Tuesday, May 13, 2008

"Pierogy Fest," or how I survived Jimmy Sturr

It’s hard to believe that nothing significant has happened up until this weekend in the Valley since the last entry. (Oh sure, there have been court appearances by Jack Robison, the death of radio personality Buddy Rubbish and the first asparagus crop.) But nothing beats the “Pierogy Festival” that starred Jimmy Sturr and His Orchestra along with Eddie Forman and His Orchestra (how about calling your band “And His Orchestra”?) this past weekend at the Elks Lodge in West Springfield. Sponsored by “Mrs. T’s Pierogis” (as in “terrible”), this festival celebrating polka’s excesses: terrible food, cheap draft beer and old people hopping around in circles was the entertainment highlight of this spring.
Indeed

You have not lived till you have experienced this genre of music at its best—live. Not necessarily the music either, but rather the fan base—the really old fan base. Dancing to polka music is the real show, whether the couples are hopping around in circles, or holding onto each for life. Within that spectrum there are many variations on the polka dance.
Better than "Dancing with the Celebrities"

Both bands have hard-core fans and their own tribal dances which are bewildering and entertaining.
What you would call a "polka slut"

Jimmy Sturr constantly touted his Grammy wins and collaborations with Willie Nelson (leading up to my confrontation with him, when I asked if he smoked weed with the Willie, he smiled and pretended to punch me in the mouth!), and Eddie Forman worked the crowd with regional ties and dance moves all to his following.

Let us not forget that I was lured to this event with the singular pursuit of pierogis, and it was advertised as a “Pierogy Fest.”
This was yucky!

In fact, the “Mrs. T’s Pierogis” sponsored fest was a complete letdown and false advertisement. Anyone who has supped on these atrocious doughy pieces of shit will attest to the fact—these are not edible. Neither was the kielbasa or sauerkraut or hamburgers offered. But, thank you to all the colorful folks and the polka slut for making this event worthwhile!

2 comments:

Bators of Granite said...

The James Brown of Polka!!!

lynn said...

Ahhh this blog brought back fond memories! How I miss the days of the Kelbasa Festival behind the Chicopee Mall.