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Saturday, July 31, 2004
Coffee, Tourists and the Brewhouse's Internet Connection
So I promised a recap on the Sonic Youth show and I shall not disappoint. Unfortunetely Mindy and I couldn't get a table on the balcony above the Quest's stage, but secured a pretty nice rail slot stage left very close to the stage.
The first band, Hair Police, who I believe is on Load Records (home of the absolutely fucking amazing Lightning Bolt) was undoubtedly one of the worst bands that I've ever seen. About the only saving grace was having a bird's eye view of the three or four of their fans who went absolutely apeshit, thrashing about and whatnot amongst the vast majority of apathetic indie kids.
Not only were Hair Police terribly contrived, but it seemed as if they didn't even know how to play their instruments. Usually, if a noise band sucks, but their drummer can still drum (the proverbial glue holding things together), I can stand it. However, I mentioned to Predicate's husband that the guy may as well have been playing upside down ten gallon buckets because it would have sounded the same--really shitty. The guitarist kept throwing his guitar all around and a couple times actually threw his guitar on the ground and proceeded to perform a WWF move on it. Whoa, that's edgy!
Wolf Eyes came on next and, compared to Hair Police, rocked the motherfucker. I'd never heard Wolf Eyes before and their not exactly my cup of tea, but at least you could tell that these guys were the real deal. In fact, the guy with the gong and mixers accidently smashed whatever weapon he was hitting the gong with against his forhead during the first song. For the proceeding two songs the guys was bleeding all over the place (eventually being handed a towel to accompany the handful of--now blood soaked--napkins the security guys initially gave him), but still doing his thing. Now that's punk rock! Anyway, I'd describe Wolf Eyes as industrial indie rock that gets drony in places, for anyone that's not heard them.
The Sonics came on next. I have to admit that I was a bit underwhelmed, as the show was pretty low energy, but whaddayagonnado? Thurston's my dad's age for fuck's sake and Kim's older than my mom (and I'm not exactly a young guy either). Maybe I was bummed out just because I didn't really recognize too many songs (due to my ownership of only four SY records), but who knows? I did love seeing Thurston rock a couple of songs and it made me remember that he's one of the guys who got the indie/punk rock ball rolling. I also began to wonder if SY would ever be inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. I suppose I don't really care, but they definitely deserve it if Bob fucking Seger is in there.
After the show, standing on the railing watching the roadcrew tear down SY's equiptment I noticed a wayward setlist on the drum riser. I called out to the roadie, asking if he could toss the list up to me. He told me he would give me the setlist if I came down on the floor. No dice. I pleaded some more and, relenting, he balled the list and chucked it up to the balcony. The setlist flew over my head and, whirling around, I was pretty shocked to see that there was no one behind be. However, taking a step toward the balled up setlist I noticed an object rapidly advancing out of the corner of my right eye. I took two more steps toward the setlist and lunged, delivering a punishing shoulder to the object who was closing in, securing my treasure triumphantly with my left hand.
Getting up, I noticed that the crumpled up object on the floor who I had just unceremoniously dispatched of was a girl who probably weighed, like, 95 pounds. Needless to say, I felt like a real jerk. I apologized and the girl asked me if she could have the setlist. When I replied no, she asked if I would rip it in half for her. I thought about that for about two seconds before responding in the negative. Hey, I begged the roadie fair and sqaure, but apologized again for the shoulder.
All in all, I had a good time. Probably not as good a time as Steve did, but that's because he's a priveliged rock star. Lucky bastard.
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| 7/31/2004 12:16:00 PM
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Thursday, July 29, 2004
It's Beautiful Day For A Breakdown
I'll update y'all on Sonic Youth tommorrow. I was, however, lucky enough to score a setlist from the balcony. There's also a funny story about me shouldering a girl out of the way to get the setlist to go along.
In other news, I'll be spinning records at Fitger's Brewhouse tonight from 10-1:30am, so come on out. I'm making it a triple shot night, where I play three songs from all my favorite bands right in a row. I know that's kinda lame, but so am I.
