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KRS-ONE @ Le National
By Adrian - Eclectricity - 03/09/2008
KRS-One’s 1994 Montreal concert is the greatest concert experience of my life. With the exception of The Roots or Femi Kuti, no concert, hip-hop or otherwise, has managed to dethrone KRS' impact on me. Not even his 1997 Montreal concert could top that night. Since 1997, there have been a lot of changes on my part. Nothing is stagnant. Things change for better or worse. My views on hip-hop music and concerts have changed. KRS' Montreal concerts have obviously changed as well, bringing us to March 9, 2008 at National.
When I learned of KRS' Montreal date, I was leery. I didn't want anything to ruin my already high esteem of him and that 1994 night. There was a strong turn out that Sunday night despite the weekend's snow storm. One realized that the night was going to be memorable judging by the crowd's reaction to "MCs Act Like They Don't Know," one of his set's earliest tracks. To see the icon performing live in front of you is worth the cost of admission. After the initial moment of being star struck wore off, I prepared myself for what was to come.
The night was filled with highs and lows. Among the lows were factors within and outside of KRS' control. Never have I heard a performer comment about technical difficulties as much as I did that night. He couldn't get the lights turned down when needed, he occasionally asked if he was being heard, and he could not get anyone to turn off the air-conditioning. There was an overall feeling that this concert was makeshift and nearly did not take place. It is not certain whether there was a communication breakdown due to language barrier, but one could feel there may not have been a lot of preparation for the night.
I noticed a trend with KRS Montreal concerts that stems from 1997. Unlike the 1994 concert where he was the central figure on stage, in 1997 he brought more people on stage with him including BDP members and breakdancers. In the beginning of the show, he was the sole figure on stage aside from the DJs, but by the middle to the end, it was a free-for-all. He asked audience members to come onstage and dance. Within moments, he had a scene from "Step Up" or "You Got Served" going on. That was interesting but suspect at the same time. Next, he invited audience members to go on stage and rhyme while he drew on blank white t-shirts and shot them into the crowd. That moment looked like 8 Mile onstage. Was all this filler or planned? On one hand, I felt that he was recreating a Bronx block party on stage, but on the other I was wondering if he was saving his energy for a bigger venue the next night. The jury is still out on that issue.
Still, KRS is such a seasoned performer that he overcame any difficulties he may have had on stage. Something that was difficult to accept was his sampler style presentation of his music. With over twenty years of material, he is not expected to perform all his songs in one night. The problem was that one verse of each song is not enough KRS. Few MCs have the charisma and stage presence of KRS. I know that, the audience knows that, and most importantly, he knows that. When you add the technical problems and relatively limited time on stage, you get the feeling you were lucky to see him that night.
A lot has changed for me, KRS and his Montreal concerts since 1994. I had the privilege of attending the greatest concert of my life and he was a major factor for that night being so memorable. Perhaps some people in the audience at Le National thought that was the greatest concert of their life. One thing is undeniable. KRS has what it takes to make any performance memorable. Thanks for '94 Kris.
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SEUN KUTI AND THE EGYPT 80 @ Metropolis
By Luca Petryshyn (aka DJ Spooky) - West African Hour - 07/13/2008
When I told some friends I was going to see Seun Kuti and the Egypt 80, they all wondered how he could fill the shoes of his late father Fela Kuti. Since Fela’s death, Seun has taken up the reins of the Afro-beat by playing with Fela’s old band in a orthodox style. With Fela’s old band and musical style the question was unavoidable: could Seun bring something new to the table or would he end up being a cheap copy cat riding the international fame that Fela inspired? Well, anyone who was at that show knows that seeing Seun Kuti play is bombastic and the best way to experience Afro-beat live in the 21st century.
The show started with the Egypt 80 showing off their musical skills, getting the audience grooving before introducing their front man. After one song, the audience was dancing, and when Egypt 80 finally introduced the powerful onstage presence of Seun Kuti, his entrance inspired cheers. He did not disappoint capturing centre stage with remarkable energy and passion. A self-taught musician in the community of his father, Seun Kuti can sing Fela covers to great effect. It was also treat to watch as he grooved and shook to the music. At one point, he got too hot and stripped off his shirt spending the last half of the set topless. However, new front man or not, the Afro-beat sounds of The Egypt 80 are fantastic and they played a rich set. The band played two Fela songs with the engaging Seun, dropping dance bombs on the audience. Most of the songs played were from their new album, Many Things, released this summer. They only managed to perform about eight songs, as each song plays over the ten-minute mark and is packed with long instrumental improvisations. The sound at the metropolis was great, although they managed to cut Seun’s microphone by accident when he was trying to explain one of his songs. The audience was really into the music and you could tell that almost everyone there was a fan of the Afro-beat style.
