Monthly Archives: April 2006

A first taste of Powder Burns

This morning, I finally had a chance to download The Twilight Singers’ “Powder Burns”, something that for various reasons, I could not do yesterday when I found out that they had released it early to iTunes.

After spending nearly the whole day listening to it here at work, I know this one’s going to be with me for a long, long time — likely forever. It’s like I can feeling it working its way into my cellular structure, adhering to similar feelings already there and creating something new at the same time. It’s a remarkable thing.

Expansive, textured, epic, powerful unlike anything else out there, this one’s breaking new ground and showing itself to be one helluva new idea. It’s so damn rare these days to hear something that’s infused with the past but is all about the future, and what’s to come in music.

I’m getting so antsy having to listen to in on my my crappy work earbuds, that I can’t wait to get home, get in the car, and drive around with this — it needs motion and big speaker sound. I’ve a feeling it’s going to be *perfect* for the night driving portions of my upcoming road trips.

Many thanks guys, for providing me with sounds I didn’t know I truly needed, until I pressed play this morning. It’s as though I didn’t know how hungry I was for good food, until you laid a feast out on the table in front of me, my friends pulled up chairs too, and the wine kept pouring.

So, again, thank you.


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The Honorable Dirty Pretty Things

Ran across this direct, detailed interview with the guys in Dirty Pretty Things in Saturday’s Guardian. I’m glad to see some serious attention paid to these four — sounds like they’ve really gelled and now it’s only the music that’s shambolic, not the interpersonal stuff. I’ve been tremendously proud of both Carl and Gary laying low and staying quiet about what’s gone on, and they maintain that here. Good on them; honorable, indeed. Also glad to see that the song “Burma” is catching on, it’s my personal fave.,,1758717,00.html

Down and Dirty

We all know what happened to Pete Doherty when the Libertines broke up. But what about his friend and partner Carl Barat? He tells Simon Hattenstone about romance, betrayal and an evil alter ego

Saturday April 22, 2006
The Guardian

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Libertine no more … Carl Barat (second from left) and new band Dirty Pretty Things

There was a time when Carl Barat and Peter Doherty were equal partners. If anything, Barat was slightly more equal than Doherty – Barat was the musician and taught Doherty to play guitar when they formed the Libertines. Together, they were touted as the next great songwriting team. They were punks, they were poets, and if they could only hang around long enough, a great future was predicted for them. Their nihilism was their selling point – here was a band fuelled by genuine anger. They celebrated their fecklessness like there was no tomorrow – and then, after two inspirationally chaotic albums, they split.

We know the sordid details of Doherty’s path. He talked himself into crack houses and courthouses and jailhouses and into the headlines with a high-profile relationship with Kate Moss. The lowest point was when he broke into and stole from Barat’s flat and ended up in prison for his troubles. When Barat told him he was unfit to tour, Doherty formed a new band, Babyshambles, and put out a record. There were rumours that some of the songs had been co-written by Barat for the Libertines and that he wasn’t best pleased. But Barat himself kept quiet.

The Libertines’ songs were as furious as they were lyrical, as thrash-happy as they were pub singalongs. They were three-minute Exocets to the heart or boots to the groin – sometimes both. The band saw themselves as troubadours, romantics, angsty dissipated types, losers and scoundrels. They were fixated on an England they referred to as Albion, an England inspired by Blake and the Kinks, village greens, knights and knaves and Arcadia – a vision of paradise that never quite materialised.

If you had listened to the Libertines or read much about them, you might have assumed they were a duo rather than a four-piece. The songs, the stories, the heartbreak all revolved around Barat and Doherty. Of the two, Barat was always regarded as the sensible one, the together one. This turns out to be a simplification. While Doherty may have been more in control of his image than he cared to let on, Barat may have been less in control than he seemed. Since the Libertines split, he has had a tumour on his neck operated on, and has suffered severe depression and writer’s block.

In a white-walled studio in north-east London, Barat and his new band, Dirty Pretty Things, are playing at rock stars – all black jeans, shades and tiny rock’n’roll bottoms. Barat is miming guitar for photographs, while drummer Gary Powell (another Libertine stalwart) is trying to catch up on lost sleep, hat rolled over his eyes. Bassist Didz Hammond is checking the lyric sheet for the new album, while guitarist Anthony Rossomando is marvelling at a magazine dedicated to the pursuit of the perfect spa.