DJ Disturbance
Fitger's Brewhouse
Tonight
10-1:30am
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James
| 7/29/2004 02:10:00 PM
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Wednesday, July 28, 2004
Time To Get Weird (In A Good, Albeit Slightly Illegal, Way)
About a year ago I was doing some research on absinthe (you know, the stuff that Van Gogh drank voraciously and inspired his Still Life With Absinthe) when I came across a company who was searching for the perfect recipe. Apparently--since absinthe was banned in numerous countries (including this one!) in the early 20th century--many of the original recipes from the 18th and 19th centuries (supposedly absinthe's glory years) were lost. On the company's website you could sign up for updates and whatnot regarding their progress retrieving and recreating some of these "long lost" recipes. Well, needless to say, I never got any updates and just assumed that they went under or quit the search.
Side note: I've never tried absinthe proper. I've had the Absente stuff that's legal in the US, but never the real deal. That said, apparently much of the absinthe available today is crap (so says this company, but then again...), but I'd not know the difference anyway.
Fast forward to a couple of weeks ago. I receive an email proclaiming that the company has found success and that two varieties of absinthe were now available for purchase. I got very excited and bought a bottle--against my wiser financial judgements--for $130. That $130 included tax and shipping and handling from France (though it says Surrey, so maybe France via the UK).
Well, today I got the bottle of Nouvelle-Orleans and am very excited to enjoy it. However, I'm now off to see Sonic Youth in Minneapolis, but you can bet that my next day off (Sunday) I'm going to be wandering around Duluth with a head full of absinthe.
Another side note: On the shipping tag, under the "Full Description of Goods" header, it simply says: "printed matter." I got a kick out of that. Remember kids, absinthe is illegal in the US, but you can still have those dirty Frenchman airmail you a bottle. Cheers!
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James
| 7/28/2004 12:23:00 PM
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Something Must Break And It Shall Be You
So, last week I was sitting around with a friend shooting the shit, boozing and watching the--impossible to find, expensive if you can--Travis Wilkerson documentary An Injury To One. Somehow or another the conversation got around to how from about the age of 19 until about 23 I didn't do a damn thing or really care about a anything. Truthfully.
For two and a half of those years I went to the U of MN in Minneapolis after which I moved back to Duluth. I'm not really sure what happend, but after I took a year off of school and re-enrolled in UMD, I really started to realize that there are things going on in world. I started to pay attention to more than the sports page when reading the newspaper and even became involved in a couple of community things.
This is all just background for what came up next, however, which was a question I posed to my friend that night. The example I brought up was Rwanda and how my only real memory of that tragedy is a vague recollection I have that hundreds of thousands of people in Africa died (keep in mind that the Rwandan genocide occured in 1994, some three years before my "lost period," but high school for me was pretty bad as well; point being that I was oblivious to then as well) and the world basically ignored them.
What I wanted to know was, even if I was keenly aware of the situation going on in Rwanda at the time, would that have made any difference whatsoever? Is awareness of an event important in and of itself, or is it only important insofar as it engages you actively? And if the event does not serve to engage you actively, is information pertaining to the event useful to retain?
The discussion kind of came around to An Injury To One in that we were watching this film and were genuinely touched by it, but I was confused as to what lasting impact it would have. And more importantly, if the answer was no lasting impact, did that mean that the movie was a failure and that I could forget about it?
Of course, the answer to that is that the movie isn't a failure (I am sort of writing about it aren't I?) and, sure, I probably will forget about it eventually. Realistically, watching how the Anaconda corporation fucked the people of Butte, killed Frank Little, and created the country's largest toxic lake was emotional and eye opening. But in the big picture, it's probably just a footnote of a footnote that'll get buried somewhere in my mind, possibly to be remembered (incorrectly probably) at some random (depending on how you think the universe works) time in the future.