Everyone who came to see if Seun lives up to his father’s legacy could not have been disappointed. The band played orthodox Afro-beat, never deviating form the standards that Fela set in his musical career. Apparently, sticking to the formula is important for Seun, who has said that the world is still catching up to his father’s innovations, and that afro-beat needs no changes stylistically. All in all, seeing Seun Kuti continue the legacy of his father is to see the best Afro-beat band in the world play.
Check out DJ Spooky Luke on The West African Hour every Wednesday from 12pm-1 pm
BLACK UMFOLOSI @ Le National
By Andrij Radio (aka DJ Dreeko) - West African Hour - 07/15/2008
Black Umfolosi are an a capella group that hail from Zimbabwe. With five members, all incredible singers, the band’s style is similar to Ladysmith Black Mambazo with rich and warm harmonies. They also love to dance, and so they entertained the crowd at Le National with their various dance styles. Besides the music and the dancing, thes show also had another great virtue: the engaging presence of the band. I’ve seen a lot of shows lately, at the Jazz Fest and at Nuits D’Afrique, and Black Umfolosi standout as the group that I saw which was most successful in developing a warm and intimate rapport with the audience. They talked of their homeland and of Montreal, and were extremely funny when they danced and sang, describing and imitating, through movement, humorous situations. Most groups see it as pivotal to establish a connection with the audience, and sometimes their efforts, and the audiences, can seem a little forced. But not so with Black Umfolosi, who seemed very natural and authentic in their affection. Their music, which featured strong voices surrounded by silence, encouraged a sense of intimacy.
Black Umfolosi started their set with a song about a steam train, acting out the movements of being on a train (including the conductor’s steam whistle pulling) and thus producing some very martial-arts style dancing. They followed this with a haunting song filled with sadness and hope about being alone in the darkness and crying all night, and being rescued by the love of friends. The lights on the stage were very dim, and you couldn’t see their faces, giving the song a very mysterious feeling. They then sang a song about Zimbabwe and it became apparent by some of the jubilant cries that went out that they weren’t the only people from there. They encouraged people to dance, saying it didn’t matter what style we danced, and then they made fun of the crowd, saying the Montreal way to dance was to cross one’s arms and tap one’s foot. I thought that was pretty funny, and I’m sure in Zimbabwe the crowd reacts a lot more physically, but their music really didn’t strike me as dancy at all, so I just danced in the Montreal style. Then they sang the old national anthem of Zimbabwe, to more cries of excitement from the Zimbabweans in the audience. When they announced a song about flirting with a woman, I noticed a fair number of women getting excited around me.
After a brief interlude, the band sang a song about summer, and each member of the group took a turn at center stage and danced in his own fashion. The crowd went wild for their dancing and the humour they conveyed through it. After this came a number of songs with interesting lyrics, speaking of parties in Zimbabwe, orphan lives and the instability of the current political scene. Starting to wrap things up, they bust out “The Lion Sleeps Tonight,” encouraging everyone to sing, and I was happy to oblige (it was my favorite song as a child). Just when I thought it was about to end, the group busted out some gumboot dancing, which is and amazing dance style similar to tap except with gumboots being slapped by ones hands to create a rhythm. They were all decked out in coal miner suits, since the gumboot evolved from coal miners in South Africa who would dance along to the work songs they’d chant.
All in all, it was a great show, and although the music was not very energetic, the onstage presence of the group was as good as onstage presence can be, with the dancing bringing a lively feel to the night. Black Umfolosi is not the kind of group you would see for dancing or partying, but a great band to sit back and appreciate on a more reflective, spectator level. I also noticed that the ladies went wild when the performers took their shirts off and I wondered if this was like the South African equivalent of a boy band. Five guys who just sing and do choreographed dancing together…Sound familiar?
