Saturday, April 30, 2005
=W= Epilogue
It began on the sidewalk. At 5pm. Doors weren’t for another 3 hours, but we simply couldn’t afford to take the chance. Weezer was playing the Commodore, and not to take all the reasonable measures to ensure a spot up front would be unthinkable. So we showed a tad early, ready and willing to wait in line. When Alicja and I got there, about a half dozen people were in line already. One of them was Alicja’s friend from high school, while another remembered seeing me at different shows. Yet another – the one Alicja called “Ted” – sat there, cross-legged, the first guy to show up. Props dude. You didn’t bake a cake like one of the girls in line did, but showing up before 5 when doors are at 8 merits mad respects.
To say that I’ve been eagerly awaiting the show would be, oh, an understatement. Bands of that size don’t normally play clubs, and they don’t start their first tour in almost three years in Vancouver either. But that’s exactly what Weezer did. Although I saw them a few years ago play the Pacific Coliseum, I knew this was going to be different. So when the doors finally swung open, I ran in there like a rabid fan at rock show (err…), leaving behind Alicja, Peter, Alexis, and our line buddies for the previous three hours. As soon as I got in the room, I took up a spot right at the front, my hands instinctively grabbing onto the barricades that separated the stage from the crowd area. No one was going to move me, no matter how drunk, big, or obnoxious he was. It didn’t matter that no one was going to try to move me for at least a couple hours. After the Killers show last week, I just felt a primal compulsion to protect my space. Normally, I’m a pushover, but at Weezer? No. Fucking. Way. There are some things that I will absolutely stand my ground on, that was one of them.
The opening band, Ringside, were meh. The singer looked like a shorter Adam Levine (the singing one of the 5 Maroons), while the keyboardist looked like John Mayer doing an impression of the Unabomber (or Phil Laak). Their music was that kind of nondescript, inoffensive, bass-less pop-rock that seems to be so popular these days. It’s not that they were unpleasant – just a bit generic. All of their songs bled together, and with the crowd hotly awaiting the headlining act (and being complete assholes about it, yelling shit out during their set), they were not greeted warmly. Fortunately for them, the abuse stopped after a half an hour, which was exactly when they stopped playing. Poor guys.
Following Ringside was the typical wait-between-sets. But apparently, no one told the assholes around us, who were bitching all the way through, saying shit like “this is ridiculous.” People: it’s a fucking show. The band’s got to set up. Have a bit of patience! It was then that I noticed the composition of the crowd had changed. Whereas before, the frat boys and drunk girls were hovering a few lines-of-people behind us, we were now encircled by them. Oh shit. Once again, I’m going to have battle for my spot. By this time, I was wedged into between Alexis and Alicja, but giant assholes were already lurking ominously. Looking around nervously, I set out a game plan – hang on the barricade no matter what. I make my stand /here/.
Then it happened. While I was busying myself with figuring how not to be pushed out, Rivers Cuomo walked onto the stage, nonchalantly picked his guitar and prepared to play. Holy shit. This is it! As the first guitar started to screeched, I was dumbfounded – no, it /can’t/ be. Oh but it is. They started the show off just like Pinkerton – with “Tired of Sex!” Maybe it was because they were playing a song I never thought they’d play, or perhaps it was because everyone just started pushing, but I think my heart skipped a beat. One by one, the hits just kept coming: “In the Garage” (unlike most people at the show, my screams that I had a Dungeon Master’s Guide and a twelve-sided die were completely truthful), “No One Else,” “Photograph”, “Getchoo”, “Buddy Holly,” “Say It Ain’t So”, and “My Name is Jonas.” For an encore, they did “Undone (The Sweater Song)” and “The Good Life.” I was floored by their song selection; six songs from Blue and three from Pinkerton was more than I could’ve hoped for. Equally good was the fact that they played /nothing/ from Maladroit (“Slob” was on the setlist, but I’m pretty sure they didn’t play it). For an hour and a half, I was in aural bliss, even though, physically, I was battling an onslaught of wanker elbows and shoulders.
After the band finished their encore, I remained pinned to the barricades for another 15 minutes, like I was for the most the show. Sweaty, exhausted, and bruised from being pushed non-stop into the metal gates, I remained in the same spot I had since the beginning (more or less). I was proud of myself. For once, I stood up for myself, and it paid off in spades. Weezer was fucking fantastic, and pleasure of watching them far out weighed the physical pain that came along with it.
