12-16-2004, 02:02 PM
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the ‘Base,
Not a creature was stirring, not even Brazle’s dread-locked face.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with ease,
In hopes that Chris would soon fill them with new DVD’s.
The Base was nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of mic-stand rodeo’s danced in their heads.
With Groveless in his toque and PRZ in his Bono cap,
They all settled down for a post-tour, holiday nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Beanmedic sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and kicked aside Gibby’s stash.
The Inviolet light on the breast of new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of stage lights to objects below,
When, what to his wondering eyes should appear,
But Billy Ray, a stage, and a ‘99 Tour Chandelier.
With a tall and lanky lead, whose energy soared,
He knew in a moment it must be our Gord.
More rapid than Killer Whales his bandmates then came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Johnny! now, Bobby! now, Paul and now Gord!
We must play till we drop, ‘till even Rory is floored!
To the top of the porch, where they set up the stage!
While Wendy and Casey sold T-shirts, mostly beige.
As pot leaves swirled as the wild hurricanes fly,
Hugh and Carolyn partied with Chancellor and High.
So down to the lawn all the Hipbaser’s flew,
Shannon was sure it was by far the best view.
And then, with bass thumping, Cfern’s wishes rang true,
He and his baby heard the beginnings of “Grace, Too”
As K-Town threw up her hands and was turning around,
Opiated came first over the top, and then crashing down.
Jenna was dressed in her school teacher best,
While Esthete had to keep Highway Girl 28 from flashing her breasts.
A bundle of songs Sinclair had prepared on his list
Canuck Courage shouted “Get Back Again!” and just shook his fist.
Senschic, her eyes -- how they twinkled! How merry!
Violet Light Heron danced around like a fairy.
Gord’s droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
But the edge of his chin dripped with sweat in a flow.
With the stump of a smoke, Paul sang through his teeth,
And Bauer kept asking where he could score some more reef.
Skippy played drums on Drez 7’s little round belly,
Douglas had the munchies and ate a whole bowlful of jelly.
Akaso laughed as Tarokun spun around and did tricks,
And Hawks77 asked, but Johnny wouldn’t give him a stick.
Bobby winked his eye and Gord twisted his head,
lilbones screamed: “Rock will never be Dead!”
sfissel spoke not a word, but nodded in rhythm.
The Darkest Canuck was glad he brought a camera with‘em.
Down in the pit, Kim asked Gord for his sig,
While Lofty and o78 danced a bona-fide jig.
Ambitionless sprang to her feet, and gave a big scream,
Heron Outside kept asking if this was all just a dream.
Hours they passed, as Gord sang all his prose.
With a nod of thanks, he brought the show to a close.
They all sprang to the bus, and invited everyone in,
Ron, Hairbird and Jamie couldn't even begin.
There were thanks a plenty and drinks all around,
Most of the Hipbasers simply kissed the ground.
The boys said their goodbyes, they had another gig,
But in the annals of Hipdom, this one was BIG.
All the Hipbaser’s heard them exclaim, as the bus drove out of sight,
"A Hip Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone! Sorry I couldn't get everybody in, blame CC Moore.
I'm heading home for Christmas now, I'll look for everybody in Hamilton! I'll be wearing a beige shirt with blue sleeves, and hanging around Shannon, her brother, and a big goofy weight-lifter lookin' friend of mine. We'll certainly be the "it" crowd on the floor. Come by and say Hi!
Have a good one everybody.
Not a creature was stirring, not even Brazle’s dread-locked face.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with ease,
In hopes that Chris would soon fill them with new DVD’s.
The Base was nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of mic-stand rodeo’s danced in their heads.
With Groveless in his toque and PRZ in his Bono cap,
They all settled down for a post-tour, holiday nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Beanmedic sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and kicked aside Gibby’s stash.
The Inviolet light on the breast of new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of stage lights to objects below,
When, what to his wondering eyes should appear,
But Billy Ray, a stage, and a ‘99 Tour Chandelier.
With a tall and lanky lead, whose energy soared,
He knew in a moment it must be our Gord.
More rapid than Killer Whales his bandmates then came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Johnny! now, Bobby! now, Paul and now Gord!
We must play till we drop, ‘till even Rory is floored!
To the top of the porch, where they set up the stage!
While Wendy and Casey sold T-shirts, mostly beige.
As pot leaves swirled as the wild hurricanes fly,
Hugh and Carolyn partied with Chancellor and High.
So down to the lawn all the Hipbaser’s flew,
Shannon was sure it was by far the best view.
And then, with bass thumping, Cfern’s wishes rang true,
He and his baby heard the beginnings of “Grace, Too”
As K-Town threw up her hands and was turning around,
Opiated came first over the top, and then crashing down.
Jenna was dressed in her school teacher best,
While Esthete had to keep Highway Girl 28 from flashing her breasts.
A bundle of songs Sinclair had prepared on his list
Canuck Courage shouted “Get Back Again!” and just shook his fist.
Senschic, her eyes -- how they twinkled! How merry!
Violet Light Heron danced around like a fairy.
Gord’s droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
But the edge of his chin dripped with sweat in a flow.
With the stump of a smoke, Paul sang through his teeth,
And Bauer kept asking where he could score some more reef.
Skippy played drums on Drez 7’s little round belly,
Douglas had the munchies and ate a whole bowlful of jelly.
Akaso laughed as Tarokun spun around and did tricks,
And Hawks77 asked, but Johnny wouldn’t give him a stick.
Bobby winked his eye and Gord twisted his head,
lilbones screamed: “Rock will never be Dead!”
sfissel spoke not a word, but nodded in rhythm.
The Darkest Canuck was glad he brought a camera with‘em.
Down in the pit, Kim asked Gord for his sig,
While Lofty and o78 danced a bona-fide jig.
Ambitionless sprang to her feet, and gave a big scream,
Heron Outside kept asking if this was all just a dream.
Hours they passed, as Gord sang all his prose.
With a nod of thanks, he brought the show to a close.
They all sprang to the bus, and invited everyone in,
Ron, Hairbird and Jamie couldn't even begin.
There were thanks a plenty and drinks all around,
Most of the Hipbasers simply kissed the ground.
The boys said their goodbyes, they had another gig,
But in the annals of Hipdom, this one was BIG.
All the Hipbaser’s heard them exclaim, as the bus drove out of sight,
"A Hip Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone! Sorry I couldn't get everybody in, blame CC Moore.
I'm heading home for Christmas now, I'll look for everybody in Hamilton! I'll be wearing a beige shirt with blue sleeves, and hanging around Shannon, her brother, and a big goofy weight-lifter lookin' friend of mine. We'll certainly be the "it" crowd on the floor. Come by and say Hi!Have a good one everybody.