by DirtyMartini on 24 May 2007 16:08
Three days to go!
Three days to wait!
Three days til show!
Three days to palpitate!
They say good things come to those who wait;
damn, we sure have waited long.
They say good things come in threes as well,
as triad notes make chords make songs.
Blind Melon said "Three is the magic number"
as they sang for School House Rock.
There's Three Blind Mice, Three Stooges,
and Three Bears with their Goldilocks.
Three states of time; Freud's infamous
three levels of personality.
Three Graces, Three Fates,
Three Furies, Three Hesperides.
MacBeth's Three Weird Sisters;
the Three Musicians of Picasso.
And of course, the holy trinity of
sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll.
But mostly there are The Three Blonde Heads
(though "blonde" might be a bit euphemistic),
for whom adults have turned to teens
with krazy kinetic antics.
Yesterday radio vans and news copters
at the Dry Docks came to assemble
to see The Trifecta set their stage,
and fans began to tremble.
Ears to air, they followed sounds
like moths drawn to the fire,
heads full of previewed tunes
shining brilliant as star sapphire.
In the wabe did they gimble and gyre.
Seems half Vancouver got drunk last night,
attempting to contain the spasms,
the electric blue excitement
in which you feel your every atom.
So close and yet so far
til we jump into the fray
to praise The Three for whom we came;
only THREE MORE DAYS TIL SUNDAY!
Dramatic highlights & a unique musical cosmos. Guaranteed.