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Memphis Gaydar News

Cherry’s Femme Fatale Party

This month’s Cherry party, billed as a “lezzie shindig,” has a Femme Fatale theme celebrating “all the bad girls that make life worth living,” according to host Julie Wheeler.

They’ll have the usual burlesque and drag show, but this time, there will also be a belly dancing performance. The party starts at 8:30 p.m. on Saturday, March 28th, at Earnestine & Hazel’s.

The show will star the current reigning Miss American National Star Jade Porchett (of RuPaul’s Drag Race fame), plus drag performers Shannon “WillRyder” Herrada and Akasha Cassadine. The burlesque performance will include a Cherry debut by Fatima Fox. The belly dancers will be from Pyramid Dancers. There will be live music by Gina Sposto, and as always, Cherry will be hosted by singer/comedian Wheeler, who just returned from LGBTComedyfest in Michigan.

Since Earnestine & Hazel’s only sells beer, guests are invited to BYOB for free. But beer and set-ups will be sold.

There will be two shows, and they begin at 9:30 and 11 p.m. Tickets are $10 for general admission and $20 for VIP.

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Intermission Impossible Theater

Russian Roulette: “The Seagull” Soars at Playhouse on the Square.

The Seagull is a special kind of balancing act and a proving ground for actors and directors alike. It’s functionally a comedy but it’s got a dark side. And for being as old as dirt is still feels progressive, even a little edgy. When Masha declares “I am in mourning for my life” only a few lines into the play, it can bring the house down laughing. Only she means every word. And so it goes with Anton Chekhov’s bleak knee-slapper about an aging actress, her lover the philandering author, her son the struggling young artist, reluctant horses, the spirit of humanity, and various other friends, employees and family relations all perched somewhere between disappointment and death. Every giddy note is rooted in sensuality and laced with sorrow. Every tragic strain an excuse for wit and whimsy. On an epically-imagined set that faintly echoes POTS’ Angels in America, director Irene Crist and her first rate company of character actors negotiate a dramatic obstacle course to find exactly the right balance. The result is a fast-paced, bittersweet revival of a modern classic that, in its most darkly absurd moments, could be mistaken for a farce by Eugene Ionesco.

Russian Roulette: ‘The Seagull’ Soars at Playhouse on the Square.

Don’t let my brevity fool you, I think this Seagull soars. 

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Politics Politics Beat Blog

Harris, Kelsey in Twitter Debate

State Senators Harris and Kelsey

It had to happen, and it’s probably a good thing. The two least bashful members of the Tennessee General Assembly, Democratic state Senate leader Lee Harris and Republican state Senator Brian Kelsey arranged to hold a “twitter debate” at noon today on subjects ranging from Insure Tennessee to school vouchers to guns issuers and racial profiling.

“To follow along,” one needs only to select either @LeeHarris4MTOWN OR @BrianKelsey.

Says the news release, from the office of the Senate Democratic Caucus: “Each Senator will pose two questions each and engage each other for about five minutes on each topic. They will not retweet or respond to other followers to keep the format simple.”

We’re not making this up.

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Film Features Film/TV

Time Warp Drive-In: It Came From The Drive-In

The Summer Drive-In was built by Malco Theaters in 1950, on the cusp of the country’s big drive-in theater boom. At the height of their popularity, there were more than 4,000 drive-ins all over the country, comprising more than one quarter of all movies screens. Now, that figure is at 1.5 percent.

But the lost pleasures of the drive-in are not lost on Memphis filmmaker Mike McCarthy and Black Lodge Video proprietor Matt Martin, who, last year, started the monthly Time Warp Drive-In series, which brings classic films, both well-known and obscure, back to the biggest screens.

“We were accepted by a large part of the Memphis community,” says McCarthy. “[Malco Theatres Executive VP] Jimmy Tashie took a chance at, not only saving the drive-in, but plugging a program in that would use the drive-in for what its American function used to be.”

The eight-month series will once again run four-movie programs, once a month, each united by a theme, ranging from the deliciously schlocky to the seriously artsy. Last year’s most popular program was the Stanley Kubrick marathon, which ended as the sun came up. “Who says the drive-in is anti-intellectual?” McCarthy says.

The appeal of the drive-in is both backward- and forward-looking. The atmosphere at the Time Warp Drive-In events is relaxed and social. People are free to sit in their cars and watch the movie or roam around and say hi to their friends. It’s the classic film version of tailgating. “Matt from Black Lodge brought this up: It’s a kind of social experiment, like America is in general. It’s getting back to turntables and vinyl. Maybe it’s not celluloid, but it’s celluloid-like. You didn’t get to see that, because you weren’t born. But you can go back to that. It takes a handful of people who believe to make it happen. And that’s why Malco has been around for 100 years. They’ll take that chance.”

Malco’s Film VP Jeff Kaufman worked hard to find and book the sometimes-obscure films that Martin and McCarthy want to program. “I think we’ve got the material, and we’re trying to get things that people want to see, while kind of playing it a little dangerous around the edges,” McCarthy says. “This Saturday’s totally kid-friendly. We make a conscious attempt to show the kid-friendly stuff first, so people can come out with their kids.”

