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Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Meat and music in Perkasie

There's nothing that brightens up a Tuesday morning like a fresh Outta Leftfield blog post, especially when it has a title like this one. "Meat and Music in Perkasie" harkens back to the classic "A Night Out in Ambler" post - meaning the exciting tale of Morsch going somewhere (and doing something) totally mundane.

Got a chance to go to Perkasie Olde Towne’s “Hot Ribs, Cool Music” event Saturday. Unfortunately, we got there too late to sample the ribs or the pies. Frankly, given my fondness for both ribs and pie, that’s bad weekend planning on our part and an adjustment will have to be made to rectify that before next year’s event.

An adjustment... like getting there earlier?

The festival is built around two favorite pastimes: music and food.

You just said that.

It features ribs-grilling and pie-baking competitions,

You basically just said that, too.

a pie-eating contest and several music performers, including Zydeco-A-Go-Go, Dirk Quinn, Mike Greer & Co. and the Pennridge High School and South Middle School Jazz bands.

Wow, middle school jazz bands! Truly the peak of musical excellence. After stating the name of the event as "Hot Ribs, Cool Music," Morsch has now told us three times that the event features ribs and music.

Despite the steaminess of the day, there was a bit of a cool breeze blowing through the big tent as we enjoyed the music of Zydeco-A-Go-Go.

What does this even mean? "Despite the fact that it was hot, it was pretty cool."

I like any band that features a squeezebox and a guy who plays a metal washboard strapped to his chest with spoons, and Zydeco-A-Go-Go has both.

Was there a guy playing the gutbucket? Or a guy blowing on a jug of moonshine whiskey?

If there was a consolation to missing the ribs and pies, it’s that I didn’t spill any ribs or pie on my shirt. Next year, I’ll plan better and take another shirt along.

Hey, you know what never gets old? That hilarious "I spill things on myself" bit!

Labels: " Outta Leftfield, Mike Morsch, Montomgery Newspapers, Perkasie Olde Towne

So we label "Perkasie Olde Towne"... but not any of the bands and not "Hot Ribs, Cool Music."

Topps promotion is top-notch

And just for good measure - probably since the first post was like 50 words long - we get a second entry! Does everybody remember Morsch's absolutely loathesome "memories of baseball cards" article? Check the March Inta Rightfield archives, under "Morsch Tells Vague Story(ies)".

The Topps Company, longtime maker of baseball cards, has decided to feature one of my past columns in its “Topps Million Card Giveaway” promotion. I am both humbled and honored.

Don't be too honored - this only means that someone at Topps is a total dumbass. And don't be humbled - you're not nearly talented enough.

The column was from earlier this year and centered on a father-son-baseball-baseball cards theme.

Did it? As I remember it was unfocused, rambling, and contained two separate stories without any clarification on which one was the "special memory" the column was supposed to be about. And how sloppy does "father-son-baseball-baseball cards" look? This man writes for a living. Does that seem right to you?

The piece included some very personal and wonderful memories about my father and the collecting of baseball cards when I was a kid.

It also included some meaningless story about the local baseball team and where they went for drinks after a game.

Topps figured out a way to bring baseball-card collecting into the digital world with this promotion. It has reinvigorated my interest in baseball cards — something I never really lost through the years anyway

I call a foul on this. How can it "reinvigorate" something you "never lost"? He is also very mysterious about the nature of the promotion... for once, a little more detail would actually help.

— and I now get to share the hobby with my stepson. It’s heartening to watch the joy he gets from collecting and trading his cards.

I "collected" baseball cards for like a year, before I realized they were just little squares of cheap cardboard that you couldn't play with.

You can read the column here: http://bit.ly/aaazFf

Don't read it. Trust me.

Labels: Mike Morsch, Montgomery Newspapers, Outta Leftfield, Topps Company