Check out Andrij on the West African Hour every Wednesday from 12-1pm
SALAAM @ Ballatou
By Luca Petryshyn (aka DJ Spooky) - West African Hour - 07/16/2008
Salaam, a nine-piece band that plays a unique musical style mixing jazz, blues and funk with “gnawa” -- a traditional Moroccan trance musical style, are a fan favourite at Nuits d’Afrique. As for the legend behind genre, the story tells of a big old Moroccan sultan who created an army of slaves from west and North Africa sometime around the sixteenth century, and it was these slaves that ended up jamming the musical styles of their origins into the style we today call gnawa. However, Salaam could not be called old school traditional because they expand on gnawa incredibly, bringing in a saxophone, trumpet, electric bass and more. All these instruments combined over a trance foundation produce a music that everybody can dance to.
At their show during the festival, Salaam mesmerized the crowd with their dramatic percussive entrance, walking through the crowd in North African garb. Right away, their music had everyone swinging. The rich variety of percussive instruments and the high quality of musicianship make Salaam difficult to ignore; within moments of them hitting the stage, the dance floor filled up with people of all ages. Eventually, halfway through the night, front man, Nazir, who emigrated to Montréal in 1992 and writes most of the songs, played for the first time in public a few special songs with a rare Moroccan guitar. One great thing at their live show was the fantastic trumpet player who, along with the saxophonist, created a thick party dance vibe over the many percussive instruments. The mix up between gnawa and more modern musical forms worked well, and if people weren’t dancing half way through the set, they couldn’t help but feverishly bob their heads.
Salaam had an intermission in the middle of their show, and when they came back after their first set, the room was ready for more, being even more packed with latecomers who could only find a spot on the dance floor. Festival organizers at Nuits d’Afrique have a great set-up, letting bands play for an hour and half and strongly encourage an encore. Consequently, the show did not go on too long and neither was it too short but ended at a perfect time. Overall, Salaam were delightfully enjoyable and anyone who has an interest in the music of the Mahgreb should make and effort to see one of their many shows.
Tune in to more African music on West African Hour every Wednesday from 12pm-1pm.
CALEXICO @ Le National
By Simon Howell - A Listening Ear - 07/07/2008
Since the late 90's, Calexico -- formed by Joey Burns and John Convertino of Giant Sand -- have been steadily churning out their own blend of horn-infused folk-rock, which touches on traditional Mexican music as well as more typical American folk influences. Their live show, as it turns out, is a fairly straightforward replica of their recorded sound, albeit with a few left turns here and there.
One of them came at the show's very outset, with Burns and Convertino entering alone to play a quick little surf-rock instrumental. Afterwards, the other four members strolled onstage to main the guitars, horns and pedal steel as the set began in earnest. Feast of Wire, their breakthrough, still holds a considerable sway over their setlist, including spirited takes on "Quattro (World Drifts In)" and "Black Heart." The highlight of the Feast material, however, was definitely the radically transformed "Not Even Stevie Nicks" -- a modest acoustic ditty on record, here performed as a three-guitar monster of a track.
At least one track from the upcoming Carried to Dust was performed -- a tricksy little number called "Two Silver Trees," indicating a continuation of the more strongly song-based approach evidenced on their most recent release, Garden Ruin. The set also featured two prominent covers -- Love's "Alone Again Or" (which is featured on their Convict Pool EP), and Bob Dylan's "Going to Acapulco," which they had previously recorded with My Morning Jacket's Jim James for the I'm Not There soundtrack. For help on the latter, they brought openers Woodpigeon onstage to sing backup and play violin, upping the onstage personnel to twelve for that particular number.
Special mention must be made of Burns, who has to be one of the most polished live singers I've ever witnessed. While he was aided by Le National's fine acoustics and routinely excellent sound work, he was always pitch-perfect and confident on the mic (though his stage moves verged on the corny at many instances). The trumpet work, which was featured on nearly every track they played, was also phenomenal. Calexico's appeal is based more on their "indie-mariachi" sound than on individual songs so naturally some sections of the set ran together (something that could have been fixed with a little setlist manipulation). Regardless, their dogged professionalism and lush instrumentation make them a must-see act for any fans of folk-based music, even if they'll likely leave many hip types cold.
