down and your junk's hanging out?"
He replied; "Know it? Hell, I wrote it!"
He was performing on the guitar at the weekly "open mike" night. He first played this beautiful melodic instrumental that left the audience speechless. When done; he said "That was a little number I wrote called I nailed her on the pool table"
He was drinking pretty heavily, and immediately launched into another beautiful song that positively dazzled the crowd. When he was done he said "Thank you folks, that was a song I wrote called My dog just crapped in your yard"
He kept up like this for several more songs while pounding down the booze. This was getting pretty interesting; beautiful music with unusual titles.
Finally, he took a break and careened into the bathroom. When he stumbled out I commented; "Do you know your zippers down and your junk's hanging out?"
He replied; "Know it? Hell, I wrote it!"