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Corndogorama
The Earl
June 2004

I wrote this last year and felt compelled to steal it from myself for this year's review, "Ah, the corndog, the almost forgotten relative of the ever-popular plain ol' hotdog. Take a perfectly good thing, batter it and deep-fry it. Works for about anything, from chicken to cheese."

Corndogorama organizer Dave Railey was interviewed by the Loafing about the show:

"They're sort of a joke," says Railey. "You can get them at the fair or at the amusement park and they're universal. I used to call them 'America's deadliest missiles,' but now we also have vegetarian corndogs, which aren't quite as deadly."

But the real reason behind his affinity for the battered-and-fried weapons of mass destruction arose from a misconception during a performance on his birthday, Oct. 22, 1996, at Dottie's (now Lenny's): "I had a bunch of punk and skinhead friends who were coming out to the show, so I brought some mini-corndogs and was expecting everyone to throw them, but they didn't. They ate them. After a while it became a gimmick."

Creative Loafing, 6/24/04

This year, Corndogorama was expanded to three full days, thanks in part to the city's goddamn 3 AM curfew for nightlife. There just weren't enough hours in the weekend to jam it all into two nights, so this year things spilled over to Sunday.

We arrived Friday, early for us but already two hours into the festival at 8 PM. The Orphans were on the little side stage doing slightly mechanical/math rock, but without too many melody and tempo changes that give that genre it's coldness. I enjoyed it, "a good omen," I thought.

Next up, Legend of the Giant Squid, kind of downer rock, a little on the dull side, a little on the hard side. They couldn't hold my attention, though they had several big fans in the audience.
Next up, Holo-krome, a little droney, a little sleepy, kinda ballady stuff with lots of distortion and bongos. Got it? No? Well, ya should'a been there.
Dave Railey isn't just the organizer, he's also a performer in Holo-krome, playing rhythm guitar and keyboard. We'll see him on stage again later too.

Sometime around then a green laser cranked up, flashing patters around the stage. Unfortunately, it hardly registered on my little digital camera, but it provided a nifty effect live.

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