I am still struggling with the other questions though. However, so as to avoid confusion, I strongly believe that information needs to be disseminated in as many forms and as unbiased as possible. That I have never questioned.
I suppose that this stems from my recent feelings that there is just too much information in the world. Not that I believe it needs to be limited, but that I need to somehow filter it in a manageable way. I cannot read all the books and I cannot listen to all the music and I cannot be aware of everything going on everywhere, but I desperately want to. I really want to know everything and experience everything and know why everyone thinks this or that is so great, but I just do not have the time.
This kind of correlated with another subject that was broached that night, in that I've read Slaughterhouse Five twice, but couldn't remember details from the book for shit. Granted it's been about three years since I last picked it up, but if you can't remember, maybe it's just not worth remembering. And, in lieu of writing a dissertation on the book, should I really be expected to remember minute details of a book I read three years ago? Maybe I just have terrible retention skills. Or maybe we are imperfect machines continually striving for perfection, only to be disappointed in the end. Or maybe I need to stop rambling. Sorry.
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James
| 7/28/2004 09:12:00 AM
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Friday, July 23, 2004
Slow and Low
I bought the Low boxset on Tuesday and am now almost all the way through it. For the most part I've enjoyed almost everything (except the horrendous "Long, Long Long" cover)they've put onto the three discs.
Even though the boxset is usually aimed at the diehard fan, my big problem with most of them is that they simply cram waaay too much unnecessary music for any reasonable fan to wade through (Guided By Voices being a prime culprit). I think Low did a good job at 52 tracks. It doesn't feel like overkill nor does listening to the entirety seem like staring at the peak of a mountain, knowing there's no way in hell you're summiting the motherfucker.
They've even provided at least one really nice suprise at the end of the second disc. I won't ruin the surprise for anyone's who has not figured this hidden treasure yet, except to say that a bit of foreshadowing occurs on the third to last page of the booklet (page number 28 if the inside front cover is page 1).
Congratulations goes out to Duluth's most well traveled band, here's to another ten years.
In other news, even though I'll be working and will not be there, everyone who's not working should head down to the MAC to catch The Keep Aways, A-Bomb Nation, The Virgin Whores and The DTs. I'm sure that it'll be a great time.
One more time:
Twin Ports MAC
7:30
$6
The Keep Aways
A-Bomb Nation
The Virgin Whores
The DTs
The last time that A-Bomb Nation was in town, they got pissed off at some comrades and I for drinking all their after-bar beer. Hey, any punk rocker worth his weight in High Life oughta know that you gotta guard your stash! Shush.
Oh, and next Thursday night I'll be playing some records for Starfire Lounge at the Brewhouse. Watch your backs!
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James
| 7/23/2004 11:00:00 AM
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Thursday, July 22, 2004
Absolutely Necessary
Usually I'm not one to suggest that anything is absolutely necessary. However, this interview with Alan Moore definitely is. This man defies all superlatives and if you've not read any of his books, after reading the interview, I challenge you to stay away (believe me, it's impossible).
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James
| 7/22/2004 07:05:00 AM
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Saturday, July 17, 2004
Family and Other Weird Weather Patterns
Last night my aunt and grandma surprised me with visit to the liquor store. They both live in Minneapolis, so it was nice to see them. They're in town to spend some time with my grandma's sister, Carmen, and her husband Don. Today I had lunch with all of them (including my grandma's sister's daughter Sandy--my 2nd cousin) down at Grandma's Saloon. Actually, I just joined them to chat and drink coffee as I'd already made myself a lunch of pancakes and strawberries.
I had a great time as I hadn't seen Carmen and Don for, I'm guessing, over ten years. I have vague memories of the times I used to spend up at their house on the North Shore. It was a relatively huge house just before the Lakeview Castle right on the lake. I remember that they had one of those old organs with all of the colored buttons that I still have no idea how to use.