Tune in to A Listening Ear with Simon every Friday from 2pm - 4pm
CALEXICO + Woodpigeon @ Le National
By Andrij Radio - West African Hour - 07/07/2008
When I got to Le National at 8:30, the opening band, Woodpigeon, was unfortunately already half-way done their set. I was surprised since almost every show I’ve been to in Montreal starts at least an hour after it’s supposed to, but maybe that’s what comes out of mostly going to shows put on by art students. I’d never heard Woodpigeon before, but they were certainly an appropriate opener for Calexico, style-wise. An eight member ensemble featuring all the usual instruments (guitar, drums, bass and keyboards), Woodpigeon also featured a violin, and half of the members in the band sang, often producing very bluegrass-y harmonies. Like Calexico, they played fairly relaxed alternative country, but so relaxed that I started getting quite bored even though I only watched them play for half an hour. Though Woodpigeon had a formidable enveloping sound, the four harmonizing voices providing a full and resonant quality to the music, they did not convey a lot of energy or passion onstage. Besides them not really being my style of music, I just felt like there was nothing special to their performance, nothing that would make seeing them live better than listening to a recording. One personal highlight was a song in which they took their style to a more experimental edge, doing some ambient, Sonic Youth-style guitar work.
The interlude between the end of their set and the beginning of Calexico’s seemed to go on forever. Since I didn’t have any friends around to talk to, I did some hamstring stretches and gazed around the venue. I also chuckled every time the crowd started shouting when some roadie came on stage to set up for Calexico. You can really tell that people are eager for a performance when they start hooting and hollering at the guy tuning the guitar.
Calexico began their set with just two members of the band, lead vocalist and guitarist Joey Burns, and percussionist John Convertino, burning up some 60’s style instrumental surf rock. I love surf guitar, and was surprised and enthusiastic. Then the rest of the band came onstage, bringing with them a steel guitar, a bass, some vibes, trumpets, and an accordion (it seems that many members of the band are multi-instrumentalists). True to their name (Calexico = California/Mexico), the band served up a spicy dish of alternative country mixed with Mexican rhythms and melodies. Paul Niehaus provided the country with his haunting pedal steel, while Jacob Valenzuela and Martin Wenk supplied the definitive Mexican qualities with their piercing trumpets. At one point, I really felt like I was in a Clint Eastwood movie. The band played five or six tracks from their album Feast of Wire -- which is the only Calexico album I actually know well -- and those seemed to be the tracks the audience responded most to. Joey Burns kept up a great rapport with the audience throughout the performance, often complimenting our fair city (he said the secret of our greatness was our disco), and at one point even singing an entire song apart from the rest of the band, in French, all about hanging out here. He either really loves Montreal or is really good at talking up the audience of any given city. Unlike Woodpigeon, Calexico was relaxed musically, but nonetheless conveyed a lot of energy onstage. Towards the end of the set my only disappointment was that there had been no dance-y music, but then Calexico started busting out some new songs that got the crowd moving, and my thirst to dance was quenched.
I don’t like country, including most alternative country that I’ve heard, but I love Calexico, which suggests to me that they have a broader appeal than most alternative country bands, partly due to the Mexican qualities, partly due to their experimentalism, and partly due to the highly original songwriting style of Burns and Convertino. Despite Woodpigeons lackluster performance, this was a great show. The sound was good, the visuals were great (a dark greenish-yellow set the tone for Calexico’s desert style), and there was even some dancing. They are definitely an act worth checking out.
Check out Andrij on the West African Hour every Wednesday from 12-1pm
MINDLESS SELF INDULGENCE @ Le Medley
By Michelle Ayoub - 06/29/2008
“Yes, NO, do-do-do-do!”
Le Medley, June 29th 2008. The band: Mindless Self Indulgence, touring in support of their new album If. I am still undecided on whether I am the perfect person to write this review, or the absolute worse. On the one hand, I vividly recall sneaking in to seven dollar shows in bars years before I was of age to see this band, on the other hand, I vividly recall sneaking in to seven dollar shows in bars years before I was of age to see this band.
From the moment I walked in, I had a bad feeling. Having seen this band more times than one may deem healthy, I have seen the evolution of the audience. It took no time to notice that gone were the days of naughty word pre-show chants, and ultimately, the same band/crowd relationship I had grown to know and love. The obnoxiousness, for lack of a better term, that was usually felt amongst fans waiting for MSI to take the stage was not only not shared with the rest of the crowd, but was not well received by those surrounding my friends and I. When the crowd started chanting “MSI” and we, along with a few scattered voices chimed in with the complementary “sucks,” we got many a dirty looks. A prime example of the many elements that made the whole night just feel wrong.
