MarcO

you're on fire today Davey Boy!

[color:purple]but duuuude, you gotta represent for the scene!

Not into good music from local bands eh? It's a subjective matter.

It's a bit fluffy but worth a read by Deadheads.

for that, my friend, I thank you. NOW GAME UP PEOPLE, THIS IS NOT HARD!

sorry Rob, the rules stay the same. I know you mean well but if it stalls, it stalls. We need 12 entries from 12 separate people. I just can't believe this topic is so difficult. #222. Best guitar rock songs without any guitar solos: 1. Sister Surround - The Soundtrack Of Our Lives 2. Blur - Song 2 3. I'm gonna Booglarize You, Baby - Capt. Beefheart and the Magic Band 4. Ween - You fuÇked Up 5. Bryan Adams - Run to You 6. Bob Dylan- Like a rolling stone 7. Zeppelin - Immigrant Song 8. 9. 10. 11. 12

I wish I could too. Have a great one dude!

haha - back in the day I maintained a commitment to listen to a GD show in its' entirety, warts and all. Now I just skip Bobby's displays of full on cheese. Hello, "Althea"!

LOVIN IT!!! 06/24/91 Sandstone Amphitheatre - Bonner Springs, KS Set 1: Help On The Way Slipknot! Franklin's Tower C.C. Rider It Takes A Train To Cry Me And My Uncle Big River Althea Promised Land Set 2: China Cat Sunflower I Know You Rider Estimated Prophet Uncle John's Band Drums Space The Other One Morning Dew Encore: Around And Around

Gomez, Liquid Skin

This guy got across no problem, with a blood encrusted chainsaw no less.

I'm reminded of another story about a certain someone crapping his pants at an art gallery whilst on a date with a hottie... or how about the one about getting into the Rolling Stones warm-up show at the Palais Royale (or somewhere equally as small) and leaving a few songs in because he didn't dig it. Most of my border crossings have been pretty straight-forward and pleasant but then again I'm not a disgusting hippie.

[color:purple]good news though: FREE REFILLS!!! I truly miss the "rolleyes" smilie.

Thanks for your support at this difficult time. I have already called the VIEW magazine "rant line" about this. Fuck them. The waitress suggested I call and talk to the owner. Nah, I'm petty and shallow. I hope VIEW runs my rant so everyone knows. Wtf do I want to talk to the owner about? He owes me $2 as far I'm concerned. I need a carton of milk anyway.

Brent Mydland knows he's been a soldier in the armies of the night, holding nothing but contempt for all things beautiful and bright.

Grateful Dead 05/06/89 Frost Amphitheater, Stanford University - Palo Alto, CA Set 1: Jack Straw Peggy-O Walkin' Blues They Love Each Other The Race Is On West LA Fadeaway Just A Little Light Queen Jane Approximately China Cat Sunflower I Know You Rider Set 2: Let The Good Times Roll Hey Pocky Way Samson And Delilah Ship Of Fools Playin' In The Band Eyes Of The World Drums I Will Take You Home The Wheel I Need A Miracle Wharf Rat Around And Around Not Fade Away Encore: Black Muddy River

I gotta say, I'm fairly enthusiastic about facebook. It seems like the best realization yet of a very user-friendly social network. I'm sure something else will come along and people will migrate to that, and that's probably the New Normal, something we just adapt to. It's already become the online equivalent of checking my answering machine. And the people that come out of the woodwork is mind-blowing! I'm not by nature a sentimental person and I lose touch with people too easily, so facebook has triggered a lot of memories and associations I hadn't considered for years, and it hasn't been as unpleasant as I might have thought.

Stars, Set Yourself On Fire = a masterpiece, imo.

I imagine this isn't breaking news for the bigger city centres but here in Hamilton, I had never experienced this: Last weekend Laurie and I took our lunch at Bar On Locke, a decent, cozy little bistro bar. Yeah it's a couple of bucks more than other places serving similar food, but what the hell, food is usually consistent and good. Of course, I had a couple of pints but Laurie wasn't in the mood for either alcohol or anything with caffiene, and they didn't offer much in the way of herbal teas, so she ordered a glass of water. $2. $2, for a glass of "tap water" (as it said on the bill). What a fucking joke. It's insane to try to justify this. It's not like she didn't order a meal. It's not like the bar was so packed they needed to "rent" the seat space. It's a cash-grab, and when I asked the waitress about it (who was mortified with embarrassment), she said the owner justifies it by saying it covers the costs of the glasses, and the heat, and the running of the place, and besides, Toronto bars do it all the time. Well, this isn't Queen West in T.O. It's a Hamilton pub that just lost two customers because they just couldn't help but get greedy. Fuck 'em.

Happy Birthday dude!!

rock on Marge!

Bob Dylan, Infidels

I agree with that - my fond memories of the Opera House inevitably center on being in a good position on the balcony. Downstairs, it leaves much to be desired, unless you can nab that space a few steps up from the floor. I just usually had good luck scoring a "balcony" seat.