Powell lifts his hat from his eyes, and tells me how things have changed. “There’s a lot more unity between us as a four-piece than there was beforehand. A lot of the hype created about the Libertines was very much the stance of Pete and Carl together as a unit, and there was undeniably a chemistry between the two of them. But it created a feeling of distance between us. Especially with Pete. He really got off on the fact that the press wanted to talk to him more than they wanted to talk to the others. Carl was like Pete’s shadow, and it wasn’t really a role he wanted in relation to anyone.”

What if Doherty came back and begged to join the new band? “It would take a lot more than that. Take a lot more than that. I still think Pete is a great guy and that he’s very talented. I just think he’s in a quagmire at the moment.”

Piling into a people carrier, we head for nearby Muswell Hill, where half the band live and which, although the Kinks’ Davies brothers grew up here, is as un-rock’n’roll as it gets. We pop into a tapas bar, which turns out, in fact, to be a little too rock’n’ roll for the band – too loud to talk. So we find ourselves a quieter bar, where Barat warms his hands on a Coke and double Jack Daniel’s and orders a burger and chips. He talks quickly, nervously, the way he sings, like somebody who has learned to overcome a stammer.

I ask him if the past year has been awful. “No,” he says, “the last year’s been good.” He gives me an “everything’s relative” look. “There’s been a lot more clarity in the last year, and a lot less feeling crappy about myself. I’m suddenly starting to feel worthy of life again.”

And what about the tumour? That sounded awful. “Oh, it wasn’t a cancer thing,” he says. He says this quietly, lightly, as if brushing it off, but later he shows me a scar by his ear and down his neck and says the tumour has left him largely deaf in one ear.

If he’s relatively good now, when was he at his worst? “Ever since the break-up of the Libertines.” It’s hard to define this period because by the time the first album was released, the Libertines were already in crisis. If they were nostalgic for anything, it seemed to be for a time before we had heard of them. I ask him whether the good old days were ever any good. “Well, I don’t know. The good old days never seem good at the time, do they?” But yes, he says, after umming and aahing, there were good times. “We all set out together, and we were focused and there was this romance.” What about? “About the world and everything we saw. We were intrepid, really. Pete wasn’t into drugs then.”

You were such romantics, weren’t you?

He smiles. “We were. We all had our world of wine, women and song and the Artful Dodger and ragamuffinry, and after we got signed that paled into an unreality, even though it was there in spirit and mind and intention.”

For so long, he says, they had a clear concept of what they were, even if the rest of the world was oblivious. They were convinced that nobody did what they were doing until the Strokes came along, and played fast, hard hedonistic punk rock, and made a huge success of it. “That did smart a little. And then our band fell apart and we thought, ‘If we can’t get by doing that, then let’s give them a bit of the anger we’ve really fucking got.'” So the changing cast of the Libertines (Johnny Borrell of Razorlight is a one-time member) changed again.

Had that anger built up over the years? “I think I always had it, actually,” Barat replies. “I was just an angry young man in denial.”

What was he angry about? “Just the knocks of life, really. I don’t really want to go into the personal stuff. I had quite a hard childhood, etc.” He comes to a stop. He says he doesn’t want to beg for sympathy or turn himself into a victim, and if you look back at anybody’s life there’s always plenty of stuff to complain about.

Carl Barat grew up on a Basingstoke council estate. His mum was a hippy, his dad was an artist who dabbled in writing and photography. Neither parent did much by way of conventional work. He says he liked to think of himself as self-educated working-class, though he knew it didn’t tell the whole story. “My father came from a better class, but through marriage and other tendencies ended up back on a council estate.” His father hinted at a glamorous past, suggesting to him that he was related to the actor Basil Rathbone, best known for playing Sherlock Holmes. His mother was a CND activist and took Barat on demonstrations. After a few years as a dosser/artist, his father decided to get himself a job – in an arms factory. Not surprisingly, it caused conflict on the domestic front.

