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august 17th at the basement : pipedown unit breed morsecode heartbeat and voice of simon.
ok. you've got the leftist literature name-dropping in your cd liner notes. you're signed to A-F records. you have fancy equipment and can afford both the money and the dignity to wear eye makeup. yes, you played the bluebird in denver the day before. but that doesn't make you hot shit. in case you forgot, you played a saturday matinee at the bluebird, that was free of charge, with tickets waiting on the flyer counter at our very own Ernie November's of cheyenne. yes the basement is small, this is no surprise. but you knew you were playing the basement. so what i'm trying to say, dear pipedown, is yes, it was very cool of you to grace us with your anti-fascist lyrics and pop-punk dancetasticness. you are all scholars, though hardly gentlemen, as your garbage-spewing rockstar mouths spoke slowly to our little scene and said very fascist things. i'm sorry we're not the biggest town in the world, and we weren't worth your time. but your "revolution" starts in small places, not in free matinee shows in big citites that squash youth and push the sweet cheap beers. i'm sure the kids from casper, who left right after your set, had a great time.
dear unit breed and morsecode heartbeat - you had some of the most interesting and expensive merchandise i've ever had the pleasure of dropping. several times. sorry about that. i hope the bass player who went to the movie, thus delaying the show, had a good time. the metal stylings of morsecode heartbeat weren't anything special but i liked it. i'm a sucker for a distorted and oversized bass. unit breed - you weren't as wacky and confusing as you claimed to be, but that's ok, i'll chalk that up to a misunderstanding. you were a very nice bunch of people, except for the lack of communication part. that was not so cool.
dear voice of simon - you are wierd. i don't understand you. but that last basement show, it was hot. i couldn't stop sweating, it ran down my face like oil on a greasy chicken thigh. thanks for making me dance one more time (one time only?). remember when chad's amp broke? that was not so cool. and when i yelled something funny and we all laughed? and you guys shake legs good. why did you play all new songs? are you cruel and meaty masters? i guess what i'm trying to say is that you were different, and therefore bad, just like punk used to be. but you inspired me. and it was a lot of fun while it lasted. i won't forget you, because you punched me in the face and i want revenge. i heard something about a seven inch record?
levi rubeck
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