Dad Dancing

Return of the Daddy.
Thanks to The Manager I'm back via a long unpleasant trip trying to work out who I am.Atleast who I am to contribute in a modest way to Dad Dancing Blog. I did try setting up my own blog while tripping of into webspace and changed my identity to cinqueman , a mutant part dad part small disposable car. But its good to be back as plain Pete.
The Lost Mariner shanty and "Park and Ride", sound good . If we have the chance to do "Keep on running " as an exit number then ok , but my earlier suggestions of trans generational trans sexual ,I mean trans gender ,do I ? now seem both unrealistic and more than we could really manage.

Mariners lament

Hey guys, I know you are feeling thoroughly gigged out, but it would be great to have a final garden get-together before the intrepid Coileys sail into the sunset. We are happy to offer up our garden as a venue, unless there are better offers around. Possibilities are 22/23 July; 29/30 July or 12/12 August - it could be either Sat or Sun. What do you all think? Particularly B & G who we know will be v. busy fitting up their schooner.

Set list July 2

Here it is - comments required to confirm or dispute. "Should this be an interactive audience participation thing" asks Pete? Whaddaya think? I have my own (currently private) thoughts on the matter but I want to hear from you good bloggies out there.
Run time is 30 minutes which means keeping inter-song rambling to a minimum (oops just let out my private thoughts there).

To the baying chants of "Dads Dads Dads Dads" as the dry ice mists dissolve to reveal the Dads - pumped up and splendid in Stadium Rock attire.
Steve hits the first of many snare shots and John utters some incomprehensible Spanish as the Dads light up Tavistock with...
Vertigo (3 mins)
There is no time for snat chat because Mark hits the "power peddle", folds his fingers into an E chord and stutters straight into:
20th Century Boy (3 mins)
A wild and ecstatic crowd can't believe they are here to witness this; the Dads reach an option point YOUR VOTE COUNTS HERE:
Either Mark deselects the power peddle and strum-shuffles the opener for
Take your Mama Home (3 mins)
Or...
Rock takes hold of the band and they retro-pogo off to..
American Idiot (3 mins)

It's hot but they're happy - Pete bellows "Are you feelin Guuurde?" - "YEAAAAH!" comes the retort.
I Feel Good (3 mins)
As the last of the chords ballallang in their ears, there is no mercy - Steve Leads straight into:
Rocking in the Free World (4 mins)
A lightened up down-shifted run through the 3 chord sequence just before the 3rd verse gives Pete a chance to intro the band, the final chorus descends into a Dads "signature" power ending. Smoke is seen to be pouring from the nostrils of some small children standing near the PA
Mark hits the Southern Blues peddle to usher up
The Breeze (3 mins)
Pete gets 20 seconds to ask "are you warmed up yet?". Just enough time for Steve to ready his crazy tom roll into...
Peace love and understanding (4 mins)
The big guitar & drum finish (signature 2) drops to silence, John gets the "dum, dum, dum, dum, dum, dee, dum, dum" riff straight in his head then leads the Dads into...
Be My Girl (4 mins)
Segue! Pete gargles out the last ghhuuuurrrrl only for Mark to crash the opening chords for
Teenage Kicks (3 mins)

The crowd erupt, large dogs defecate spontaneously, the Dads have left the stadium.

Wake up and smell the options

I said I would blog and blog I have blogged.

The picture says it all - last night was a wake up call. There are two paths to follow:

One path is the route to a rich, ripe, full-cheese glory. The other path is not...

We need commitment and courage, but I know we can do this.

We should not chose the Cheese route because it is easy; we should chose it because it is hard - although admittedly not as hard as say Parmesan, but we certainly shouldn't be as soft as Cottage or Brie, somewhere beyond Farmhouse Cheddar but with rich blue veins is where we should be aiming.

Heed the wakeup call.

Smell the pungent odours.

Prepare for the journey.