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The Fat (Wreck) tour rolled into Jannus Landing last weekend, to the delight of thousands of Cal-punk devotees. Nouseforanamemadcaddiesgoodriddenceataris. We couldn’t tell them apart. But Ryan liked the show so much that he spent a week’s wages on a new wardrobe there. To their credit, the band boys did some pre-concert shopping downtown, spending their per diem on CD’s at Daddy Kool and studded belts at Star Booty. Mad Caddies’ guitarist was transformed from west coast slob to east coast hipster in the SB rock n’ roll salon; he was so impressed that he’ll be flying in for touch-ups.
The Bloodhound Gang is not an emo band. The only sensitivity at the Masquerade Saturday night was ribbed for her pleasure. Their music and their show was brimming with political incorrectness and unmerciful digs at the Top 40. The Hounds pull out all the stops to ensure that the g-dogs and hoochies go home happy. They lobbed t-shirts and CD’s into the crowd. They offered a hundred bucks to the taste bud-less teen who could finish off a case of warm Dr. Pepper before the show ended. (Somebody in the band must have had a really bad Dr. P experience, because they described in revolting detail how much they hated the stuff.) There was dancing onstage, first the girls, then the boys, a bong-smoking Pac-Man, a crowd surfing bass player, and that’s not all. They brought down the house with their ‘Bad Touch’ encore, an evil twin homage to N’Sync complete with costume change (to cute boy band clothes) and dance number. If you’ve seen the video, you know how nasty that is. Overall, highly entertaining and refreshingly crass. Sorry we missed Nerf Herder, but we forgot that live music ends early at the Masquerade so they can get the booty music rolling.
Once again Margaret brought Movies that Move to a St. Pete venue. This time the Beach Theater hosted Alma , a documentary based on the schizophrenic life of Alma Thorpe, as told by her daughter (and St. Pete resident) Margie. After the screening the Coffee Cottage across the street held a reception where the artsy crowd - artists Hugo Porcaro and Naverne, antique dealers Mike Myers and Mary Dowd, DJ Mike Slosberg, and that tall guy that goes to shows at the Tamiami. We don’t know if it will be playing again locally, but it is showing at the Whitney Biennial if you happen to be in New York.
Speaking of the Tamiami, they finally had a show again. Their live music schedule has been inconsistent ever since Rudy hung up his promoter’s hat. Well thank god we didn’t have to spend another Friday night in the Pelican Pub listening to Nazareth - instead, we got to see one of our favorite bands Loose Ends and the dramatically better Blue Flame Combo. Loose Ends have gotten a little heavier since we’d seen them last. It sounds like they’ve been hitting the Man’s Ruin catalog, which is fine by us. The Blue Flame Combo was given the Adam Beatings seal of approval. Hey, he knows what’s cool, he’s from Baltimore. We especially liked their version of the Smiths ‘The Bomb will Bring Us Together’ (or whatever it’s called), if you closed your eyes you would swear it was Morrisey. Drinking among the wayward ravers were Drew 9th St., Texaco, Becky (cute hair), retro Scott and his lovely wife, and Dave and Karen - you know, all the regulars. Kim Dicce showed up after the H2O show at the State. She told us that she had to jump across the bar to diffuse tempers between that megalomaniac St. Pete promoter and Pat, a Daddy Kool associate and Sarasota show setter-upper. Hey kids, isn’t there enough Bigwig to go around?
Ditch the Mad Dog and pop a bottle of Dom! Travis Parker, axe man of Dank (formerly of Grassy Knoll Gunmen), will graduate from USF this Saturday. Don’t worry, he’s not giving up rock stardom for the corporate world; he just needs some real cash to keep Leighton in nappies. And, Adam W. of Sleeping by the Riverside is now officially a massage therapist. See him for the special punk rock workover, he’ll get rid of your gig neck. AND, Susanne has successfully passed her state boards and will be practicing massage shortly.
See all you new schoolers in the pit at MXPX…
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Taffy and Cotton
SPIFFY
The Age of Aquarius - beginning in May the five “original” planets will be aligned, whipping things up, then settling in for some supercharged energy. Way cool, man, take advantage.
Eugene’s Texaco on 4th St.
Cleopatra Jones
Nash Kato’s (Urge Overkill, duh) solo CD Debutante
Current exhibit at the Dali
Elliot Smith’s new one, Figure 8
IFFY
Side bar drinks at Masquerade - we prefer our screwdrivers with orange juice, not yellow water.
Pink sweater set on the murderess (How John Waters)
Hugo skipping Danzig to get laid, then later realizing that he would have rather gone and gotten Glenn’s autograph
Deportation - why didn’t they just let the Ramsey’s adopt him?
The new Jag - buy a house instead
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