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April 12, 2006

Lachey nodded at Pickler and said, "Next."

Saturday night, 1:20am, over by the steps:

“Who’s that guy over there?”

“Oh, he’s Klein’s friend.”

“What’s his story?”

“Well, I heard a drove a freelance party wagon for awhile, but then he had to pull it into the roundhouse for service. And now – oh my god, you’re not even going to believe it – he’s actually become more of a cliché. Not only is he an editor at some alt weekly, but he drives a 240 wagon AND has a beard. Seriously, what a hack. I mean shit, he thinks Johanna is foxy. How cool can he be?”

“He looks like a Caucasian, bearded actor whose name escapes me.”



The Heartless Bastards.

Bedouin Soundclash.

Loose Fur, Born Again in the USA

Ruthann Friedman, Constant Companion


"Coney Island High," starring Uncle Grambo.


From now on, Nate Dogg will dictate these blog entries.

Posted by Johnny Loftus at April 12, 2006 5:27 PM