Developed over a particularly hung-overy drive back to Jaxxon with O’Steen & Chrestman. To be amended as the comments dictate. Only applies to 1993-1997, but questions that apply to before that time will be accpeted.
1. Were you somehow connected with the Highway 82 Revisted compact disc released by WMSV 91.1?
In a band on the comp: +2
Worked at the station concurrently: +1
Made fliers for the shows at Rick’s: 0 (but you’re on the guest list)
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Dear Gene,
It’s deep into Sunday, the day after Wes’ bachelor party. I just read in the newest Harper’s that Gabriel Garcia Marquz listened to A Hard Day’s Night the whole time he was writing One Hundred Years of Solitude. So what are you going to get when I’m writing you listening to that Missy Elliott/Joy Division mashup of “Love Will Tear Us Apart” and “Get Ur Freak On”??
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The BBC is reporting that “[m]any schoolchildren were expected to leave their classrooms, particularly in London schools, and join the march [against President Bush’s visit to Great Britian].”
[the following being a letter I received by virtue of electronic transmission this after-noon.]
Dear Gorjus,Last Saturday I had the worst cold. A bad, emphysema-esque cough, enough snot to fill an Olympic-sized swimming pool (which, by the way, I heard recently is about as much snot as the average human produces in a lifetime), the works.
Dear Mom,
My back kinda hurts from the sucky chairs at school. My stomach kinda hurts from the sucky lunch I had at an editorial meeting. My liver kinda hurts from all the beer I drank last night.
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I was never a huge Kindercore fan (I only like two of their fourteen bands, and actually hate one or two of the rest of their line-up), but I would never wish anything bad on any indy label (well, maybe Vagrant). Yet after Big Gray & gclark started the discussion, I realized where they went wrong.
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When i was living in Birmingham a few years ago I really began to miss my friends. T/Z and Melinda had come to visit, and we had gone and seen and reformed Blake Babies (John Strohm was living in Thee Ham at the time, thus his Vestavia album) (Ben Lee opened up), and the ladies left me a present: a big pink (some would say coral) cloth-covered sketchbook.
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Headlines from the front page of the Saturday, November 8, 2003 National Edition of the New York Times (l-r):
Prosecution in One Sniper Trial Heartens the Defense in Another
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So I’m riding in a ‘72 El Camino with a thirty-two ounce of Schlitz between my legs, cold numbing my thighs, MM in the seat next to me with a king-size Heineken and a dozen potato logs, riding past Freedom’s Corner—the intersection of Martin Luther King, Jr. Boulevard and Medgar Evers Drive.
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