Monday, July 28, 2014

The Chainring Bop

Friday I got a text from Jeff:

 
 

Later in the day I got a text from Mandy:
Mozhicans want to come to dinner tonight.  Sound like fun?
I went into a tirade about how Jeaph was just using me to get his shoes.  But yeah, it would be fun to get together.  Mandy started fixing an amazing (that’s why I call her Amazndy) chicken curry and vegetable korma with a magnificent compliment of naan bread in anticipation of the voracious appetites of all involved.  It was getting later and later and no Moze family.  Then her phone rang.
“Hey Casey,” I answered.  Mandy had naan dough all over her hands.
“Are you guys headed this way yet?”
“Um, let me let you talk to Mandy,” and I handed the phone to my lovely and beautiful wife.
They got their wires crossed.  Both of them liked the idea of getting our families together for dinner but neither were very specific about the geography they had in mind.  Laughs all around.
We decided to load up all the indian fare and head to the wilds of High Rock.  Once we laid into the food all was forgiven/forgotten.  We watched a few minutes of Riding Giants until the kids’ noise levels prohibited even sidebar conversations over the movie. 
All but Mandy and Casey migrated to the “entertainment room” over the woodshop where us Chainrings discovered the Mozhican family recording studio complete with two electric guitars, drums, and an electric bass.
It didn’t take long before Jeaph had us all whipped up into a frenzy on some forgotten punk classic.  It went something like this:

Hey ho, let's go
Hey ho, let's go

There's a Moze on the kick drum
There's another on the bass line
The kids are out of their minds
The Chainring Bop

They're rockin' on the bike seat
They're sweatin' in the summer heat
Looking for something to eat
The Chainring Bop

Hey ho, let's go
Ridin' in the back now
Don't know why I'm ridin' slow
Jeaph's all cranked up and ready to go

We did a couple of takes and then Jeaph and Boone went into a bad joke/rim shot negative feedback loop.  But after a half dozen rotten eggs Boone really had the rim shot down. 
A good time was had by all, except those who turned down the invitation (you know who you are Mark), and I think in the near future there may end up being a Chainring/Mozhican punk tribute album.  You never know.

 

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