Bad feelings about the crowd aside, the band appeared onstage and delivered a good performance. This is where my difficulty to decide whether or not I should be the one penning this review. No one can take away from Mindless Self Indulgence’s abilities to put on one hell of a show. They always have a phenomenal amount of energy and great showmanship, and Sunday’s show was no exception. The negative aspects of the show, then, had nothing to do with the band, but rather with the audience. MSI had no difficulty in getting the crowd moving, but it is the way the crowd reacted, the way it moved that, in my opinion, affected my feelings about the entire show.
I always remember MSI concerts as massive sing-a-longs mixed with nudity, obscenities, and at least one audience member being somewhat violated on stage. In regards to the sing-a-longs, the set list left little to be desired. Only four songs pre-You’ll Rebel To Anything were played the entire night, and they seemed for the most part completely unknown to the audience. Again, I felt weird looks and stares when singing along to older songs, most notably “Planet of the Apes” (from 1999’s Frankenstein Girls Will Seem Strangely Sexy). At first, I thought they just chose less known “older” material, but all doubt about this was destroyed when singer Jimmy Urine asked for a francophone to get on stage to translate for him. Enthusiastically, a girl jumped on stage and the band began to play “Faggot” (again from Frankenstein Girls). The blank stare on their chosen translator’s face was priceless, but more importantly, painful. She was a prime example of how the crowd had dramatically changed. And again, dirty looks when my friends and I chanted “Tapette” during the chorus.
I know this should not take away anything from the band, but I find it difficult not to point these details out. To hear pre-pubescent girls scream out their love for Urine or Steve Righ? instead of yelling out insults and to see people trying to reach for Urine when he opens is arms to the crown instead of everyone spitting in unison still kind of gets to me.
In the band’s defence, on top of a good performance on their part, they did poke fun at their new fans. Oh so many Hot Topic-style jokes were cracked at the crowd’s expense, but it seems that instead of said crowd being in on it like in the past and jumping in on the flame wars, they just laugh along because “the singer is like, so totally talking about us.”
If I had not been familiar with the band beforehand, I most probably would have given this show an excellent review. Good energy and an overall happy crowd -- what else counts in the grand scheme of things? Unfortunately, I have been into this band too long, from a time where their bassist was a cute blonde chick named Vanessa (that’s a damn long time for those not familiar with the band). So to see what I used to refer to as the ultimate fan/band relationship become what I saw at Le Medley...I have to say, I wish time travel was possible. Not only for myself, but any fan who discovered MSI a bit too late.
Mindless Self Indulgence are still a must-see at least once in a lifetime. Their live performance is well delivered and is thus worth the money (although I should stay away from the merch booth if money is Tight). Be warned though; do not expect the same experience of yesteryear MSI, as seen on the many bootlegs and YouTube videos floating around online. They’re still damn good, but something has died…and it’s not just the gerbil in Jimmy’s butt (from the Alienating Our Audience tour no doubt).
KAIL - True Hollywood Squares
By Brian Joseph - Phantastiq Cypha - 04/21/2008
Before we begin my review of True Hollywood Squares, may I make reference to the fact that a lyricist can spit some serious metaphors; however, there is a difference between metaphors and similes. For example, "you are my sunshine" is a metaphor, whereas "your eyes are like the sun" is a simile. With that said, Kail has a knack for similes. From beginning to end, his style is graceful and comedic, yet he doesn’t lose any roughness around the edges. Hailing from South Central, Kail has some big shoes to represent and represent it he does. We start off the album with an introduction to the host and contestants, who carry us through the game that is the album. With a colourful wise guy who drops lines such as “use that to blow your father with” and “I oughtta whack you upside the head with a canoe paddle,” its obvious that as serious an album this is, it’s also made to crack you up.
