03-27-2009, 10:54 AM
It's been almost a year since I touched base at the 'mo and was greeted by many warm 'hello's' when I entered the venerated hall. It's good to be back amongst the 'mo family. I'm now in two framed photos at the 'mo, not up with all the artists of course, but behind-the-scenes in the office that's behind the t-shirt sales booth. I'm rather proud to be up there in the wall of fame.
There was this new promotion for a radio station called the Wolf. It was these plastic discs placed in the urinal that howled when you peed on them. WTF thought that one up? Why would I want to advertise anything that way? That messed with my head all night. It was also the highlight of the show.
Bob with this acoustic threesome degenerated into slow tepid jazz renditions of Dead songs. What was worse was the opening non-billed act called Scaring the Children or Band of Brothers. They were this hip hop rap act with rasta-influenced lyrics and they sucked. At around 10ish, they came out to play some more, sort of jamming with Bobby on some Dead-ish hip hop that was just atrocious, and then Bobby sulked off and disappeared, leaving that act on stage. People left in droves. They were scheduled to play until 1 AM, but by midnight, the house had dwindled to about 2 dozen people and the manager pulled the plug for a mercy kill. I've seen a lot of post-Jerry Dead experiments including a lot of Mickey singing. This was the biggest failed experiment ever.
There was this new promotion for a radio station called the Wolf. It was these plastic discs placed in the urinal that howled when you peed on them. WTF thought that one up? Why would I want to advertise anything that way? That messed with my head all night. It was also the highlight of the show.
Bob with this acoustic threesome degenerated into slow tepid jazz renditions of Dead songs. What was worse was the opening non-billed act called Scaring the Children or Band of Brothers. They were this hip hop rap act with rasta-influenced lyrics and they sucked. At around 10ish, they came out to play some more, sort of jamming with Bobby on some Dead-ish hip hop that was just atrocious, and then Bobby sulked off and disappeared, leaving that act on stage. People left in droves. They were scheduled to play until 1 AM, but by midnight, the house had dwindled to about 2 dozen people and the manager pulled the plug for a mercy kill. I've seen a lot of post-Jerry Dead experiments including a lot of Mickey singing. This was the biggest failed experiment ever.
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