The series takes its name from the most famous song from The Rocky Horror Picture Show, so the opening program is, appropriately, movies that were mentioned in the show’s opening number, “Science Fiction Double Feature,” that also appeared on Memphis’ legendary horror host Sivad’s long-running Fantastic Features program. “We’re showing what many people believe to be the greatest film of all time, the 1933 version of King Kong,” McCarthy says. “It’s not the worst film of all time, which is the 1976 version of King Kong.

The granddaddy of the horror/sci-fi special effects spectacle films, King Kong has lost none of its power. It’s concise, imaginative, and best experienced with a crowd. The evening’s second film comes from 20 years later. It Came from Outer Space is based on a story by sci-fi legend Ray Bradbury and was prime drive-in fare. It features shape-shifting aliens years before Invasion of the Body Snatchers, 3D imagery from the original golden age of 3D, and a twisted take on the alien invasion formula.

It Came From Outer Space

The third film, When Worlds Collide, was made in 1951, but it doesn’t fit the mold of the sci-fi monster movie. Produced by George Pal, whose credits include the original film takes on War of the Worlds and The Time Machine, the film asks what would happen if scientists discover that Earth was doomed to destruction by a rogue planet, presaging Lars Von Trier’s 2011 Melancholia.

The evening closes with The Invisible Man, starring Claude Rains as the title scientist who throws off social constraints after rendering himself transparent. Directed by Frankenstein auteur James Whale, the film has been recognized as an all-time classic by the Library of Congress’ National Film Registry and will richly reward intrepid viewers who stay at the drive-in all night long.

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Calling the Bluff Music

Throwback Thursday: Lil Lody Talks Sister’s Death, Being Sued by Juicy J and Project Pat

After creating my blog Calling the Bluff in 2012, the first artist I interviewed was rapper/producer Lil Lody.

In September of that year, the North Memphis-bred talent came to the Flyer‘s headquarters and chopped it up with me. During the interview, Lody talked about everything from his introduction to music to dream collaborations.

But something that really stood out was when he opened up about losing his sister in a fatal car crash, and also being sued by Project Pat and Juicy J. 

Check out the excerpt from the interview where he touches on both topics below. 

On your latest mixtape, Foolish, you touch on some personal topics, primarily in the song “Foolish.” One of them is losing your 10-year-old sister a few years ago. Can you elaborate on this?

It happened on December 28th, three days after Christmas. She was in a car wreck. She was on her way home from the skating rink in the car with some more people. As they were getting ready to turn, a police officer was coming fast down Jackson. He tried to hurry up and turn the lights on, but it was too late. They were in the turning lane. They had their turning signal on, and the police car just hit them. Boom! The car flipped multiple times. She flew out of the car. We couldn’t even find her.

By the time we did find her, she was still alive, but they said her brain was dead. She was pretty much gone when we got there. They tried to put her on machines and stuff, but she wasn’t responsive. It fucked me up mentally and physically. I’m past all of that. I feel like death is something that’s going to come. Nobody can run from it, and you can’t change it when a person dies.

In “Foolish,” you also mention being signed to D. Brady Entertainment, a record label founded by Project Pat and Juicy J, and subsequently being sued by them. How did that happen?

When I deal with people, I don’t deal with people on a business level. I deal with people on a more personal level first, then we can get into business. When I did the agreement with them [signing to D. Brady Entertainment], they promised me a lot of stuff. They told me, ‘You should sign with us. We’re going to do this for you. We’re going to get that.’ But when they brought me into the picture, it basically wasn’t that. They were just trying to use me to get beats. I kept telling them, ‘I’m a rapper. I was a rapper first.’ They were hearing me, but they weren’t hearing me. They signed me as an artist. That’s what the contractual agreement was about. The beats didn’t have anything to do with it. They wanted me to be a rapper, come out with an album and all that. If you look in one of the albums’ artwork they put out during that time, you’ll see my name, ‘Coming soon, Lil Lody.’

I was seeing that they weren’t fucking with me, but I was still making moves. One day, I just called them and told them I wanted to get out of the contract. I told them, ‘I don’t feel like anything moved for me. Y’all are not keeping your promises. Y’all have breached the contract because y’all haven’t done anything that y’all said y’all were going to do. Y’all haven’t given me an advance. Y’all haven’t given me any money. Y’all haven’t done anything but bought a few beats from me.’ I was giving them, like, 10 to 15 beats for $1,500 to $2,000. I know that they’ll never tell you anything like that, but I will. I can’t sugarcoat anything. 

I ended up meeting [Young] Jeezy. We vibed off the rip. As soon as the “Ballin” song dropped, Def Jam gets a letter from D. Brady. I asked them why they’re suing me, and they said basically because I was signed to them as an artist, and they feel like they helped me blow up. I was only messing with Jeezy on a producer level. They had me signed as an artist. I was trying to understand how they could do that. But really they had me locked all the way around where I couldn’t do anything like that without their permission. I fought the case. They were asking for $250,000 at first. My lawyers broke them down, and they couldn’t show any proof of where they gave me $250,000. They couldn’t show any proof that they gave me any advance or anything, so they had to end up settling for $50,000. I gave it to them to keep it moving with my career.

