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The Spin loves yard sales, but being The Spin we're almost never awake during yard sale hours cuz, ya know, we're The Spin and we're allergic to sunlight and fresh air and waking up before sundown. It's probably a good thing, too, otherwise Spin HQ would be chock to the brim with curios, knick-knacks and geegaws-though none of them would be as cool as the 'Matador Kills Bull on Black Velvet" painting that we bought off the world famous William Tyler this weekend. That thing is seriously badass, day-glo, animal cruelty on fuzzy fabric with a dude wearing slippers and throwing pointy sticks with flowers on them. Also awesome? The vintage New England Patriots T-shirt we scored for two-freaking-dollars--The Spin's getting' all Steve Grogan up in this motherfucker now, bi-aaat-chez!
But reveling in the merchandise of a shitty-at-the-time pro-sports franchise wasn't all we were there for, oh no, there was some serious rock 'n' roll to be had once you passed the the gauntlet of curios and gimcracks. We missed the openers How Cozy and COUNTRYMUSIC because we were caught up in some serious soul-searching about whether or not we really needed to own the House Party soundtrack , but we did make it to the back yard in time for Heavy Cream and their set of swine-flu-esque punk--snotty as all get-out and catchy as hell. The Kindergarten Circus and Caitlin Rose were both predictably rad, even though they inhabit diametrically opposed ends of the volume knob.
Out-of-towners Pree, from Washington, D.C., had us giddy with anticipation when we saw them setting up a flute and melodica, but were ultimately a let-down. We were hoping for Trouble Funk but it was more like Joni Mitchell meets the Kottonmouth Kings or Christie Front Drive meets Jethro Tull. Think LFO meets ICP, The Eagles meets The Shaggs, Jawbox meets Helen Reddy or Jandek meets the Red Hot Chili Peppers--basically think of anything else to keep yourself entertained. Once Pree had played their second song we were really disappointed they were playing more than one song.
Denny and the Jets and the Tits closed out the show, but by that point we'd been drinking beer in the sun for far too long and our enthusiasm was more or less depleted. They were good and everything, but we were just a little too sun-stroked to give a shit. There's a reason The Spin doesn't go outside very often and that's because outside isn't air-conditioned--The Spin's indeterminate genitalia is not a fan of swimming in its own sweat, fer realz. Genital sweat impairs our ability to give a fuck. Sorry.
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Everyone was decked out in their hipster costumes. Lots of walking cliches representin'!
oh local... let the kids have their fun. chill out.