NP: The Decemberists - The Legionnaire's Lament
posted by Hanson |
6:56 PM
Interlude
My Weezer review is almost done, and I'll post it after I come back from seeing The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. But for now, I'll leave with the lyrics of a Weezer song that I've been listening to incessantly -- "The Other Way," off their new album, Make Believe. I would rate this record as their best since Pinkerton. Though still not reaching the such great heights of their first two albums, it's probably better than Green, and definitely better than the suck that is Maladroit. This track, in particular, shows that Rivers has gone back to the simple proto-emo lyrics that made Pinkerton for me:
I want to help you
But I don't know how
I want to soothe you
But I can't speak out
I have may fears about rejection
I have many memories of pain
I have always been a little shy
So I'll turn and look the other way
I want to hold you
but I am afraid
I want to touch you
but I'm not that way
I have many doubts about my motives
I have many fears about my greed
I have always hurt the one that I love
So I'll turn and look the other way
Go Rivers, go Rivers! Embrace the emo-geek in you!
NP: Weezer - The Other Way
posted by Hanson |
11:23 AM
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
=W=/Fight Night
Holy bloody shit. I just came back bruised and battered from Weezer's first show in a really long time. A proper review will come later, but let me just say that despite having to battle the crowd all night, the show was wicked awesome. The song selection was incredible, with tonnes of stuff from Blue and Pinkerton, which was a (pleasant) surprise. Perhaps even more surprising was that they played /nothing/ off Maladroit -- not even "Dope Nose." I guess Rivers reads the boards or something. But yeah. Great show. I'm still aching from being pushed into the barricades all night, but it was so worth it. Just hearing the first few notes of "Tired of Sex" as the band launched into their set -- that alone was worth all the pain.
NP: (nothing)
posted by Hanson |
1:23 AM
Sunday, April 24, 2005
Spend the (Saturday) Night
So I /finally/ saw Sin City yesterday. I liked it, though admittedly, I expected more nekkidness than I got. Spoilerific comments in inviso text (highlight to view): a) No, Rory, no! First you ditch Harvard, then you become ditzy, and now you're selling out your friends? I blame it all on Jess! b) Despite note saying a word, Frodo was bloody creepy. Definitely NOT finger-licking good (but in a good way). c) I loved the spot colouring, though I hope it doesn't start a trend. It worked here, but I'm not convinced it'll work everywhere. There. Commenting done.
Yesterday was also the Donnas show. Wow. Those girls just blew the roof off the place! I enjoyed it quit a bit despite not knowing the songs off their new album, which comprised the bulk of their set. Even though they're still relatively young, they've got their game down tight. I suppose they've been doing this for years now, so it's no surprise. Brett Anderson is a total star, working the crowd like a complete pro. And my favourite Donna, Ms. Torry Castellano, was as good as I had imagined, wailing away at the kit like it had robbed her grandmother. At just over an hour, their set was on the short side, but that was expected for a Saturday show at Richard's. The crowd was great too -- with the exception of these two assholes that, for no apparent reason, just started body-checking everybody in the middle of "Take It Off." Everyone was into it -- moving, jumping, dancing, cheering -- without getting in the way of other people. Take notes, kids: that's how real people behave at non-metal shows.
The first opener for the Donnas was the Riff Randells, an all-female trio that sounds like a less perky Tuuli or, well, early Donnas, i.e. simple, up-tempo, 2-minute punk-ish rock. Their drummer is one of the cashiers at Scratch, so it was cool to see her play after buying so many tickets from her. I enjoyed them. Their sound was a perfect fit for opening up a Donnas show. The second opener was the Sights, a garage-y, blues-influenced trio from Detroit. Their set was also enjoyable, but I don't feel like saying much more than that.
Hehe. And after the Donnas show, Carlos and I headed to the casino. There was some debate as to what we wanted to do after the show (since it ended at frickin' 10), but we ended up deciding to throw some money away. I dropped a few bucks at the roulette table, but I lasted for over an hour before I lost all my chips. I even won several of my "last bets" -- winning at times when loosing means I'd be all out. Hitting that 32 I've been betting on the whole night on my supposed last spin was pretty cool. Carlos lost some at the craps table too, but Dan came away being up 30 bucks after a few good bets. So together, I think the three of us broke even, which isn't bad after being there for 3 hours.
