April 16, 2009

WRINGING OUT NIGHT'S FLAG

Some clean up:
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Nora playing drums with ye younge Bird Names, denim onesie suit, barefoot, hitting the toms with a tambourine, huge smile, snaking fake foliage and an animal tail under the ride. Every facet awesome.
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Moussouri. However it is spelled, I drove in it.
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Catch up in the parking lot.
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Backstage. Wish someone would post card-mounted thoughts for the week round here.
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Hold Steady show at the FFM at Calvin emboldened by Franz playing THE GIANT PIPE ORGAN WITH TWO STORY PIPES THAT WAS LOCATED BEHIND THE STAGE. It was as loud as the amplified band. How fortuitous!
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Dr. West and Lupe Fiasco. I have thought about their conversation everyday since. Mostly I think about when Dr. West asks Lupe about what he hopes his legacy to be and he said something like: if I have at any point lead people astray, I would rather not be remembered at all. I gasped at the humility.
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Indiana.
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Bazan house show. Courage in motion in a lie-free zone. Heavy.
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And after the Bazan show, theres the afterparty. Every time I walk into El Taco Veloz after 10 pm on a weekend night, some unexpected bizerk display of music is going off, this time it was the most killer 10 pc. Mariachi band that was so loud we couldn't even talk over them.

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