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Kelly Hogan did an amazing show last night. I hesitate to belittle her performance with mere text. Someone once said "Writing about music is like dancing about architecture." I think that glorifies achitecture a bit too much, but with my sad vocabulary I will try my best to do Ms. Hogan justice.
Mr. Rudy Day opened, doing soft, jazz/lounge influenced stuff. The music was good, though the lyrics were not exactly deep. If you don't feel the need to mosh every night you should definitely check 'em out.
Kelly slunk onto the stage around midnight and mentioned the long set they were going to do. I had been impatient, hoping she'd start up early on a school night. But as soon as her voice poured into the room I didn't mind a bit. The crowd got nearly dead silent while she transfixed everyone with her angelic voice. They kicked off with an old ELO tune "Telephone Line", then moved on to a very ecclectic mix of old jazz, country, folk, pop, and rock, mostly about the joys or the agonies of love, and all done with her quiet charm. She giggles on stage like a child and dances like she can't control what the music does to her. Everyone in the place, packed even on a school night, was either smiling or crying along with her. About 1:30 she took a break and I hit the road but the degenerates I left behind all reported seeing the best show they'd ever seen. "No shit..." was all I could say.
Y'know, I knew the army debate wouldn't retreat without some violations of the Geneva Convention:
"CONCERNING VLP's CONIPTION: BLAH BLAH BLAH, ATTENTION SPAN THE SIZE OF A
GNAT'S, BLAH BLAH BLAH, COMMENTATORS WHO GOT THEIR 'BRAINS' OUT OF A NEON
DYE BOTTLE, BLAH BLAH BLAH, THE AMAZING INCAPACITY TO DISTINGUISH BETWEEN
AN ARGUMENT WHICH HOLDS AN INSTITUTION RESPONSIBLE FOR SOMETHING VERSUS
ONE WHICH DAMNS THE INSTITUTION PER SE, BLAH BLAH BLAH, A LACK OF ABILITY
TO UNDERSTAND A WEIRD SENSE OF HUMOR LADEN WITH OBSCURE REFERENCES OR TO
GRASP ARGUMENTS COMPOSED OF IRONIC FEIGNTS, BLAH BLAH BLAH, I -do- LIKE
TO COMPLAIN, BLAH BLAH BLAH, THE GOVERNMENT EXISTS SO THAT I CAN DO SO,
BLAH BLAH BLAH, THE GOVERNMENT ISN'T BAD - IT'S MISUSED, BLAH BLAH BLAH.
Degenerate VLP, brevity _is_ the soul of wit, I'm told. But, then
again, I've never claimed to have any of either soul or wit. What's
degenerate RVI (THAT REALLY CRAZY PERSON)
Shifting to the home front:
"As much as the government may be a source of heated debate, it
Any attack on our government is a potential source of both
internal and foreign policy crisis which could range from the lazy
bastards on Capitol Hill getting a paid day off on our nickel to being
unable to respond to a diplomatic situation. Therefore, IMHO, anyone who
breaches security and fires a weapon should expect to leave in a body
I personally don't like my tax dollars keeping this idiot alive
or trying him in a court of law. That he has a mental problem does not
factor in. Yes I feel sorry that he's not well. But how does that make
the two policemen any less dead?"
"I would also like to add after seeing/reading the comments from the man's
parents today, I don't know how you can be seeking a death penalty for this
one. Geeeeez, but then again, some of my best friends are paranoid
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