NP: (nothing)
posted by Hanson |
11:23 PM
Saturday, April 23, 2005
More Rant than Review
I've complained about all ages shows before. Usually, it's because over-enthusiastic indie kids are, well, over-enthusiastic indie kids. But last night's Killers show made me wish I were surrounded by screeching indie kids, bitching about how much they hate Ashlee Simpson.
This time last year, The Killers were opening up medium-sized clubs for stellastarr*. In fact, I saw them on a-year-plus-two-days ago on that tour, throwing down a tight half-hour set at Richard's. Oh what a difference a year makes. Armed with a flashing sign and a totally blinged-out keyboard stand, Brandon and crew rolled into Vancouver again for two all-ages show at the shithole known as the Vogue, conquering heroes of the rock radio game.
We were going to grab some food before the show, but walking by the venue a full hour and fifteen minutes before doors, the line-up was already massive. We had no choice but to join in the line that was -- I kid you not -- primarily made up of kids decked out in the latest OC-inspired gear. All the girls looked like they were 16 and taking fashion tips from Mischa Barton while the guys were their male analogues (except showing much less cleavage). Some of these chicks were even wearing sunglasses and flip-flops inside the venue! What the fuck is that? Just standing out there, I could already see the crowd-surfing and stage-diving in my head.
And much to my dismay, I was proven right. Crowd-surfing: check. Stage-diving: check. Being pushed out to the side by shovers: check. While The Killers played a solid-if-not-spectacular set, having to deal with the Marissa-clones and their weird, sight-blocking dance moves was a bit much. Maybe I'm just getting old, but with each non-seated all-ages rock show, I hate them more and more. Ugh. I hope Snow Patrol attracts a better crowd that this.
NP: Mary Timony - Hard Times Are Hard
posted by Hanson |
5:16 PM
Thursday, April 21, 2005
Oh, Inverted Indie World
I have about 10 minutes until my download of last week's OC is done. We'll see how much of my trip to Pittsburgh I can recap in that time.
Yeah. Fighting fatigue was the theme of the trip. Due to a combination of jet lag, odd sleeping times, and unrelenting travel itinerary, I averaged about 4 hours of sleep a night -- not good since I had to be up on my feet for most of the day. While my team ("Tickle Me Emo") did fine, my personal results suffered due to the aforementioned lack of sleep. Also contributing to my low personal scoring was the fact that we had a couple of really strong players in Matt and Carlos. There was quite a bit of overlap between the three of us, and a lot of the times, I just sat back and let them take care of business. That was fine, of course. As a team player, I'd gladly give up personal results for the well-being of the time. Besides, they were much faster on the buzzer than me anyway.
One particular low-light for me was when I negged on a question about The Postal Service with The Shins. The lead-in had something to do with the first gold album for Subpop since Nirvana's Bleach, and I jumped the gun, thinking that somehow, one of the Shins albums sold more than 500K thanks to Garden State. Oh, how silly I was. I knew that Chutes Too Narrow only sold around 200K by the end of last year, and Oh, Inverted World was at about half of that. If I thought about it, I knew it couldn't have been the Shins. Not only that, I knew Give Up has been selling really well, so that'd be the natural choice. Still, my excitement got the better of me, and for some reason, the Shins were in my head at that time (probably because they just played a show in Pittsburgh the night before). So I went with it. Yeah. I don't think I'll ever live this down.
Oh look. OC done. Time to turn this thing off.
NP: (nothing)
posted by Hanson |
11:43 PM
Monday, April 18, 2005
Spent
I'm back, exhausted from a trip that had me averaging 4 hours of sleep a night. After dropping a few dollars and having quite a bit of fun, we finished in 11th place out of 36 teams, a school/country best at a national tournament. Things done besides quizbowl: Pirates game, Warhol museum, sandwiches at Primanti Brothers (twice), poker, and overall fun-having. Will post more later. Now, the bed beckons.
NP: Crooked Fingers - Call to Love
posted by Hanson |
10:11 PM
Thursday, April 14, 2005
Gone
It's 4:30am. Reasonable people are asleep, but I'm just about to leave to catch a bus to Seattle, where I'll hop on a plane to Pittsburgh. If I find a computer terminal in Pitt, I might do a post from there. Otherwise, look for a big update from me on Tuesday!
