Hail
and well met all you beloved minions of
the Mud Pit! It’s been far far too long since
we posted an updated "that
damn Muddy Rag", and we grovel in wholly
proper and stylish abject abashment. That is, forgive
us our muddled ways… this is the official
2004 Groundhog Day edition of “that damn Muddy
Rag,” and sure it’s actually a month
and some late, but what can we say – the Groundhog
casts one helluva loooong shadow. Better late than
nary! So we greet you in electronic exuberance,
glad you’ve stumbled across our ‘lectronic
lair. Please peruse the entire site at your leisurely
convenience. Drop by anytime. We
aim to gratify in a wholesome and earthy manner.
SO
now our lovely revamped web-hovel has
been up and running in it’s incredible new
form for nigh over a year, and we love the opportunity
to touch base with the friendly folk we bump into
during our long wanderings from Pit to Pit over
the course of the year. Last year we trumpeted
the 25th anniversary of the Mud Show,
but please keep in mind the Sturdy Beggars usselves
are actually a titch older than even that…
we were littering the streets with our insouciant,
supine forms for quite a while before the Mud
Muse settled on our beetled brows. We’ve
been doing various versions of this crazy antic
show long enough to be the dang Daddies of many
of you, and –shudder—if you’ve
been chugging milk chock full of bovine growth
hormones your whole life, maybe even – shudder—GranDaddies.
Now there’s a thought to make one contemplative
unto comatose.
The
point is, as our dear departed old pal
Jerry useta croon, what a long strange trip it’s
been, and we’ve absolutely loved making
the multitudes roar with laughter and mock rage
at all the Festivals and Faires that saw fit to
let us sneak in the back gate over the last two
decades and-a-half. Oy. Hey, don’t
be shy about sending us an e-note
if you can dredge up an amusing anecdote from
way back involving Sturdy Beggars and you or your
acquainti. Maybe we’ll start putting together
a Memory Book featuring the lyrical and loopy
legends offered by our long-time fans and friends.
BUT HOLD!! Let us not lapse dreamily into utter
fusty self-indulgent reflection and reminiscing.
Let us continue to look forward as well, to prod
you to give our 2004 Performance
Schedule a glance, to read up on our latest
brilliant blather. There’s more mud to daub,
more chortles to elicit, more fun to be had. And
have we will! So the trick is to treasure the
galloping good times we’ve had bounding
about the Mud Pits and amidst the crowing crowds,
staggering through the dusty thoroughfares of
the Faires, thoroughly… and continue to
strive to make merry and whup up big-time jollity
for the eager throngs. And that’s
where you come in.
Try
and make it the Renaissance Festival
nearest you and look us up if you can. Utilize
our links and such to get pertinent information
to facilitate your good times. See the wonders
a good Faire can offer, enjoy the living heck
outten your day, and then later, when the hazy
night has fallen and the seasons shifted, do return
here to mudshow.com to check in on our ruminations
and latest schemes. We’ve been around far
longer than is seemly, and God knows we’ll
linger like a comfy rash. Fun is our middle nickname,
and we look forward to generating some with your
shiny happy selves. See you at the Pit! And remember,
if
it’s not the Sturdy Beggars, it’s
not a Mud Show®.
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