ANOTHER LITTLE JACK MELODY ANNUAL BIRTHDAY GIG, AGAIN?,
HERE IN DENTON, AT DAN’S SILVERLEAF,
A MATINEE DOWNBEAT AT 3:00 PM
ON SATURDAY, JULY 12th, YEAR 2025.
WITH BELLS ON, NO DRESS CODE!
7/11/25, Dateline Denton, TX
I’m not even believing this. To excerptedly quote another Jack*, (as I sit here at the Remington with a brilliantly realized vokka gauntlet to my immediate right, leering and smecking seductively, no really),
The wheel of the quivering meat conception
Turns in the void expelling human beings…
and then the wheel of the quivering meat conception keeps turning, (until further notice), and before you know it, and the next thing you know, if you’re paying attention, is you discover you’re even older than you were at this time last year. Honest to god, I’m not making this up. Go figure. I never was good at math. This is blowing my mind. Hang on, vokka gauntlet…
As siren songs go... That’s better. Calms the nerves and tames the typewriter. No one knows why. And I still don’t like birthdays. I complained about it last year, come to recall. Always something to complain about, and I’m not even looking all that hard.
But it’s easy to remember when my birthday rolls around. It’s known that I was once born on July 11th. What?, and why is that easy? Okay, here goes—if you’re using numbers, July 11 becomes…7/11. As in 7-11. As in ubiquitous cosmodemonic convenience store inescapability. More than one millionbilliontrillion locations around the known universe, and even more in the unknown universe.
So just sayn. Every time you drive by a 7-11, think of me. With kindness, preferably. It’s a blessing of a curse, and it’s haunted me my entire life. This conception, anyway.
10 or 15 or 20 years ago I was at the grocery store, and I wrote a check for the purchase. The cashier asked to take a look at my driver’s license, and as she was writing down the particulars on my check, including my date of birth, she said, “Huh, born on 7/11—you must be lucky.”
Not being a gambler, or superstitious, and not knowing anything about any card game you can name, I wondered at this. Huh. So 7 and 11 are lucky numbers? Huh. How about that. My charmed life. Huh. No wonder I always roll a 7 or 11.
And they broke into song.
Wait, where was I? Hey Kids, let’s put on a show! We’ll call it Birthday Gig!
First. Here is the sterling batch of Young Turks who’ll be celebrating on stage with yours truly, Birthday Boy:
Brad Williams, harmonium and other keyboards
Dave Monsch, saxes, clarinet
Carl Kleinsteuber, tuba, and
Dennis Durick, drums
AND here are the detailed specs of the event:
Venue: Dan’s Silverleaf, 103 Industrial St., Denton, TX 76201
Date of gig: Saturday, July 12th, 2025
Downbeat of gig: 3:00 pm CST
Weather forecast: Honestly, it’ll probably be hot outside. But it will be much cooler inside.
Fashion forecast: Casual, comfortable, sensible shoes, bells on, Birthday suits not encouraged
What?!, why’s that?: Because Birthday suits tend to pull focus
So now you know. Another big old, (accent on old), celebration. Hello in there. Hello. We really do hope to see you all at the gig.
Peace out,
love to you all,
yours etc.,
Little Jack Melody
Denton, TX
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* Jack Kerouac, Mexico City Blues, 211th Chorus