Barat’s parents split up, and went on to have more children by other partners. He now has three brothers and three sisters, all but one musicians or actors. He says he is close only to his harpist sister.

Was he happy as a child? “No.” He looks at me as if it’s one of the daftest questions you could ask. “No, never. I’m not complaining. Everybody’s got a sob story.” He stops, stubs out his cig and apologises for being “a crabby bastard”. He throws back his head and applies drops to a streaming eye. He apologises again – this time for his eye infection.

Why was he so unhappy? “I started taking drugs when I was about 10, and that didn’t help. I smoked weed for years and years, which I now attribute to my depression.” Did he just spend his time whacked out, doing nothing? “More or less. Just grunting with adolescent friends. I was doing acid at 14. Some people never come back from the first trip.”

The funny thing is, he says, he never really liked drugs. His memories are largely of soporific days or verbal diarrhoea or unhappy hallucinations – wanting the acid to end, wanting the mushrooms to end, trying to speak after taking too much speed. Somehow, he managed to leave school with 11 GCSEs. “I did a lot of bongs before my exams. I would have done better if I’d not got wrecked.”

Barat went to Brunel University, where he studied drama and befriended Doherty’s sister. After two years, he quit the course to form a band with Doherty. University had disappointed him. He had great expectations of meeting a thousand young Werthers, fellow students who felt every thing from the heart, who cherished every emotion and were ready to die for their beliefs. “I went for reasons of romance. I was expecting to meet people who cared passionately about words. But I found none of this, I found hockey sticks and golf clubs. What I actually walked into was a room full of people doing sports science.” He dabbled with heroin – and didn’t like that much, either. “I was lucky I didn’t like it. If I had, I’d be dead without doubt.”

Did he find romance? “Yeah, that’s why I left early. I met Peter. He’s a romancer. And we did have some level of romance.” On stage, they shared mics and couldn’t have stood closer. At times, they stropped together and canoodled together like lovers. There are plenty of Barat-Doherty sexual fantasies (usually created by fans) strewn across the internet. Was it a physical relationship? He bursts out laughing, and feigns outrage. “Obviously not physical, you mutt. Who d’you write for?” I tell him it’s very important to ask tabloid questions when you work for a posh paper. “Well, why not?” he says. “But no, it wasn’t physical.”

By the time he and Doherty got together, he’d as good as done with drugs and Doherty hadn’t even started. These days, he says, he’s sticking with the JD – and he orders another double. Doherty is a year younger than Barat. But Barat has always seemed so much older, more mature, and Doherty idolised him. Did he perhaps turn to drugs to emulate Barat – an unwitting and misguided act of hero worship? Barat shakes his head. “No, I don’t think so. I think whatever happened he would have done – he must have a lot of demons in his head.”

Did he try to dissuade Doherty from drugs? “I tried everything in the book. Everything. Even to the point of joining in, which was a stupid way to go.”

Please can we talk about the future rather than the past, he begs. I feel bad – yes, I am interested in Dirty Pretty Things, but everything has been shaped by the Libertines and Doherty, and it would be daft to pretend otherwise. Even now, when you talk about Doherty you do so with such love, I say. “There was a lot of love. Mutually.” He looks at his plate. “Quite a burger, isn’t it?”

So how hard was it to kick him out of the band? “I never kicked him out of the band,” Barat says wearily. “I said to Pete, ‘You’re in a state, you’re not turning up for things, you’re doing terrible things, which we won’t go into – don’t come to play this gig. You’ve missed half the tour anyway – don’t come and play this gig. I don’t think you’re well enough.’ He went nuts, and he wasn’t well enough anyway, so we continued without him and the long and short of it is that afterwards I said, ‘Don’t come and play with us till you sort yourself out.’

He took that as a massive ‘up yours’, got angry about it and rather than rectify the problems we were talking about he went and formed a band that would put up with his problems so it wouldn’t be an issue… I’d rather your article was not so Libertines-heavy, but of course that’s for you to decide.”

So we change the subject, and I ask him what makes him happiest. “Loyalty and love,” he says instantly. Try as I might, the conversation always seems to lead back to Doherty. Did the Libertines betray his trust? “Possibly,” he says.

