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Maui Wowie, Panama Red and Acapulco Gold.
Kif from East Afghanistan and rare Alaskan Cold.
Sticks from Thailand, Ganja from the Islands, and Bangkok’s Bloomin’ Best.
And some of that wet imported shit that capsized off Key West.
Oaxacan tops and Kenya Bhang and Riviera Fleurs.
And that rare Manhatten Silver that grows down in the New York sewers.
And there’s bubblin’ ice cold lemonade and sweet grapes by the bunches.
And there’s Hershey’s bars, and Oreos, â??case anybody gets the munchies.
And the Calistoga Kid, he sneers, and Pearly, she just grins.
And the drums roll low and the crowd yells â??GO!â?? and the world’s first Smoke Off begins.

Kid flicks his magic fingers once and ZAP! that first joint’s rolled.
Pearl takes one drag with her mighty lungs and WOOSH! that roach is cold.
Then The Kid he rolls his Super Bomb that’d paralyze a moose.
And Pearley takes one super hit and SLURP! that bomb’ defused.
Then he rolls three in just ten seconds and she smokes ’em up in nine,
And everybody sits back and says, “This just might take some time.”
See the blur of flyin’ fingers, see the red coal burnin’ bright
As the night turns into mornin’ and the mornin’ fades to night
And the autumn turns to summer and a whole damn year is gone
But the two still sit on that roach-filled stage, smokin’ and rollin’ on
With tremblin’ hands he rolls his jays with fingers blue and stiff
She coughs and stares with bloodshot gaze, and puffs through blistered lips.
And as she reaches out her hand for another stick of gold
The Kid he gasps, “Goddamn it, bitch, there’s nothin’ left to roll!”
“Nothin’ left to roll?”, screams Pearl, “Is this some twisted joke?â??
â??I didn’t come here to fuck around, man, I come here to SMOKE!”
And she reaches ‘cross the table And grabs his bony sleeves
And she crumbles his body between her hands like dried and brittle leaves
Flickin’ out his teeth and bones like useless stems and seeds
And then she rolls him in a Zig Zag and lights him like a roach.
And the fastest man with the fastest hands goes up in a puff of smoke.

In the laid back California town of sunny San Rafael
Lived a girl named Pearly Sweetcake, you prob’ly knew her well.
She’d been stoned fifteen of her eighteen years and the story was widely told
That she could smoke ’em faster than anyone could roll.
Her legend finally reached New York, that Grove Street walk-up flat
Where dwelt The Calistoga Kid, a beatnik from the past
With long browned lightnin’ fingers he takes a cultured toke
And says, â??Hell, I can roll â??em faster, Jim, than any chick can smoke!â??

So a note gets sent to San Rafael, â??For the Championship of the World
The Kid demands a smoke off!â?? “Well, bring him on!” says Pearl,
“I’ll grind his fingers off his hands, he’ll roll until he drops!”
Says Calistog, “I’ll smoke that twist till she blows up and pops!â??
So they rent out Yankee Stadium and the word is quickly spread
“Come one, come all, who walk or crawl, price â?? just two lids a head
And from every town and hamlet, over land and sea they speed
The world’s greatest dopers, with the Worlds greatest weed
Hashishers from Morocco, hemp smokers from Peru
And the Shamnicks from Bagun who puff the deadly Pugaroo
And those who call it Light of Life and those that call it boo.

See the dealers and their ladies wearing turquoise, lace, and leather
See the narcos and the closet smokers puffin’ all together
From the teenies who smoke legal to the ones who’ve done some time
To the old man who smoked â??reeferâ?? back before it was a crime
And the grand old house that Ruth built is filled with the smoke and cries
Of fifty thousand screaming heads all stoned out of their minds.
And they play the national anthem and the crowd lets out a roar
As the spotlight hits The Kid and Pearl, ready for their smokin’ war
At a table piled up high with grass, as high as a mountain peak
Just tops and buds of the rarest flowers, not one stem, branch or seed.

In the laid-back California town of sunny San Rafael
Lives a girl named Pearly Sweetcake, you prob’ly know her well.
She’s been stoned twenty-one of her twenty-four years, and the story’s widely told.
How she still can smoke them faster than anyone can roll
While off in New York City on a street that has no name.
There’s the hands of the Calistoga Kid in the Viper Hall of Fame
And underneath his fingers there’s a little golden scroll
That says, Beware of Bein’ the Roller When There’s Nothin’ Left to Roll.

The Hugs: Love You To Death

The album begins with the upbeat, high-energy “Mile High Lady,” an alternative power pop party-starter with an infectious hook. The featured single, “Fool,” is the third song on the album, nestled between “Love You To Death” and Starcrossed,” two low-energy songs that show the band’s “softer” side. “Fool” tells the classic story of being a “fool for you;” desperately in love with a partner who has moved on. “She runs away faster than I can chase her.” Maybe you should let her go, bud. “Starcrossed” is my personal favorite on this album, taking me back to the nostalgic days of listening to similar-sounding songs by The Strokes, The Killers, or Modest Mouse. The rest of the album rides a shallow slope into the final song. The relatively mellow “Open Sea” finishes the album with a driving acoustic guitar leading up to a happy-go-lucky ending.

B: Lately, I’ve been working my way through the Album Sharity List on Egg City Radio. It’s a wide range of out-of-print albums, mostly proto-new wave from the 70s and early 80s. Black Randy and the Metrosquad, Cleaners From Venus, William S. Fischer, Vyto B, Strangulated Beatoffs, Kha-Ym, Pink Military, Amanda Lear, Athletico Spizz 80, Suburban Lawns, Chrisma, Cowboys International, Dymaxion, Wazmo Nariz, Moebius and
Plank, Friction, etc. All of it is great, but the stuff I keep returning to is a stash of old Devo outtakes collected on Recombo DNA and Hardcore Nos. 1 and 2. Devo can be kind of goofy. Their music shouldn’t work at all. I mean, any other band that tried to do what they did would fail. But somehow, they transcended themselves and became magic. Listening to old B-sides and early versions gives me a hint of how they reached their more polished state. So I’m in a weird phase now where I can’t get enough early Devo.

Portland power pop trio The Hugs, formed by Danny Delegato in 2007, are set to release their new album, Love You To Death this spring. The record was recorded in The Dandy Warhols recording studio in Portland, and was mixed partly by Sonny DiPerri, who has worked with Trent Reznor, Animal Collective, Portugal. The Man, and many other contemporary musicians

KWVA: If you could have any band in the studio for a performance/interview, who would it be and why?

B: My dad’s a bassist, so I grew up in a musical home. But the radio bug didn’t bite until a few years ago when I sat in with a buddy on his weekly radio show in Portland. Shortly after that, I applied to KWVA and I got a regular slot in Summer 2012. In the beginning my show, “Poplar Knull” followed a pretty standard format. I played songs in sequence, bands I liked, blah blah blah. Radio is sort of like a drug. Your ears build up a tolerance to the familiar, and it takes stronger doses of alienation to get the same buzz. At least that’s what happened to me. So over the years, my show has become increasingly experimental and wacky.

B: If I could go back in time and pick any band from history, I’d invite the Miles Davis and his crew circa Silent Way/Bitches Brew. Shorter, McLaughlink, Corea, Zawinul, Holland, f-ing Herbie Hancock! I mean, they were just on another planet. To see them live? Woah. If restricted to active local bands, I think Yob would be fun.