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5 ~ July, 2002...............
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5 ~ July, 2002...............|
Seven
Minutes…Forty Seconds Corporal
punishment was a given at the public school I attended for 12 years.
Paddling…as it was known…was an accepted part of school culture.
Call it what you like…"getting paddled"…"swatted"…or
even "cracked" were code phrases for a teacher hitting you
on the ass with a board. Some teachers actually relished the activity.
I had a math teacher…who was also my track coach…who hung
his "paddle" from a hook at the front of the classroom. He
even had a name for it…although it escapes me now. Some wielded
paddles for discipline … some for kicks. Others resorted to it
because they had no idea how to control a room full of 14 year olds.
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The Eagles, Inc The Eagles landed in the Value City arena at the Scottenstein Center (how's THAT for a name/advertisement?) June 22nd in front of the largest crowd ever at this facility. (About 1/3 of whom were lemmings) Well…at least two of the original Eagles were on hand…Don Henley and Glenn Fry. Everyone else from the landmark country rock group has either quit…been fired…or were "ignored out of the band". And good God the two original members are smug. I
saw the Eagles in 1974. They rocked…well they COUNTRY rocked. This
band is at best a pop group. No. Now they're a corporation headed by
CEOs Henley and Fry.. The stage was jammed with hired guns. There was
a percussion player, horn section, extra keyboardist, and a guitar player
who was born well after their last genuine release "The Long Run".
He had obviously memorized the licks ex-lead guitar player Don Felder
laid down years ago. I looked at my ticket. It said the "Eagles"…but
fortunately for those of us expecting a rock concert…this night
belonged to Joe Walsh. Profane Piety By Rick Brown May
24. What's so shocking about this? Nothing really. The only shocking thing is the reaction of certain people to it. First,
some people consider "penis" a dirty word; the body is evil;
in polite "Christian" society one is not supposed to acknowledge
physical realities, only spiritual ones. "Christianity," some
people say, does not consider the body or mind of man, but only his
soul. In fact, taking this point of view, "Christianity" is
not concerned with society, politics, economics, the arts or sociology;
it is about "religion." From "Malcolm Boyd's Book of Days"
Trey Anastasio Deer Creek Amphitheater (I'm against this venue's new corporate prostitute name) Noblesville, Indiana June 8th, 2002 Reviewed By Patrick O'Malley There are a decent amount of stars visible as I gaze skyward and try to walk at the same time, this being rather difficult given my condition. In a musical fugue I try to retain my low level of coherence as I stumble through an anonymous cornfield, thankfully it's only ankle-high in early June. Our third companion lost in the dark somewhere behind us after a fall, my friend and I try to make our way through the night to our campsite with only a dimly lit barn in the distance to guide us. And so it begins, the glorious summer concert season. Earlier
in the evening my friends and I made our way into Deer Creek, excited
for our first taste of Trey Anastasio's solo tour after the release
of his premiere self titled album. As the sun sets just to the west
of the pavilion we decide the lawn is the place to watch the show, and
as we settle in Trey and his large 10-piece band emerge. Little is said
by anyone on stage as they open quite fittingly with a Caribbean-esque,
upbeat, rolling blues song with a standard horn section arrangement
that stands out a little more when played exceptionally well, as it
is here. As a concert opener it is an excellent choice, and Trey and
his band extend the jam section as the sky continues to darken. The
show is clearly not sold out as much of the lawn in empty, but the pavilion
is jammed. Those who know what they like came here to see it, concern
about the fullness of the venue is reserved for promoters and the like.
Clearly Trey and his band are there for the music and as long as that's
what the audience came for, then everyone will have the good time they
hoped for. The Best Rock Concert of the Last Millennium? The 25th Anniversary Pink Floyd, Cleveland Stadium, June 1977,The "Animals" Tour By: Rick Brown I
went to Capital University here in Columbus, Ohio. There's nothing really
dynamic about this. We used to refer to it as "a small Christian
College for small Christians". Draw your own conclusions. I had
lots of acquaintances there but not many friends. Why? Because I didn't
fit in very well...which was fine with me. So I had a few good friends
and stayed away from the middle class Sunday Schoolers. One of these
friends was Dave Lundstrom. Dave was obnoxious. REAL obnoxious. But
unlike many Capital students he never...ever...bored the shit out of
me. He was the son of a steelworker from Gary, Indiana. So, I could
relate to his upbringing. My father…affectionately known as Snook…worked
in a shop for most of his life. Dave had a certain passion for things
and I appreciated that about him. Like his idea of opening a steakhouse
in the middle of a cow pasture…so people could look at cows while
they were eating them. I'm NOT making this up!!! Another buddy of mine
and I actually visited him outside Gary after we graduated. He was raising
a cow. He called her over, "Here Bessie girl. Good Bessie-Cow.
Bessie, Bessie, Bessie" The cow walked over to him and licked the
side of his face. Dave lovingly petted her, turned to my buddy and I
and said, "I'm going to eat her." This may give you an idea
what kind of guy Dave was...and still is...a big, obnoxious, boorish
guy who'd give you the shirt off his back. Most men should have the
heart of Dave Lindstrom.
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