NP: (nothing)
posted by Hanson |
4:30 AM
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Top 37 of 2004: Part VIII
What? He's still doing this? Yes, and I plan to finish it up eventually. Tonight, I'll present my third favourite record from last year.
3. Tilly and the Wall: Wild Like Children
The indie rock pedigree is there: a bunch of them played on various Bright Eyes records, and their debut LP was released on Conor Oberst's Team Love label. The resulting full length was a delightful, massively hooky pop record that completely and utterly kicked my ass. Breezy and hella catchy songs, hand claps and tap shoes as percussion, shared lead vocals (two chicks and a dude), simple arrangement and instrumentation, there's just nothing about the record I didn't love. Love, I say. Not just like, but love -- so much so, I gush when I talk about them. Their style is so tailored to my tastes, you'd think I dreamt them up or something. Simple, organic pure pop played by hot chicks? Yes please! And to make them even more awesome in my eyes: this entire record is available for download on their website for free. How cool is that?
NP: Tilly and the Wall - Let It Rain
posted by Hanson |
11:54 PM
Monday, April 11, 2005
Correlating Jeff Hanson with Lowered Stress
Most of you who know me in person know that I'm easily excitable. Perhaps fewer know that I get stressed just as easily. Tonight, two of my recent stress-inducers were put to bed. First, my exam is done, and I think I did decently. I guess the weekend of studying helped! Second, I got an email confirming my tickets for the Killers have shipped. Normally, that wouldn't necessarily be that stressful, seeing that it's only the Killers. However, it's been nearly two months since I ordered them, and it's never taken this long. Also, I'm getting tickets for five other people besides myself, which also adds to the stress factor. But now I don't have to worry about those two things anymore, so yay! Now, that doesn't mean I'm stress free; on the contrary, my biggest Thing is still up in the air (hint: it involves sitting in front of the computer). It's just that now, I have fewer things to worry about, which is always good.
Speaking of work, I'm spinning four albums there right now: Spoon's Gimme Fiction, Jeff Hanson's self-titled, Garbage's Bleed Like Me, and Maria Taylor's 11:11. I love three of them, and merely like a few songs off the other one. Guess which one is the red-headed step-child? Does it help if I say that Jeff Hanson is fucking awesome, Maria Taylor has one of my favourite voices of all time, and Spoon's latest is killer?
Oh, and let me take this opportunity to talk about Jeff Hanson (I will save drooling over Maria Taylor[‘s voice] for a later post). So, a couple months back, I was driving to work, and I flicked the radio onto one of the college stations (I don't remeber if it's CiTR or CJSF). On came this high-pitched voice, singing an awesome melody behind an acoustic guitar. After a couple of verse and maybe a chorus, I thought, "damn, this chick is pretty good!" It wasn't until I heard the DJ introduce the singer as being /Jeff/ Hanson that I knew it was a dude. If you don't believe me, listen to this or this. I call bullshit on anyone who says he can tell that that's a dude without somebody telling him first.
Quirky vocals aside, Jeff's songs are really superb, and his singing is quite fitting: soft, melodic, and some would say cherubic. And he's got an awesome last name ;-) Matt calls him a less depressed Elliott Smith, and I have to agree. Coming from me, that's some high praise indeed (well, such as it is...), since I consider Elliott Smith to be one of my all-time favourites. If you're into folky singer-songwriter types (e.g. Iron & Wine, Sufjan Stevens, Elliott Smith, etc.), you should definitely check him out. You'd be doing yourself a disservice if you didn't. Go. Now! FOR FUCK’S SAKE!!
NP: Death Cab for Cutie - World Shut Your Mouth (Julian Cope cover)
posted by Hanson |
11:33 PM
Sunday, April 10, 2005
Pass the Ambrosia
Sultry: a. hot with passion or anger; b. exciting or capable of exciting strong sexual desire; c. see Ambrosia Parsley of Shivaree.
