Monday, July 25, 2005

The Imaginary story of Lisgar O’Connor

Summertime, easy living, jumping fish, high cotton, good looking mothers, what else could a man ask?

How about moving…?

The time always comes where one’s living quarters seem no longer adequate. That once perfect dwelling has become too small, too noisy, too dark, too hot, too cold. It is no longer the calm oasis we deserve. Caravans come and visit all the time: family and relatives, old girlfriends and even the Taxman – people we love and cherish – pop in at the most inconvenient times.

To quote our good friend Casino Guy: even the luckiest deck of cards needs to be shuffled once in awhile.

It’s time for a change.

So, no: Lisgar O’Connor has not ceased to exist since their Montreal performance in May. Bill moved to an undisclosed address, took time to settle in, and is hitting the Bar Scene with his good friend Sly once again as Lisgar O’Connor.

“Change means getting rid of some crap.” That’s what the toddler in diapers told his good looking mother who replied: “Hush little baby, don’t you cry.” Won’t you come and see us play at Daniel O’Connell’s?

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