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Absolute Blue Invitation 11/15/13 - 11/17/13
Absolute Blue’s PSA
Their eyes met briefly but intensively before she quickly looked away. Biding his time he meandered to the bar and ordered another drink. As Absolute Blue stumbled into a love song he downed his beer and slammed the empty bottle on the bar. He knew the time was now. He walked directly to her table and as she smiled shyly back, asked her to dance. She said nothing but took his hand and they walked the short distance to the dance floor. He took her in his arms and they looked longingly into each other’s eyes. They swayed back and forth through a chorus and part of a verse. But uncomfortable with the silence he finally spoke.
“This song sucks,” he blurted out.
“No,” she said softly, “it’s just the way they’re playing it.”
“But he played a C# when it should have been a D!”
“Yes,” she replied knowingly.
He continued the dance for several bars, his frustration growing.
“I can’t….I just…can’t,” he said pulling away.
He turned and walked directly to his late model Camry, leaving her there love struck and alone. He drove straight home where he googled Romanian mail order brides and she continued her meth addiction, both wondering what could have been on a perfect night, with a perfect dance with a less than perfect band.
Don’t let this happen to you. Finish the dance!
This has been a public service announcement brought to you by Absolute Blue and the National Dance Council…
This weekend finds us at The Old Fish House in Grant Saturday from 6 to 10…
Then it’s our last Sunday of the year at SBI from 2 to 6…
Absolute Blue Invitation 11/01/13 - 11/02/13
Absolute Blue’s Edgarallenpoetry
Twas the night ‘fore All Hallows and all down the block
No one heard music, no hip hop, no rock
And Don with his trumpet, and I with my gear
Hoped trick or treaters would soon end up here
Then we quickly arose from our peaceful condition
We knew from the sirens to assume the position
Yo Billy, Yo Skipper, I’m here to say
We’ve had some complaints all down A1A
They’re sick of the noise, said they’ve had enough
So please turn around while I slip on the cuffs
But officer no, please hear what we’re saying
It cannot be us, we’re not even playing
You’re not playing Skynrd, not playing Chicago?
No officer, no, but we might be tomorrow
He laughed and unshackled The Worst Band he’s seen
Then told us to have us the best Halloween…
Join us at a new venue, X-cess Sports Club, Friday from 9 to 1. X-cess is on Washburn, just east of the Sarno/Eau Gallie split (671 Washburn Ave)…
Then Saturday we’re back at Squid Lips from 7 to 11…
Absolute Blue Invitation 10/25/13 - 10/26/13
Absolute Blue’s Randominity
While we are glad that the government is back online, what we need to realize is that there is such a backlog of bribery, skullduggery, partisan politrickery and lame duckery that your simple document request will not be addressed until early next year, with Obamacare going so well and all.
We are consistently outraged at the millions of dollars being donated for cancer. We at Absolute Blue have been and always will be against cancer.
We would also like to suggest that instead of pay per view, the viewers themselves be compensated in cases where their sports teams especially suck. So instead of paying to see the Jaguars incompetence, those witnessing the debacle would actually be paid for each minute they had to sit through, kind of a revenue sharing that includes the fan. Or at least a bartering system so that each hour we have to sit through the Astros on ESPN we earn an hour of Buxom Beach Babes on Playtime.
And as we look forward to our relaunch, we will be taking donations for Don’s facelift, Tom’s buttlift, Bill’s botox, Kevin’s lipo, Skip’s implants and rhinoplasty for our pet rhinoceros.
And Skip asked if all the cows suddenly died if it would be a cattleclysmic event.
Only one damn thing to do this weekend: Get on down to Pineda Inn on Saturday from 7 to 11. See you there…
Absolute Blue Invitation 10/18/13 - 10/20/13
Absolute Blue’s 1ZA
It turns out that our position as the official band of the first zombie apocalypse was not, as we thought, honorary, except for some very specific tax breaks. We unfortunately have squandered most of the stipend on beer and lottery tickets and sold the commemorative memorabilia on eBay. We have also been summoned before the Joint Subcommittee on Massage Services, Celebrity Affairs and Zombie Management as well as the Secretary of the Interior Decorator for our negligence in submitting a formal plan for fiscal 2014. To avoid penalties, fees and incarceration, we have quickly put together a poorly constructed and ill-conceived strategy, the same approach we use in our music, to deal with this impending disaster. The below steps illustrate our multi stage proposal, which calls for unilaterally unsound policies as well as an unprecedented tax burden on the public, but in the name of national security if not global security, we need a clear and actionable plan in place. Unfortunately this ain’t it:
-Create the ‘No Undead Left Behind’ educational initiative.
-Develop a process for translating all official English documents, including textbooks, fortune cookies and street signs, into a series of grunts and clicks, intelligible by the non-living.
-Establish an extensive dental and vision plan under Ozombicare, provided they actually have teeth and eyes, respectively.
-Create additional medical coverage for zombies that can prove they were killed within the US or any trust territories.
-Provide a path to citizenship for undocumented zombies, once they curb their appetite for other citizens.
-Petition the FDA to create a new food pyramid, consisting of internal organs, brains and living flesh.
We have solicited funding for the aforementioned from GOP coffers, assuming that the brain dead and soulless will eventually become Republicans…
This weekend catch The Worst Band You’ll Ever Love at the Old Fish House at Treasure Coast Marina in Grant Saturday from 6 to 10…
Then Sunday at SBI from 2 to 6…
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