Ladies with big country passion feature highly in Honky Tonk Angels – the Loretta Lynn Show which will be appearing this Friday Night, November 6, at the Port Noarlunga Arts Centre.

Yes, it’s ‘Hi Y’alls’ and coyote calls with butt-slapping tunes from Loretta Lynn, Dolly Parton, Tammy Wynette, Patsy Cline, Kenny Rogers, Conway Twitty and a buffalo-diarrhoea splattering of muck from Shania Twain, Melinda Schneider, Gretchen Wilson (who the fuk is Gretchen Fukken Wilson, I ask yer? Wasn't she one of them jolly little twats in the Sound of Music what escaped….? No? Hmm. Well, where was I?)  So….. come along and support local theatre and local artists and enjoy some beautiful country music presented by Amber Joy Poulton (playing Loretta Lynn) and the Holymen, all playing that well-known song by Gretchen Wilson, The er…. The Yodelling Lederhosen.  No.. the Icy-fingered Milkmaid... or was it the Steaming Goatherd. You know..... "I musta trod on a steaming goatherd, yodel-yodelayee yodelayee-hooo!"  Remember it? No? Ah well, come along on Friday and you're sure to hear it.

The Brief: Honky Tonk Angels at the Port Noarlunga Arts Centre on Friday, 6th November
8:00pm kick-off and it’s $25 ($20 concession) to get in. For bookings call: 8326 5577

But wait… there’s more:

On Saturday November 7 and Sunday November 8, both Honky Tonk Angels and Amber Joy Poulton will be appearing at the Murraylands Music Festival.
Pack up the ute or the Grandis (whatever that is) and scoot down the freeway to Tailem Bend and get into some of the finest Roots and Coutnry Music you can wrap your shearin’ shears around.

Here’s the festival website: http://www.murraylandsmusicfestival.com
And here’s the basic info and who’s on but not who’s on first.

Murraylands Music Festival

 DON'T GO AWAY.........

 Sunday afternoon (November 8) at the Wine Underground in Pirie Street sees return of the Last Train Home, doing it acoustically, sort of. Yes, Yes, Yessitty Yes, it's Steve Brown a-moaning and a groanin' at yer, and David Lloyd smashing shit out of his drums, with David Rhodes harping delicately on acoustic guitar and Denis The Preacher Surmon humping and thumping on his double bass, all chuffin' and a puffin' through some mighty Blues and Roots tunes with the occasional whistle stop to... well, wet their whistles. Which is what you do at the Wine Underground on a Sunday afternoon, you wet your whistle while whistling along to great music and all the time you're thinking about ordering something delicious to shove in your fire box (train talk). Love me fukken tender (part of a train) and whip me back on the rails (trains run on them), it's a ticket (train ride voucher thingy) to heaven (where you go if you get killed in a train wreck, probably. If you've been good) that will leave you stoked (something to do with a shovel and coal) to the boilers (the old ducks down at the Temperance club) and blowin' your stack (not many blokes can actually do this to themselves - I tried and put my neck out)  when you catch (on the full, not one-hand-one-bounce) the Last Train Home at the Wine Underground. I could do with a drink after that - where's the refreshment car?

Before you go, take a gander at these crusty old fukkers (below)... The Last Train Home acoustical band. (Looks like they should be on the next fukken train to the eventide retirement fukken home! Ha, Ha, fukken HA! Oooh! That hurts my neck!)