The tracks are solid for the most part, from “The Realest Muthafuckin' Tour Guide Ever” to “Wendy,” which have impressive lyrics and meanings behind the tracks. For some reason though, I lose it when it gets to “Sweet Dick Willy”; maybe it’s the fake commercial before it, or the fact that I don’t feel “Sweet Dick Willy” and “Motorola Twins” are as strong as the other tracks. Whatever the case, it feels like they are the album’s b-sides. Luckily, the album then moves onto “Cola (The Rhapsody)” and all is forgiven. Easily my favorite track on the album, “Cola” is a rap about relationships. What really makes the song is the female vocalist, whose deadpan delivery makes Kail’s over-the-top stressed singing technique a winning combination. Besides “Cola,” “Peter Pennyworth” is another great track. The song starts with a somewhat simple chant over a good tempo, which then turns into a harder beat midway and doesn’t take away from his flow.
I don’t often do album reviews because I don’t think someone can tell you if an album is good -- you have to listen to it yourself. The same goes for Kail. I can tell you how much I appreciate the album, the production, and how I look forward to more of his stuff; however, only you can take a listen, form an opinion, and start telling people how great he is, because you will. Kail isn’t someone to sleep on, and if this album is any indication of what he’s got, we can look forward to a lot more solid releases.
Tune in to Phantastiq Cypha with Brian every Friday from 9am-12pm
MY MORNING JACKET @ Le National
By Ricky D - The Naked Lunch - 06/17/2008
The difference between the fifth studio album from the Louisville, Kentucky quintet and all previous work is the influence of producers James and Joe Chiccarelli (The Shins, U2), who stray away from the synths on some of My Morning Jacket’s past work and instead, try to emulate their full, live sound. This just might be the reason why this time around, the band outdid themselves once again on their 2008 North American tour.
With over two hours of back-to-back songs from their newest album, Evil Urges, the band left me wondering once again: why aren’t they playing for larger crowds? Opening with the title track from their latest release, the band's sound was tight and focused from the get-go and it never let up; the concert was a non-stop ride, giving us catchy tunes such as "I'm Amazed" and "Thank You Too."
Although My Morning Jacket first emerged in 1998 and have been compared to followers of Neil Young, the band has since embraced everything from neo-psychedelia and Americana to funk, prog, and reggae. Bringing these influences and styles together live made for one of the best concerts of the year. Jim James amazing performance confirmed that he still has one of the best male vocals in the business (giving nods to artists such as Prince and the Godfather of Soul). There’s also something to be said about a band that easily shifts from alt-country / indie rock to delivering an eight-minute long, sexy and tripped out electro-funk track reminiscent of 80’s new wave. Maybe this is why I love them so much.
With a twenty song setlist, the band was sure to deliver enough tracks from previous albums to keep fans happy. The list included “Laylow,” “Lowdown,” “Gideon,” “Highly Suspicious,” two encores, and finally “One Big Holiday” before the band sent us home more than satisfied.
Tune in The Naked Lunch with Ricky D every Thursday from 10am – 12pm
DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE @ Quai Jacques Cartier
By Lindsay Wood - Through Being Cool - 06/06/2008
You know the feeling you get when you finally get the chance to see a band you just keep missing (because either the band got injured on a previous tour, or you happened to take an extra work shift without realizing that it was on the same night as the show)? That’s the feeling I had when I saw Death Cab for Cutie. We were finally able to be in the same place at the same time on their most recent Montreal visit, meeting when “soul meets body” at the Quai Jacques Cartier.
There weren’t as many people at the show as I expected, but then again, the weather had been pretty questionable for the past few weeks. It was grey and cool outside, as though the forces of Ben Gibbard were fighting off the rain. As soon as the group came on, though, it was love at first sight. One of the best things for me is when a band sounds as good live as they do on CD, and Death Cab did just that. They sounded amazing, playing a great mix of songs, both new and old.
There was little bit of acoustic in their set, but unfortunately, not too much banter. It didn’t feel very personal. Actually, it felt more like a band that had never played here before, which is hardly the case for Death Cab. I didn’t feel like they were playing for me, and I wasn’t as lost in their songs as I had hoped to be. I mean, I was by the end of the concert because I had a few beers, but the boys from Bellingham, Washington weren’t able to evoke that emotion in me from their music.
All in all, the band sounded good and I can’t say I was disappointed, though I had expected more from them. A few more songs would have helped, but otherwise, it was worth the metro trip down to the pier.
(If you like emo kids in glasses, AA shirts and REALLY tight pants, it would have been worth it for you. Holy -- was there a dress code I didn’t know about?)
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