Buck T. Edwards 

Hi folks, as humor is such a big part of all my shows, I thought I'd add a page for humorous stories, jokes etc. Hope you enjoy it! :) Buck

1. Anyway, I’m in this band and we played a gig in Boothbay Hahbah, Maine. Hahbah, it’s like pahk the cah in yahd Muffy. Boothbay Harbor universally renowned for having the highest tooth per head count on the entire Maine coast. So we pull into town and ask a local for directions to Gray’s Wharf Old man on the corner sez, “Heh, heh, you’re just about standin on it sonny”, ha, ha everyones a colorful local character here, great. So I tell him, “Just give me the directions old man or that won’t be all I’m standin on!”So we cross the street and enter the club. The 6'10" 400 pound barman wearing a Hell’s Angel’s vest helps us load in and then informs us that they play both kinds of music there. “Country and Western,” I smartly reply. “No, he sez, good music and the kind that gets pencilneck musicians thrown off the end of the wharf har, har, har!  Great again, we’re playing for the rednecks from Deliverance. I wisely resist the urge to tell him “you sure gotta purty mouth” and instead instruct the band to set up quickly and whip into a stirring rendition of “Flirtin with Disaster” You know, “I’m travelin down the road I’m flirtin with disaster, Bomp, bomp, bomp, yeah” we finish to thunderous applause and a women approaches the stage, “You guys are really great do you know any Madonna?”  There’s four guys in our band and I’m dying to know what it was exactly in our rendition of Molly Hatchett that just screamed these guys must play Madonna?”  “Well, she’s pretty good.” Great! Right now being thrown off the end of the wharf is starting to look pretty good. We’re just about to play on when the barman comes up again. “Great music boys, could you do me a small favor?” Sure we’ll do anything that will keep us out of the harbor.  “Great, my Uncle Brud is gonna join you on stage for a number or two. “Wonderful.” I say. Brud, hmmn, sounds a homebrew. “And what exactly does he play?” I ask. “The spoons, you’re gonna love him!” It just keeps getting better. So they wheel up the 90 year old man who earlier gave me directions and we mic up his spoons. “Brud” plays all night and we are henceforth renamed Brud and those guys from away. We finally finish our set and are just ready to leave when that girl who wanted Madonna is back. Seems the Blondie line was a come on.“You’re such an awesome musician, you remind of Eric Clapton. “Hey, uh, can I go home with you?” Well, now I’m feeling sort of studly in an Urban Cowboy sort of way. Then she adds. “You see I’ve got a restraining order on my boyfriend and I’ve been kicked out of my apartment.” “I see.” Well she’s kind of cute so I ask, “And where is your boyfriend tonite?” “Oh, you met him, he’s the barman that helped you load in. “So we grab our money, run for the exit and are speeding down route 125 breathing a large sigh of relief when...the blue lights come on. Yes, Johnny Law is pulling us over in Boothbay Harbor Maine. Visions of the local jail dance in my head like so many don’t drop the soap in the shower jokes. A flashlight shines through the back of the van over the guitars, drums and other equipment and I’ll never forget his first line. “You guys in a band or something?” “Why yes Sherlock,  we’re a band we played down at Gray’s Wharf tonite, and now we’re tired and just want to go home.”  There’s a brief pause and then he smiles and says, “Gray’s Wharf, hell you must in Uncle Brud’s band, have a good night!”

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