Oh boy. Where to begin. OK. I have a full day of work tomorrow, followed by a final exam at night in a course I haven't done a lot to keep up with. This weekend was suppose to rectify that; I was going to devote myself to nothing other than studying. That was before I remembered I had tickets to see Shivaree open for Clem Snide. For any lesser band, I would've been a good boy and tried to get rid of my ticket, hoping to squeeze in some more study time instead of going to a rock show. But that would mean I'd have to miss seeing Shivaree and their stunningly hot lead singer, Ms. Ambrosia Parsley. For all that's holy in this world, that I cannot do. So I made a deal with myself: studying my ass off during the day and go catch Shivaree's set at night, skipping out on Clem Snide, whom I had also wanted to see. And that was exactly what I did, and boy was I glad I went.
I got to Richard's around 8:45ish, and the play was pretty empty. Even when Ambrosia and the rest of Shivaree sauntered onto the stage a little after 9, it was still pretty empty. She kind of laughed after seeing the tiny crowd. Rainy Sundays in Vancouver don't tend to bring out the kids, but she wouldn't know that, having never played here before. I gave the loudest "woohoo" my sore throat could muster. She kind of looked at me and smiled. Hey, somebody had to.
When Ambrosia walked on stage, I was just floored by how amazingly attractive she was. Wearing a fitted pin-striped suit with pants that rode down pretty low, she looked every bit as good as her promo shots on her band's website. I mean, fuck. Just fucking. Phew. Oh yeah. Picture a taller Selma Blair -- except even hotter. The way she moved, the way she sang -- she was just sexy beyond words. She looks the way Maria Taylor sings -- simply good in the eyes of many, but elevated to dizzying height in my books.
Anyway, Ambrosia's long brown hair reminded me of a cuter, less shy Eleanor Friedberger (of the awesome awesome Fiery Furnaces), and while she didn't play frantically like Eleanor, her performance was just as engaging (well, /almost/). Breezing through material culled mainly from Shivaree's newest album, Who's Got Trouble?, she sang with two fingers of each hand tucked in her pant pockets. Her powerful voice more than compensated for her lack of stage movement, her self-described whiskey-induced stage banter adding an element of spontaneity to their set. After 45 minutes of aural and visual delight, Ambrosia and her band bid adieu, and I went home a very, /very/ happy Ho. It would've been nice to see Clem Snide too, but what I caught of the show was well worth the price of admission (and the opportunity cost of having lost study time).
On a completely unrelated note: when did Rob Thomas turn into Justin Timberlake?
NP: Maria Taylor - Two of Those Two
posted by Hanson |
11:45 PM
Saturday, April 09, 2005
No Time to Blog
I want to write about Jeff Hanson, Maria Taylor's upcoming solo album, or the Battle of/at the Metric Show whilst on this short break from studying. But alas, that would require time that I don't have. So for now, I'll leave you with this. If you ever see me getting into one of these, slap me.
NP: Jeff Hanson - Just Like Me
posted by Hanson |
8:16 PM
Thursday, April 07, 2005
Who Wants In?
I'm buying tickets for Kathleen Edwards tomorrow and MIA on Saturday, both through Ticketbastard. Let me know if you want in so we can share the bullshit online service charge. K-Ed is $17.50 (probably $24-ish after surcharges) and MIA (with LCD Soundsystem) is $25 (closer to $33-ish for real), both at the Commodore.
And as expected, the Rilo Kiley show will be at Richard's. Yay for getting super close :-)
NP: (The Daily Show)
posted by Hanson |
12:06 AM
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Random Sounds
I can't believe nobody I know will be going to Metric on Thursday! Compare that to last Thursday, when just about everyone turned out for Stars and Feist. I guess the recent glut of shows means that there's no love (or money) left for Emily and company. They are the most amazing band live, but I'll just have to be in ecstasy solo. Shame...
The Friday I'm in Pittsburgh (April 15th), the Shins will be playing a big lawn on the campus of Carnegie Mellon. Too bad I've already got tickets to see Jason Bay and the Pittsburgh Pirates, or else I would've been all over that.
I forgot to mention yesterday that Spoon is coming on June 17 (a day after I wet myself by being in the presence of the Jenny Lew). And they're playing the Commodore too. As much as I like them, that's a pretty big room for a band like Spoon...
Pitchfork gave a glowing review (re: 5-star) of "The Engine Driver", a track from the Decemberists' excellent Picaresque (almost a lock for my top five of 2005). This, after bashing a pretty good Ben Lee record. Ah, the love/hate continues...
