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I was completely bewildered when, during the 3/4-set arrival of “Plush,” a nearby group of sorority chicks suddenly got all antsy, huddling together in a secret conversation until one of them finally turned to the people next to them and said, “Oh my god, what’s this song called?" ... read more |
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So, I’m guzzling SoCo and lime shots at a local bar on Saturday when the deejay, a complete bozo and an Abercrombie polo, announces he’ll be taking requests. Goddamnit, I say to no one in particular, grimacing as I realize the free Democratic vote has given us James Buchanan, Taylor Hicks, and laws against medical marijuana ... read more |
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As a pretty serious music fan, it seems odd I’d only have eight rap songs (nine if you let me count “Hey Ya” by Outkast) on my iPod. Sure, I only have one techno song, but wide-pupiled pseudo-hippy bozos with glow sticks and stashes of ecstasy hardly wield the same cultural relevance as an entire generation of disenchanted, fast-talking urban youths ... read more |
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