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1/25/1998
BLASPHEMY:
Oprah's Beef Defamation Suit - that sounds obscene, no matter what it's about.
"'Now women are mostly troublesome cattle to deal with mostly', said Goggins."
Samuel Lover, from Handy Andy
EAR PLUGS:
A girl at work accidentally came up with a good idea for a band:
Edgar Allen Coe - a death-country band!
"Nevermoooore, nevermoooore
That crow kept a'hollerin' 'nevermore'!"
Anyone with the time and balls to get this act together let us know. Would be
a great opening act for our July 4 party.
On a more reality-based note, we caught the Mouthbreathers on Friday at the
Masquerade. The Masquerade had them on stage way too early - the joint was more
than half empty - but the performance was not lacking. The metallic-flavored
cover of 99 Red Balloons was one of many hilarious tunes. Thee Plastics came
up next and pumped out the punk classics. They stopped way too soon and the
small crowd demanded more. They did another set and wound it all up with a bit
of moshing on stage, resulting in the breaking of a neck, guitar neck, that
is. That didn't stop 'em, they did another number with the guitarist taking
the lead singing position for one last tune before being slammed off the stage
by the bassist. Two adoring fans caught him before he hit the floor (strong
girls!) and the show was over.
Downstairs the Latin dance lessons were also more than half empty. A few clumsy
white folk tried to learn to Salsa while a few Latino youth showed 'em what
it should look like on the side.
Caught the Frantic Flattops on Saturday. They've been touring all winter and
you could tell - they were a bit weary, far below the usual energy level. Lots
of the Star Bar regulars weren't there, leaving ample room for the yup yup yuppie
bastards so we cut out after an hour or so. Across the street we found where
all the Star Bar faithful packing the Point for Truckadelic, who more than made
up for the Flattops' lack of gusto. I had cash for the fridge magnets in hand,
only to have them not provide one for me.
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