Where were you on 9/11?

Man, I was splitting my tyme betwixt Melrose Pool & Pong and the Springwater Supperclub & Lounge. (Too late for dinner, shucks.) Guess whose game didn't show up on 8th Ave? Damn, damn, damn. However, I did get to see some shit go down when somebody called out the doubles teams. Eat a bowl of dicks, nashvillezine and weownthistown!

Down at the 'Water, Duraluxe was hosting their now-legendary weekly spoken word party. If you missed it last night (which you probably did - only the six hippest dudes in town were invited) you should probably do something to punish yourself. I unfortunately can't take a chance describing what exactly happened. Its a matter of NATIONAL SECURITY. The cops were even there to make sure no bums were listening in. They caught one and kicked his ass all over the parking lot in the name of the Red, White, and Blue.

So I've seen Duraluxe a bunch lately, and have this suggestion: don't play any more songs. Throw out even your best tunes and get a strangle hold on that Jim Morrison vibe that suits you so well.

So that's where I was on 9/11. Yeah, it was crazy.

Huh?

Oh, THAT 9/11.