NP: (The Daily Show)
posted by Hanson |
12:15 AM
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
This Just In
Kathleen Edwards will be playing the Commodore on June 1st! After missing her on so many different occasions, I will FINALLY get to see her!
In other show news: M.I.A. on May 10th (Commodore), Sloan and Magneta Lane on May 5th, and perhaps the Stereophonics on April 24th. The backwards counting was not intentional.
NP: (still nothing)
posted by Hanson |
12:33 AM
Stars from the Scene
Lets knock off one show quickly. So. Last Thursday was the Exclaim! magazine's 13th Anniversary show, a.k.a. an excuse to get a bunch of Canadian bands together and tour them across the country. This year's version features Stars, Feist, Apostle of Hustle, and Montag. If you're keeping track, that's 3 Broken Social Scene related bands, and last year, the line-up was Broken Social Scene itself, Raising the Fawn, and the Stills -- 2/3. Man, it's almost like BSS are the Canadian indie rock analogue of Wu-Tang...
This was the show that everyone was at. Montag was up first, being the least well-known of the foursome. He was a one-man band, twisting knobs and pressing keys while iTunes played back-up. His /music/ was quite interesting, kind of a lounge-y, lap-poppy chill thing, but his singing was pretty flat and off-key at times. Maybe he just had a bad day.
Before Apostle of Hustle came off, this wanker frat boy came pushing his way up to the front, wearing a backwards baseball cap a la Fred "My-Penis-is-the-Size-of-a-Cheeto" Durst and forcing me out of my oh-so-comfortable left-of-centre spot. He looked as if he should've been at the Velvet Revolver show happening that night instead, looking totally balls-rock-poser-y. Ass. He didn't even apologize or feign remorse, as if he were entitled to the spot. Did he stand there since the beginning? Hell no! Asswipe.
Anyway, Andrew Whiteman and the rest of Apostle of Hustle was like a mini-BSS -- great-sounding guitars and mumbly, barely memorable lyrics. Throughout their set, Feist and members of Stars would pop and stage and play various instruments. At one point, there was /3/ cowbells going. Yeah, it was as awesome as it sounds. And I would've enjoyed it even more had I not been fighting Ass for my spot. Ass.
And then Feist! Now, despite not meeting my lofty expectation of hotness (sorry Ron), her set was incredible! Playing mostly solo with an electric guitar, the double Juno winner (Best New Artist and Best Alternative Album) re-interpreted her own material like only a true artist could. None of the songs really sounded like the album versions, but all were great. I especially enjoyed the sing-along of "Mushaboom" and the vastly-different take on "Inside and Out." She played half new stuff and half old stuff, though nothing from Monarch. I would've loved to hear "One Year A.D.", as that would've been perfect with her solo set up. But alas, no. After Feist finished, I asked her for the setlist, which she politely declined to give me. I figure it was because she wanted to keep her new song titles somewhat secret since she might want to change them. Yeah, that's it.
So, despite Feist being awesome, aforementioned Ass got even more annoying. Throughout Feist's set, he and his female companion kept /bitching/, saying shit like "oh, when is this over." Apparently, Feist was not "rocking" (*insert lame devil horns hand gesture*) enough for them. And they were loud about it too. Even during quieter moments, they would talk and go blah blah blah. Fucking twats. Go beat off to internet pr0n if you're so disinterested -- don't go to a fucking indie rock show! Anyway...
Headliners Stars performed up to their usual high standards. I must've seen them 6 or 7 times -- and I've blogged about their shows almost as many times -- so I'm not going to talk too much about it. Torq -- again -- did his Thom Yorke eye-twitch thing, Amy looked as stoned as ever, and the band kicked harsh ass (though the non-Amy guitar was a bit too loud compared to the rest). So par for the course. Stars finished their encore around 1:30, so yeah, it was a long show -- a very good show though, as you would expect from some of Canada's finest.
NP: (nothing, speakers still not hooked up)
posted by Hanson |
12:19 AM
Monday, April 04, 2005
Numbers
Times seeing Sin City with your friends: 0
Times seeing Controller.Controller despite having a ticket: 0
Hours worked on the weekend: 19
Show reviews to be done: 2
Pimp-ass computers to migrate data to: 1
Days to go before seeing Emily's robot dance again: 4
NP: (nothing because speakers not hooked up yet)
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12:50 AM
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