August 10 & 11, 2007 Alice’s Champagne Palace, Homer, Alaska
Moonalice poster by Alexandra Fischer
(August 10th) According to Moonalice Legend, tribal members in the far north lived in a picturesque setting with ocean waves beneath towering cliffs topped with expansive glaciers. The natural beauty of Alaska has long been a topic of speculation at tribal conferences, as rainfall and fog have prevented Moonalice visitors from seeing the ocean, mountains, and glaciers – to say nothing of the sky – in recent memory. The modern Moonalice tribe showed up in Homer on a stunning Thursday afternoon. Desperate to verify that it was actually Alaska and not a sound stage at the Walt Disney motion picture studios, we were relieved by the presence of halibut hanging from every nail on the spit confirmed that Moonalice was indeed in Homer. The presence of a huge and boisterous crowd confirmed that we were at Alice’s Champagne Palace. The pervasive presence of good times made it all just right. You want highlights? We got ’em! According to Moonalice legend, the last one to sing a song in concert has to play drums. That uncertainty has now been eliminated, as Barry finally stepped up to the mic. His version of Dink’s Blues brought the house down!!!
(August 11th) According to Moonalice legend, a great migration took place every spring from tribal tail-freezing grounds in the polar north to bountiful fields of northern California. Somewhere along the line, Moonalice hippies discovered hemp, which immediately became the foundation of Moonalice culture. Before long, Moonalice villages across California were enhanced with high quality rope, fabrics, and a variety of entertainment products. When autumn came, tribal members could no longer remember why they had bothered to walk a couple thousand miles just so they could freeze all winter. The rest, as they say, is history. The search for truth that characterizes the modern Moonalice tribe led the band to make a pilgrimage to Alaska, the Upper One. Armed with bags of winter clothing and enough food to last until dinner, the tribe instead found itself subjected to the twin hardships of seventy-degree weather and blazing sunshine. Further investigation between sets at Alice’s revealed olfactory evidence that hemp farming had made its way to the Kenai Peninsula. How ironic.
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