Anyway, after eating Carmen, Don, Sandy, and my aunt Joanne decided to walk to the end of the pier. My grandma's got a bum hip so we just sat at a table outside of Grandma's and talked.
I found out that my great grandpa worked on the first Lift Bridge as well as on the teams of workers who blasted rock to carve Skyline Parkway out of the hillside. I had no idea of this. We also talked about my grandma's father who died when she was four.
A little back story: four years ago my family visited the village in Italy where my grandma was born and lived for twelve years. It lies about a half an hour northeast of Naples in Southern Italy. My grandma's village, Chivas Te, overlooks the town of Boiano--much like Enger Tower overlooks the majority of Duluth--where my grandfather was born and currently resides. He moved back there about 14 years ago.
Anyway, I've never really heard my grandma talk about her father before so I was really interested. Apparently, there used to be a coal mine in Chivas Te that my grandma's father worked in. After the coal was mined they transported it down the mountain via trolley car into Boiano. My grandma's father died one day when he was struck in the chest by one of the trolley cars. He actually survived for close to a month before they sent him home for the last week to say goodbye to his kids. My grandma's only memory of him is when he used to come home from work and put her on his knee and give her a kiss. Carmen told me that the last week of his life, when he was allowed home to say goodbye, is when she started walking.
After the rest of the family got back, we took some pictures and parted ways. They wanted to go antique shopping and I had some errands to run. I told them that they were in luck to the overabundance of antique shops in the downtown/Canal Park area.
I've decided that I really need to tape record some of my grandma's stories because she's not going to be around forever.
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James
| 7/17/2004 01:59:00 PM
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Thursday, July 15, 2004
Flourescent Green Insects Crawl Around Canal Park; Wreak Havoc
I'm now using the city's free wireless internet access at Amazing Grace. They've got a great little nook that I've been using to eat sandwiches and read books for a couple of weeks.
Though it's getting a bit windy outside, I'm still enjoying the warm weather. watching a few cargo pants and trucker hat wearing guys play hacky sack; Beck's "Loser" blaring from their boombox.
I've decided to start taking pictures of all the places in Duluth that I really love. I've already taken one of the Amazing Grace nook, but tommorrow I'm going to venture into Hartley Field for some pictures there. There are a couple of great spots--one overlooking the Eastern Little League baseball fields and the other overlooking the entire park--that I've haunted nearly my entire life. I've also got a ton of pictures of Michigan St., but could probably use a couple more.
Check out Perfect Sound Radio tonight at 7pm for an Elliott Smith show from last year that they're broadcasting.
I'm out.
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James
| 7/15/2004 01:40:00 PM
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It's Been Awhile (My Ode To Staind)
I've been gone for a couple of days, but they've been fruitful so you shouldn't complain.
Yesterday (Tuesday actually), someone that I've never met before approached me with kind words. I was a bit preoccupied--though to tell the truth perturbed at having to coax a "thank you" out of the child I'd just given some Tootsie Rolls to--so I may have come of uninterested or inappreciative of her kind words. Not so. They were most appreciated and hopefully we can meet again sometime under less annoying circumstances.
Tonight I won $100 playing poker with my friends while my girlfriend continued recording her band's endlessly forthcoming debut album. I really wish them the best of luck, because I think that the thing is going to rock. Did I mention that I won $100 tonight?
Back to that episode with the person who knew me. She seemed like she was either really drunk or really shy. Either way the introduction or what-have-you was a bit awkward. I thought that was refreshing in the most sincere way possible since I almost always feel that way.
If I've not mentioned that on Saturday I drank way too much then let it be known that at Pizza Luce on Saturday I drank way too much. Thankfully I did not drive home, but was forced to negotiate my way home from a friend's house through the early morning drizzle with damn near a 12-pack of Budweiser in my belly.
Anyhoo, if you're looking for something to do at work or home or wherever, and you happen to have a pretty decent internet connection, I suggest checking out Perfect Sound Radio. For now they're only broadcasting sporadically, but in the future I believe they plan to rule the world.
