So, I had to get up at 7 a.m. Saturday to take my son to his final swim meet of the season. In Macomb, MI. Sigh. Naturally, I rang in 1:30 a.m. with Old Empire at Skipper’s after tolerating the Mantons‘ CCR covers. Duhr. I had caught a serious case of Blowout momentum. Buoyed...
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So, if Wednesday is the Blowout gathering of the tribes, a night of semi-valedictory celebration, then Thursday is what can loosely be deemed “Friends & Family” night. That is, the people out and about on a school night are part of either the first or second degree of connection to a band. Or they’re...
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I figure it’s always a good omen when you start a Blowout by accidentally wandering into a backstage area. I totally forgot the Majestic wasn’t holding events (which, I might say, added crap-ton of energy to the shenanigans by condensing the action) and walked up to the usual box office door. Multi-insrumentalistabout-town Scott Michalski...
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I started off the Blowout, as is my custom by rolling off 75 at exit 55 and hitting Paycheck’s. It’s closest to the freeway, the parking’s reliable, the attitude is pure Hamtown and, on this night, Last Tourist was playing the 9:20 p.m. slot. Win-win-win, as they say in the business. So, to be...
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I have come to view the opening party of Blowout as a family reunion of people with whom I’d actually like to share a park, a game of frisbee and a BBQ. To that end, I’d like to propose a casserole buffet at next year’s kickoff. Ratified? Awesome. Thanks! Random thoughts include: *I find...
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Oh, Deastro. How doth the ladies love thou? How devout the bloggers affections? How buzztastic can one get without a serious reality check? Here’s the thing, though. The kid called Randolph Chabot Jr. brings the goods. I figured that the critical mass of online scribes would have rode the been-there-done-that-I’ll see-him-next-week logic and head...
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No. I did not see Terrible Twos on Friday night. The dudes are still tall, genius and in total out-of-control. I don’t need the Blowout to tell me that. But the fact that you couldn’t move inside Small’s even 15 minutes after their set ended is encouraging in the big picture. but first…When you...
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I always feel like I’m watching someone else? Hmm…I’ll work on my bad blogger-type references as the weekend progresses. #05213 Reporting from Guyvile. Millions of Brazilians: Who knew? Sparse content on a myspace page and a kick-ass name are one of the hazards of the Blowout in the nu-modern age. But I rolled the...
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#05213 reporting. 350125 — go! ahem. er, To paraphrase one Mr. Matthew McConaughey: The best thing about Blowout is I keep getting older and it stays the same age…yes it does…” There were many wonders to behold as I dove into the deep water of the real live in-Hamtramck chairs-and-milkcrates-in-reserved-spots-and-all Blowout on this seemingly...
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Better late than never, I guess. Right? Oh, fuggit. Impending sinus infection? Check. Recent/impending blizzard? Check and check! Sneaky pete passed between friends in the bathroom? Check. Steve-O doing his orbital mingling? Check! I mean, my god, how great is it that you can tuck your kids into bed, kiss your wife goodnight and...
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