Don't Mess with Exas
Helping my Ex's father move out an old TV that I remember being heavy enough to be the focal point of a qualifying event for the World's Strongest Man Competition. You hear that Marius Pujanauski? You're gonna get the business end of beat-down, compliments of Kid Hercules.
Seriously, am I wearing a janitorial jumpsuit that I'm somehow unaware of? Helping people move has been an albatross that's followed me throughout my days. It's the very definition of thankless work. Studs Turkel might even have a book or two dedicated to the plight of the moving day friend.
C'mon Karma, please begin to recognize the immense disparity between me helping friends move, and ZERO help when it's time to repay the godfather. But if that's how you wanna play it, I will gladly accept our preexisting payment arrangement in the form of chain-mail about angels from my mother.
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Tonight I see punk rock miracle, Death, live in Brooklyn. Just a little house-cleaning to get off my chest first: citizens of Brooklyn, can we keep the fake mustache conversations to a minimum tonight? I'll be alright with the capes and Golden Girls masks if you can grant me just that one concession. Seriously though, I could not be more excited about all the shows I'm seeing this summer. It might go down as the greatest summer ever.
Death
Ted Leo/Pharmacists
Tribute to Chris Knox - Jeff Mangum will crawl out of some reclusive forest of Portland gutter trash to help out one of rock's greats during his time of need.
Titus Andronicus & The Spider Bags
Sharon Jones & the Dap KIngs
Eddy Current Suppression Ring - first U.S. appearance.
Reigning Sound
Pavement
Helping my Ex's father move out an old TV that I remember being heavy enough to be the focal point of a qualifying event for the World's Strongest Man Competition. You hear that Marius Pujanauski? You're gonna get the business end of beat-down, compliments of Kid Hercules.
Seriously, am I wearing a janitorial jumpsuit that I'm somehow unaware of? Helping people move has been an albatross that's followed me throughout my days. It's the very definition of thankless work. Studs Turkel might even have a book or two dedicated to the plight of the moving day friend.
C'mon Karma, please begin to recognize the immense disparity between me helping friends move, and ZERO help when it's time to repay the godfather. But if that's how you wanna play it, I will gladly accept our preexisting payment arrangement in the form of chain-mail about angels from my mother.
Insert your own transition material here: _______________________________________________
___________________________________________________________________________________________________________.
Tonight I see punk rock miracle, Death, live in Brooklyn. Just a little house-cleaning to get off my chest first: citizens of Brooklyn, can we keep the fake mustache conversations to a minimum tonight? I'll be alright with the capes and Golden Girls masks if you can grant me just that one concession. Seriously though, I could not be more excited about all the shows I'm seeing this summer. It might go down as the greatest summer ever.
Death
Ted Leo/Pharmacists
Tribute to Chris Knox - Jeff Mangum will crawl out of some reclusive forest of Portland gutter trash to help out one of rock's greats during his time of need.
Titus Andronicus & The Spider Bags
Sharon Jones & the Dap KIngs
Eddy Current Suppression Ring - first U.S. appearance.
Reigning Sound
Pavement