Would you say the biggest betrayal of trust was when your best friend and fellow band member broke into your house and stole from you? ” ‘Possibly’ is the best you’re going to get on that one,” he says again. “I’m not going to sit here and diss the Libertines. I’m talking about trust and loyalty here, so I’m not going to sit here bitching.” There is something so honourable about Barat.

Dirty Pretty Things’ album is called Waterloo To Anywhere. The prevailing mood is of somebody who has just escaped a passionate but abusive relationship and is learning to live for himself again. “Maybe it does feel a bit like that, yeah, yeah,” Barat says. “I didn’t want to write about that, though. I made a point about no specifics, regarding the past.”

At times, though, it’s hard not to read specifics into the lyrics. The music press has suggested that the song Bang Bang You’re Dead is dedicated to Doherty. Barat laughs, and asks why he would do that if he’s just spent two years refusing to bitch about Doherty. If he’d wanted to do that, he would have called the song Bang Bang Pete’s Dead.

So what is the song about? He looks embarrassed. “It’s about me – shooting the Evil Carl and getting on with it.” Evil Carl? “Yeah, it sounds a bit schiz, but part of it was that.” What’s Evil Carl like? “Just a depressive fuck.”

How does the depression express itself? “Dejected and indecisive. I just sit there, and everything’s wrong, and it really hurts. And not having the will to do anything. Paralysed completely.” Petrified? “Yeah, turned to stone.”

I ask him what Evil Carl would make of the Carl sitting here tonight. “Evil Carl probably thinks Carl is really hard done by, and should be at home slitting his wrists.” Is Evil Carl self-pitying? “Don’t do that whole psychiatric thing – you’re freaking me out… I imagine so, yeah. Let’s have another drink.”

So we do, and we talk about the future – that of Dirty Pretty Things and how he’d like to have kids and his obsession with causality and time travel. And he tells me that he’s now taking the natural antidepressant St John’s wort – three times the recommended dosage naturally – and that it seems to be taking the edge off things, and how he’s enjoying the vibe of the new band, and how with a bit of luck he might have finally managed to bury Evil Carl.

What is his favourite song on the album? “It varies from day to day. Currently, Good Carl’s having a relationship with Burma.” Oh, yes, Burma, I say. I like that one but don’t have a clue what it’s about. “It’s code from the war for Be Upstairs Ready My Angel.” Ah, that’s so romantic, I say, and we clink glasses. “Yes, it is quite a romantic song,” he says, and for a second he sounds almost content.

Dirty Pretty Things’ album Waterloo To Anywhere is out on Mercury on May 8.

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Happy Birthday, Mr. Osterberg!

Warmest birthday wishes go out to Mr. James Osterberg today.

Listening to Lust for Life on a sunny Friday afternoon….is there anything finer?

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CNN interview with Neil Young

Neil talks with an…uh…uninformed reporter on CNN’s Showbiz today.

It’s perfect! Eloquent, direct, simple. So basically, classic Neil.

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President Hu protests continue here in Seattle

Finally got out of the house early this morning, and headed downtown to the protest of President Hu around the Fairmont Olympic (sorry, it’ll always be the Four Seasons to me) before heading in to work. I heard some details of the goings-on yesterday, and was completely intrigued. Protesting against social, political, spiritual and human rights oppression all at once could become a muddled message, but amazingly, what I found was anything but that.

Arrived and took part in the most quiet, moving, well-organized and dare I say *effective* protest movement that I’ve ever seen. Period. Boy, do we war protesters have a lot to learn.

To see religious groups, human rights groups, political groups, individuals and even Hu supporters able to organize and get their messages across so quietly and elegantly was something to see. In the end, beyond all the police lines and sirens and traffic jams, it’s still about the individual, something that none of these groups ignored.

See more of my pics from this morning here:

Some things are worth fighting for.

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Young Neil’s mad, and he’s not going to take it anymore

Heard whispers of this, and am unspeakably glad to know that it’s really happening. About damn time! He’s just one of the very few that speaks a language I understand.

Neil Young writes anti-war album

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Neil Young’s album, Living with War, features a 100-strong choir
Veteran singer Neil Young has recorded an anti-war protest album on which he reportedly lashes out at George W Bush in a song called Impeach the President.

