Despite what you may think, these posts are in chronological order as dictated by the Red Hyperczarist Regime.
Went and saw Tim Easton with m'pater. It's fascinating how a show that takes place in a Shakespeare theater with the audience all nicely arranged and buts pasted to chairs attracts an entirely different audience then the same show if it were to take place in a bar -- /despite/ the consistent crassness of material. Was good nonetheless, but Istill prefer unashamed shows in alcoholic grunge land.
SOPHISTICATION BY LOCATION!
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| There was a little girl who kept kreeping komically up to the front to take pictures. Then back to her seat. Then back out front. In a different environment I would have followed suit to draw. Still shoulda. Follow that childmind! |
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| Montage of Easton and his drum/tie/cetra smacking accompanyment-manchine -- Cliff. |
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