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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.”

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Links:

The Heartless Bastards.

Bedouin Soundclash.

Loose Fur, Born Again in the USA

Ruthann Friedman, Constant Companion

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"Coney Island High," starring Uncle Grambo.

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

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