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'How Do You Like That' is the blog of longtime musician, bartender, open mic host, and general Treehouse guru Joe Peppercorn. Here we make an effort to get a glimpse into the madness of Joe's mind, so that we might further understand all of his wisdom... but dont look directly into the light! For that kind of madness could blind us all.
| 02 March 2010
Sorry, it has been a while since my last post- actually I am not really sorry- I don't get paid to write this stuff and some guy wanted to hurt me because of the Dump Your Boyfriend thing (he said that his wife left him and it was cause of guys like me?). Samuel Johnson said something along the lines of "only idiots write for no pay," and Samuel Johnson was right about everything. Still, here is my writing for nothing, because I must spread the word about what is going on Sunday nights at the Treehouse.
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| 25 January 2010
Remember that part in Walk Hard, the Johnny Cash biopic, where Sam Phillips is auditioning Johnny Cash? Johnny plays a kind of corny gospel song without any feeling and then Sam Phillips is all like “hey Johnny, that kind of sucks, I need something to play for guys when they get run over by cars and die in gutters, cause that happens all the time and it is a huge market. What songs do you have that I can sell to guys dying in gutters?” And then Johnny pulls out “Folsom Prison Blues,” and while you’re watching it you’re all like, WOW! That is awesome! That song is awesome! That scene is awesome! That idea is awesome! I really dig that song, and I really dig that scene! Sam Phillips, you’re a genius! SUN Studios in Memphis is now on my bucket list! Then Johnny Cash joins a boy band with Elvis, Jerry Lee Lewis, Carl Perkins, and Justin Timberlake, becomes a star, your grandparents love him, you love him, everyone loves him, and you're thinking: 'good thing for Folsom Prison Blues, otherwise Johnny Cash would have flopped that audition and we would have never heard of him.'
| 25 January 2010
When I was a kid way back in the 80s (new Coke was worse than you've heard kids), there were two things which shaped my ideas of the future, one of which was a book I inherited from my dad's childhood book collection called "You Will Go To The Moon."
| 27 December 2009
OK, Christmas is over. Let’s take a moment to reflect and bask in the afterglow of the gift-giving, the over-eating, the over-familying, and take stock of the gifts we received this year. Your mom gave you some wonderful gifts (mom is great). Despite being financially ruined in the aftermath of her and your father’s messy divorce eight years ago, and despite being left emotionally disheveled and spiritually frail, your mom managed to take a rather modest sum of money and turn it into some of the most thoughtful and beautiful gifts you have ever gotten. She got you a Starbucks card (and even wrote "the next eggnog latte is on me!" Your mom knows not only your favorite drinks, but also your favorite seasonal drinks). Your mom also got you a perfect fitting 60s dress she found in a second hand shop in Athens, a framed photo of the both of you from years ago, and a necklace that belonged to your great grandmother.
| 21 December 2009
Christmas and Holiday Music
I am sorry, but you are wrong. You tell your friends how nauseating Christmas music is. You tell everyone within earshot that you would rather stick a nail gun in your ear than have to listen to anymore Christmas music, because after all, they are the same thing. You tell your friends that when you were in high school, you were working at Cinnabon, and from November through December, you had to endure the worst Christmas music ever made. You had to listen to Ertha Kitt, Harry Connick Jr, Amy Grant and a bunch of Johnny Mathis wannabes singing saccharine versions of the worst Christmas songs. You are not alone: your friends all agree with you (your friends are awful): “OMG Kendra (your name is Kendra by the way), I hate Christmas music too! I had a job at Old Navy and was listening to Christmas music all the way up through the second week of January because they were late getting the 3 hour techno remix loop, which was surgically proven to increase the number of Painter Jeans sold” (your friend is somewhat clever, also, you guys are old. Your friend (her name is Jane) worked at Old Navy when people used to buy Painter Jeans, in fact, your college boyfriend wore painter jeans when he took you on your first date to Champps, and then your boyfriend took you to see Bicentennial Man, that guy was a better boyfriend than the guy you date now, even though the guy you date now knows better than to wear painter jeans on a date, not like your current awful boyfriend ever takes you on dates anymore).
| 08 December 2009
Welcome to the Treehouse blog. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Joe Peppercorn and I bartend at the Treehouse every Thursday and Saturday, run the open mic every Wednesday, and run the door every Friday. I am also a church organist, a father, an amateur animal husbandry afficianado and now, a real live blogger. Here you will find tri or bi-weekly entries wherein I will discuss the ins and outs of the Treehouse: meaning mostly music, movies, friendship, life and whatever else pops into my mind as I contemplate The Tree.
Let’s start with the name of the blog and where it came from.