The Canadian star has described Living with War as “metal folk protest”.

The title track includes lyrics such as: “On the flat-screen we kill and we’re killed again. And when the night falls, I pray for peace.”

Young is one of rock’s most political artists, thanks to classic anthems such as Rockin’ in the Free World and Ohio.

The 10 tracks on Living with War were recorded earlier in April and feature a 100-strong choir, the singer said on his website.

‘Remember peace’

On the title track, he sings: “In the mosques and the doors of the old museum, I take a holy vow, to never kill again, try to remember peace.

“The rocket’s red glare, bombs bursting in the air, give proof through the night that our flag is still there.”

Young has not confirmed details of the other tracks, but there are widespread reports that he makes a more direct attack on President Bush in Impeach the President.

The new material comes 36 years after the star became an icon for the anti-war movement with Ohio, his response to the deaths of four students during a Vietnam war protest.


Check out the ticker on Neil’s site for more info on the record, straight from the man himself:

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The loss of a true dame

Gaudy? Not sure about that. Specifically stylish, yes.

With Nudie and Helen together again, I’ll bet Gram’s having one helluva suit made, wherever they all are.

Helen Cohn dies, helped celebs look gaudy

Nudies in North Hollywood clothed Elvis, Roy Rogers

LOS ANGELES – Helen Cohn, who along with her husband helped clothe Elvis Presley, Roy Rogers and a host of stars in rhinestone creations during the height of cowboy chic, has died. She was 92.

Helen Cohn died Friday at a hospital near her home in Valencia, her granddaughter, Jamie Nudie Mendoza, said Wednesday.

From the 1940s through the 1960s, the now-closed Nudies in North Hollywood was where singing cowboys, country singers such as Hank Williams and other celebrities went for their sparkly duds. A gold lame suit for Presley and an outfit embroidered with pills and marijuana leaves for singer Gram Parsons werent even the gaudiest of Cohns creations.

Cohn and her husband, Nudie Cohn, were an inseparable business team until his death in 1984. She ran the business for another decade before retiring.

She helped her husband sew outfits on a garage pingpong table in the early days and went on to handle the business end of Nudies for 50 years, her granddaughter said.

She was the backbone to my grandfather, she said. She ran the store.

She also was the inspiration for the Nudies logo, her granddaughter said: a naked cowgirl leaning against a fence, twirling a lasso whose coils spelled out the company name.

According to family legend, the logo dates to one evening in the 1940s when she appeared before her husband wearing only a cowboy hat, boots and a holster.

The cowgirl on the logo got clothes in the early 1960s, when Nudie Cohn converted to Christianity from Judaism.

Helen Barbara Kruger met her future husband, a Ukrainian immigrant, at her mothers boarding house in Mankato, Minn.

They married and moved to New York City, where they opened Nudies for the Ladies, selling G-strings and other outfits to showgirls and burlesque dancers in the 1930s. They later returned to Minnesota and ran a tailoring and dry-cleaning shop.

In the 1940s, after hitchhiking across the country several times, they settled in North Hollywood and began creating what would become the famous Nudies suits.


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Helen Cohn, shown in 2000, helped clothe Elvis Presley, Roy Rogers and a host of stars with Nudie’s rhinestone creations during the height of cowboy chic.

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I give in: a music quiz

Hi all,

As many of you know, I’m not a huge fan of the fill out the bulletin and pass it on thingies, but a friend passed this one along knowing I’m a music geek, so I finally succumbed. Blame him!

Anyway, please give this a shot (do the whole answer-and-repost to your bulletin thing), it’s kind of cool to think ever so briefly about the questions asked. Plus, I’d love to see the variety of answers out there, and I loved reading previous music stories.

Humor my sorry ass, will ya?

Thanks, sweet boys and girls!




Muse-ick quiz
Body: List 10 musical artists/bands you like:

1. The Stooges
2. Queens of the Stone Age
3. Elvis Costello
4. Dean Martin
5. The Clash
6. Otis Redding
7. Neil Young
8. X
9. Crowded House/Split Enz (tie)
10. Cheap Trick

(Note: many of these will likely change the minute I click ‘post bulletin’, but these are my picks at this particular moment.)

