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<title>rocktsar road rants</title>
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<pubDate>Sat, 19 Feb 2005 05:07:26 +0100</pubDate>
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<title>indebted to the dials.</title>
<description>last week i went to a pretty awesome show.  don&#039;t be jealous.  i didn&#039;t even know.
the band, the dials.  the place, the melody inn.  
there were some other bands playing, too and i saw some of that but i forgot all that already.  the dials rocked my world.  other than their handsome posters, that i&#039;d seen about two weeks before then, i had heard nothing about these guys.  my buddy, tom, was psyched when he saw the farfisa being set up.  the marshall stack had been &quot;customized&quot; to say, &quot;Marsha&quot;.  an eastwood guitar that looked like it was having a new wave identity crisis sat midstage in it&#039;s rest.  and then the count off to four on the sticks...
it was like many other openings at the melody inn.  the band limbering up, feeling out the crowd.  the crowd feeling out the band, the expectation of disappointment and the glimmer of that next big thing.  my glimmer grew.  as soon as i heard the vocal harmonies i could sense that this group was tight.  though some might say that their sound is derivitive of the...</description>
<pubDate>Sat, 19 Feb 2005 05:07:26 +0100</pubDate>
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<title>rewind!</title>
<description> about three months ago i was in louisville, ky.  yeah, i like that town.  i don&#039;t remember what the venue was called but it seemed to be an old theatre.  the ceilings were about thirty feet high and the exposed brick walls, although not lending to the accoustics of the room, were gorgeous.  the entertainment for the night was a band i&#039;d heard of, vhs or beta.  i didn&#039;t know what to expect, as i&#039;d never been to the space i didn&#039;t know what was booked there typically, and i couldn&#039;t exactly where i&#039;d heard mention of this band.  i&#039;d only a vague idea that the source was reliable (i.e. me).  
the first group that went on was comprised souly of a guitarist and drummer.  the harmonies were what made this band, the photographic.  the guitarist used a phrase sampler peddle which looped any number of samples that he made on the spot and then layered.  the drummer had a jazz background, rooted in bop or funk.  overall the performance was not engaging in terms of showmanship but the weight of the music compensated...</description>
<pubDate>Sun, 06 Feb 2005 03:40:59 +0100</pubDate>
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<title>goldsboro a go-go</title>
<description>so, it&#039;s friday night at about ten p.m. and i&#039;ve no way of knowing if there is anything going on in this town.  there is this stripper bar pretty close to the hotel with search lights and neon.  although i&#039;m sure the southern belles are something to write home about, that&#039;s not what i have in mind.
i take for granted all too often the people who are close and dear to me.  i don&#039;t seem to have anything in common with much of anyone on the road.  that&#039;s the whole problem, i suppose.  i&#039;m trying to find fulfilment in these transient meetings because i&#039;ve no other outlet/escape.  the true quest is within and if i had that inner peace i&#039;d be fulfilled.  then my interactions would be more satisfying, but would i actually find anything to do besides staring at my eyelids in a different place every two weeks?</description>
<pubDate>Sat, 05 Feb 2005 04:15:37 +0100</pubDate>
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<title>MIA in milwaukee</title>
<description>after landing i had to find the hotel.  every time it&#039;s a mixture of familiarity, dizziness and unrest (airports, lobbies, rental cars, road maps...),then the grocery store.  i got directions from the girl working at the front counter, amy.  she pointed out two possible local troughs and with my good friend jess i set off to forage.

it&#039;s difficult to find adequate food on the road but fortunately the hotel/lodge has a kitchenette making some preparation possible.  i try to find nourishing foods without added sugars, trans-fats and artificial colors or flavors.  while travelling in the midst of winter it&#039;s a good idea not to eat lots of dairy, but when in rome (you wouldn&#039;t want to bite the hand that feeds you).
i wasn&#039;t overly concerned about falling ill for several reasons.  first, i try not to put too much thought or energy into things i don&#039;t want.  mostly, my job doesn&#039;t really require me to be healthy.  for that matter, i don&#039;t have to do much of anything at my job. 

which leaves me free to...</description>
<pubDate>Thu, 13 Jan 2005 07:20:04 +0100</pubDate>
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