I'm pretty sure that I had much more important things to ramble on about (no, mostly I just wanted to say "Hello Iron Ridge!"), but I've forgotten it all.
Have a great life.
Playlist:
The Replacements-Hootenanny (lp)
Morrissey-You Are The Quarry (cd)
The Saints-(I'm) Stranded (lp)
The Album Leaf-In A Safe Place (lp)
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James
| 7/15/2004 12:02:00 AM
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Friday, July 09, 2004
Minor Surgery, Existential Literature and Late Night Letters To the Editor
I drunkenly wrote a letter to the editor late one night last week. Today I saw it in the newspaper. And even though I didn't dare read it, I know that I was right on the money. Though the point of things like that isn't whose right or wrong, because there is no right or wrong. My only wish is that I could have elaborated a bit more. Sometimes art needs defending from people who should know better.
Today I also had minor surgery to exise a couple of moles. The stiches make it painful to walk, so I'm staying in this evening to drink Newcastle and listen to Black Eyes' Cough. This album is a monumental achievment that may be my favorite album of the year so far.
Yesterday I went over to a friend's house and had a good conversation. I'm happy that I have a friend with whom I can have an intelligent, nuanced discussion about almost topic. I also borrowed a book which I finished reading last night. One sentence burned itself into my brain and the other (which is actually two sentences) devestated me with its simple beauty. The latter: "Then I fired four more times at the motionless body where the bullets lodged without leaving a trace. And it was like knocking four quick times on the door of unhappiness." Today I bought two other books by the same author.
That's all.
I'm searching my video tapes for the footage of two Thanksgivings ago. I will post some pictures when I locate the right one.
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James
| 7/09/2004 09:00:00 PM
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Wednesday, July 07, 2004
If You Know This Man, Please Shake His Hand and Tell Him You Appreciate All His Hard Work
Here he is folks, the Watermelon Meth Freak, in all his watermelon drenched lovliness.
I have no idea where he came from or what his name is.
The only thing he told us was that he was on a bunch of meth.
We suggested he allow us to smash watermelon over his head.
He thought that would be a good idea.
That's my kinda soldier.
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James
| 7/07/2004 11:35:00 AM
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Ladies and Gentlemen: I present for your entertainment the world famous Watermelon Meth Freak!
James
| 7/07/2004 11:34:00 AM
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Dick Cheney: Prince of Darkness or Soothsaying Security Genius?
A bit later in the day I will introduce all of you in bloggerland to the Watermelon Meth Freak. Be afraid. Be very afraid.
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James
| 7/07/2004 08:18:00 AM
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Tuesday, July 06, 2004
As I Was Saying Before I Was So Rudely Interupted
Here are some more pics from the 4th. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I realize that the fireworks captions are going to read funny. I'm still trying to figure out this Picasa picture program.
Tommorrow: sparkler madness and the watermelon meth freak!
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James
| 7/06/2004 12:54:00 PM
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Monday, July 05, 2004
The Shallowness of Contemporary American Culture--(interpretation by Liz and Sarah)
James
| 7/05/2004 05:58:00 PM
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Independence Day Celebrated: Immature Adults Get Drunk, Do Dumb Stuff, Have Fun
The next couple of days I'm going to post random pictures from what was unquestionably the best 4th of July I've ever had. These pictures don't really do the entire night justice, suffice to say, we had a random kid on meth crash our party late into the night. Accordingly, we did what any sensible, stupidly drunk patriots would: smashed a watermelon over the kid's head. And I've got the pictures to prove it!
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James
| 7/05/2004 05:47:00 PM
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Sunday, July 04, 2004
Fireworks Come In Many Shapes, Sizes and Fonts
I think this is the funniest rememberance of Marlon Brando that I've come across since his death. It comes from a Salon compilation.