What was the first song you ever heard by 6? (Otis Redding)
“Dock of the Bay” – yeah, boring, but true.

What is your favourite album of 8? (X)
I have to choose one? Just one? Under The Big Black Sun.

What is your favorite lyric of 5? (The Clash)
“Let fury have the hour/Anger can be power”

How many times have you seen each of your ten bands live?:

1. The Stooges (not born for the original appearances; the reformed group 3x)
2. Queens of the Stone Age (lord…guessing 19 or 20 times, likely more)
3. Elvis Costello (12?)
4. Dean Martin (tragically, never)
5. The Clash (alas, never)
6. Otis Redding (gone before my time, so no)
7. Neil Young (19)
8. X (9)
9. Crowded House/Split Enz (nope, though am hoping they bring the Split Enz reunion stateside this year)
10. Cheap Trick (14)

What is your favorite song by 7? (Neil Young)
Oh man, there’s no way I’m picking one. I mean, come ON. Umm, “Ambulance Blues”, or “Stupid Girl”…or “Bandit”….christ. There’s too many. I give up. Name one, and it’s my favorite. There. Happy?

Is there a song of 3 that makes you sad? (Elvis Costello)
Many, actually. “New Amsterdam”, “Hope You’re Happy Now”, “All the Rage”, “I Want You”…

What is your favorite song by 2? (Queens of the Stone Age)
Hmmmm…probably “Mexicola”. It’s just one of those songs where the music pushes you, always makes you feel alive in an increasingly numb world. It may be my favorite driving song ever.

What is your favorite song by 9? (Crowded House/Split Enz)
“Don’t Dream It’s Over”/”I See Red” or “Stuff and Nonsense” “Don’t Dream It’s Over” was the first song that really grabbed me that had absolutely nothing to do with metal or punk. From there, I just started digging to find everything I could about these unique thinkers, and fell in love with the quirky brashness of the Split Enz as a result.

What is your favorite album by 1? (The Stooges)
Again I Well, the self titled The Stooges I guess, because it came first, was the first of theirs that I heard, and it crystallizes everything I love about music. Nothing else in the world but The Stooges sound makes my blood chug through my veins in the same way, period.

How did you get into 3? (Elvis Costello)
Lord, I can’t remember. I listened casually, liking singles over the years. When Brutal Youth was released, it just sounded so good that I went back and started at the beginning. Luckily, this was pretty easy to do since I was living in London at the time; not ’til I returned to the States did I discover how much harder it was to find everything here. Thank god for those Rhino reissues!

What is your favorite song by 4? (Mr. Dean Martin)
Again, many. “Baby Won’t You Please Come Home”, “I Don’t Know Why”, his version of Charlie Chaplin’s “Smile”, and of course, “Baby, It’s Cold Outside”

Who is your favorite band member in 9? (Crowded House/Split Enz)
Neil Finn and Paul Hester, bless his soul.

Which of the 10 has influenced you the most?:
The Stooges. If you know me, you know that.

What is a good memory concerning 2? (Queens of the Stone Age)
A lot of those. Getting the chance to pass along a bootleg of a Stooges show a few years ago at the Showbox (thanks to Hil) or getting to watch my friends discover them during the NIN tour this last year. It’s like these guys speak my language, and it’s just a good feeling to know that someone else out there thinks and feels similarly. Dork, but hey, that’s me.

Is there a song by 8 that makes you sad? (X)
“Dancing With Tears in My Eyes” and “Come Back to Me”. The cold realities of real life informed these both, and you feel it in every single note.

What is your favorite song of 1? (The Stooges)
“Tight Pants”. It’s an early demo version of “Shake Appeal” and the sound of it is like diesel fuel alight pushing through my veins. As close to perfection as you can get.

How did you become a fan of 10? (Cheap Trick)
I was but a young lass, and was visiting my cousin in Rockford, Illinois. She was a high schooler into lots of heavier music (thank god), who introduced me to Rush (which I still can’t enjoy, though I appreciate the musicianship) and AC/DC (classic), and of course, her favorite hometown boys, Cheap Trick. We’re both still fans to this day, and her daughter’s caught the bug, as well.

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