This is a weekend for swingers... Lindy Hoppers, Bal-Boa-ers and jitterbuggers. Speaking of jittery bugs, before we tell you what you should be doing this weekend, let me tell you this:

There are times when – I swear that - the ‘person’ who organises life and what happens to you really does have it in for me.
I get woken early this morning by a cacophony of squawking. Take the torch outside to see the chookhouse subsiding into the back yard.
Got the council inspector out for a look. He says the back yard is riddled with wormholes; riddled! He emphasized. Need to get an animal technician to have a look.
Animal technician says, yep, it’s wormholes to the ’N’th degree. Never seen it as bad; you’ve got hyperactive earthworms.
What the fug?
He sniffs round the back yard… Your compost heap? He asks.
What do you reckon?
Mostly coffee grinds and pizza crusts?
What do you reckon?
Worms've been eating the coffee grounds, mate. Too much coffee’s no good for earthworms. You’ve amped them up something cruel. Gotta report this.
What the …??
Cruelty to Animals mob is called in and the earthworms inspected and interviewed. One worm couldn’t even give his name he was so jittery; another worm bit the interviewer on the ankle. Now I’m in the poo.
Telling the next door neighbour about it.
Nothing like that over my side of teh fence, says the retired RAF major colonel chappie. Wouldn’t drink the muck,.
What muck?
Coffee!  Only drink tea. Earl Gray! And that’s all that’s on my compost heap, Earl Gray tea leaves… not bags, mind you; only leaf tea.
‘CRASH”
What the Dickens…..!!! exclaimed the  RAF major colonel chappie, turning to look in his own back yard. Good Graziers, he added. Would you look at that! My earthworms have smashed the cucumber frame with a croquet ball.The blighters!

Anyway...here's the music forecast.

SO... Friday Night is happening!. We got Amber Joy Poulton and The Holy Men doing the Honky Tonk Angels show at the Cathedral Hortel in North Adelaide. Starts at 8.30. MIght be sold out but if you smile and bat your wallet at the guy on the door he might let you in.

Saturday March 6.... the Kings of Swing, the Lieutenants of the Lindy Hop, the Brigadiers of the Balboa, the... the......the Jeeps of Jive - no the Jesuses of Jive... NO! The Jenerals of Jive (thats' better) The Blues Avenue Trio will be stomping and flailing all over the floor at the Duke of Brunswick Hotel in Gilbert Street. Bring your dancing shoes or don't even bother to come!

 Then - wait for it, there's more - then, on Sunday March 7 The Blues Avenue Trio will step up to the microwaves at the Coopers 1862 Wine Underground Bar in Pirie Street Adelaide and rip the bag again. Sunday's 5-8pm sessison will feature a "special" guest, Jeff Algra rhythms on drums. Why? Because he's shit-hot, that's why. Not because he's "special".

Now, if anybody else has a gig -- too bad. The ones listed above are where we want you to be. 

But if you're not into jumping up and down like a caffiene addicted worm while sweating like a stick of dynamite on a terrorist's belt.. then go to this: On Ego,  starring Patrick Frost, Michael Hill and Ksenja Logos

Directed and Designed by Michael Hill and TheimaGen, it is on at the Hartley Playhouse, UniSA Magill from March 5th - 6th, 8pm,  March 8th - 13th, 8pm;  March 11th - 12th, 1pm. There is a preview March 5. Go to here for tickets and stuff.That's Brian the Brain on the left  who is the unlikely star of the show. Maybe his name isn't brian.... maybe it's.... it's..... Basil. That's it... Basil Brain. Or Milton. I don't know, to be honest; I thought it was a pickled walnut when I first saw it.