Zsa Zsa Gabor, actor
"What men can do with me"
"I appeared on the [Tonight] show with Marlon Brando. The show was still live in those days. I wore a low-cut pink Oscar de la Renta evening gown rather like a powder puff, and, of course, my diamond earrings and diamond necklace ... We started bantering about this and that. Then Marlon leaned forward and leered, 'I don't know why Zsa Zsa has to talk so much. With those boobs she really doesn't have to say anything.
"Marlon's first comment was fairly acceptable to the American TV audience. His next comment, though, definitely was not ... Marlon announced, 'Do you know what I want to do with that girl, Johnny [Carson]? I want to fuck her.' Then, turning his attention to me, Brando went on, 'Zsa Zsa, a man can only do one thing with you: throw you down and fuck you!'" (New York, early 1960s)
[from "One Lifetime Is Not Enough," by Zsa Zsa Gabor with Wendy Leigh (Delacorte, 1991)]
Oh, and I hope that everyone's Independence Day goes swell. I think that I'm going to start drinking now.
Sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing...
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James
| 7/04/2004 11:48:00 AM
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Saturday, July 03, 2004
With Any Luck, A Mild Annoyance Can Blossom Into Murder
The full moon last night certainly brought out the lunatics on 4th Street. I cannot recall an evening in recent memory where more truly wacked out people got kicked out of the liquor store than last night.
There was the man who tried to convince me that he was related to Jeno Palucci, knew Herb Bergson and was in school for criminal psychology. I told him that he needed to leave.
"I know, that's what I'm going to school for...criminal psychology," he protested, making no sense at all.
I told him I understood, but that he still had to go.
"Wait, I know Herb Bergson"
Then there was the guy who could barely open his eyes who put a case of Milwaukee's Best Ice on the counter and demanded that I get him a six-pack of Budweiser.
He was swiftly ejected.
As were the two men to not-so-sneakily tried to steal a pack of Newport 100's. They were removed rather quickly and with extreme prejudice. We later found out that they tried to steal cigarettes from Lake Superior Liquor as well.
Oh, and Jeno Pallucci's relative came back 5 minutes before close trying once again to buy a forty ounce of liquor.
"But you don't understand..."
Yes, my friend, I do understand. You've got to go.
Later, I unfortunetely I got off of work a bit too late to catch Tony Bennett's solo set at Luce, but finally saw Portrait of a Drowned Man and was very impressed. A few songs fell apart rather than ending, but all in all I enjoyed juxtaposition of fragility and fury. Words to A Film Score were, as always, amazing to watch. I kept thinking that one of these days I'm going to tell people I saw them play a bunch of relatively tiny shows all over Duluth and Superior.
Right now, the only thing I want in the whole world is to get into the shower without having to speak to my roommates. I'm not so sure that it's possible, but wish me luck.
Remember: I'm having a small get together tommorrow starting around 4pm with FREE BEER. Email me if you'd like directions.
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James
| 7/03/2004 11:05:00 AM
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Friday, July 02, 2004
Ask Me. I Won't Say No. How Could I?
Kids:
Go to this show tonight to see two excellent bands and the debut of Tony Bennett solo. I swear on my mother that I will finally see Portrait of a Drowned Man live now that I've nearly worn their live CD out.
Pizza Luce - 11 E. Superior St. Duluth.MN
10 pm | ALL AGES | $4
Line Up:
Tony Bennett
Portrait of a Drowned Man
Words To A Film Score
Sleepfarmer
If you're in the mood to jump around, you could also check out Fair-weather Friend at the NorShor as well.
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James
| 7/02/2004 11:49:00 AM
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I'm On the Waterfront and It's Burning
Well, Brando finally kicked. Ah well, I suppose that I'm gonna miss him. I think that last movie that I saw him in was that DeNeiro/Norton heist movie. I can't remember the name, but I liked it quite a bit. All of the scenes with Brando seemed much larger than life. I suppose that was his legacy, literally and figuatively.
Alcohol.
The horror!
Do not even get me started.
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James
| 7/02/2004 11:29:00 AM
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