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7 Arrested in West Tennessee on Federal Drug Charges

After a year-long investigation, law enforcement arrested seven Dyer County residents on federal drug trafficking charges this morning.

The charges stem from the defendants’ alleged participation in a conspiracy to possess with intent to distribute ice and methamphetamine.

The seven individuals apprehended during the early morning round-up include: 

•Miracle Pounds, 36, of Dyer County (already in state custody)
•Brian Whitt, 37, of Dyer County
•Robert Troy Anderson, 48, of Dyer County
•Christopher Dean, 40, of Dyer County (already in state custody)
•Amy Junior, 42, of Dyer County
•Nicholas Patterson, 42, of Dyer County
•Jonathan Murphy, 37, of Dyer County (already in state custody)

During the year-long investigation, law enforcement seized illicit narcotics, U.S. currency, firearms, and drug paraphernalia.

“Over the last several years, we have seen an increase in the number of cases involving ice, a highly toxic and dangerous substance,” said U.S. Attorney Edward Stanton in a statement. “Ingestion of ice, which is methamphetamine with at least 80% purity, and crystal meth causes profound and almost immediate physical, mental and emotional consequences, while the production process can also be deadly. This case demonstrates our commitment to ridding West Tennessee of this menace.”

A task force composed of agents from the DEA, FBI, and U.S. Marshals Service, and law enforcement officials with the Dyer County Sheriff’s Department, Dyersburg Police Department, Tennessee Bureau of Investigation and the Tennessee Highway Patrol made the arrests. 

Illegal drug distribution appears to be a growing issue in Dyer County. 

In January, 13 Dyer County residents were indicted on federal drug trafficking violations. The indictments stem from the selling, manufacturing, and distributing of powder cocaine, crack cocaine, and marijuana, as well as the unlawful possession of ammunition by convicted felons.

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Intermission Impossible Theater

Blood Ritual: “King Hedley II” is an All-American Tragedy

August Wilson’s King Hedley II is a patience-testing tragedy as fascinating as it is frustrating. The three hour play has a disconcerting lack of focus even by Wilson’s own meandering standards. Portions of the script will confound audiences not familiar with the playwright’s earlier work. It also contains some of the Pittsburgh poet’s most soaring language and searing imagery. Wilson was ahead of his time, digging deep and exploring ideas related to market segregation, mass incarceration, and (awkwardly) gun proliferation. Time has been uncommonly kind to King Hedley, a play set in the 1980’s, in the moment before crack and the subsequent War on Drugs pulverized the poorest urban communities. For all of its structural shortcomings, it’s probably a better play today than it was when it opened.

The penultimate entry in Wilson’s Pittsburgh cycle opens with an incantation. Evil omens abound. Aunt Ester, the neighborhood’s magical matriarch dies at the age of 366. Stool-Pigeon, a “Truth sayer” (expertly portrayed by Jonathan WIlliams) divines the future from yesterday’s newspapers. Meanwhile, the play’s doomed title character kneels on a broken sidewalk, burying seeds in a crumbling patch of gravel and dust that he savagely defends: “This is good dirt.” It’s a picture ripped from Sophocles. It couldn’t be more modern or more contemporary American.

King Hedley is ferociously portrayed by a brooding and volatile Ekundayo Bandele. He doesn’t know beans about dirt, but he knows a little something about planting things. King’s fresh out of jail, having spent the past seven years behind bars for burying a man who slighted him; robbing a little boy of his daddy in the process. He aims to go straight too after he sells enough stolen refrigerators to open a video store. Yes, a video store. And yes, the pathos is thick and darkly funny, providing the audience with a nifty object lesson in the ways a play can change as it moves through time. From our perspective, Wilson’s Reagan-era story seems even more cruelly fatalistic than it was at the beginning of its theatrical life. In 2001 video shops were a declining but still a viable business. There was a faint glimmer of hope that even in this barren landscape fertilized with blood, something of lasting value might grow.

Director Erma Elzy gets solid if overly cinematic performances from Mary Ann Washington and David Muskin as Ruby, King’s absentee mother, and her slick, dice-throwing beau Elmore. Ruby’s a retired nightclub singer stuck in the past and trying to assert herself into her son’s life. Like King, Elmore’s got blood on his hands, and time in his past. But he also has luck, some common sense, and more than a little style.

Steven Fox’s Mister is a sympathetic, somewhat clownish reflection of King, his old buddy/partner in crime. He and Williams are responsible for most of the show’s real laughs, the best of which are uncomfortable. The real star of this shooting match is Ekundayo Bandele’s fantastically detailed set. It’s a stunning urban still life, populated with litter, wreathed in decrepitude and decay. It’s Pittsburgh for sure, but it could just as easily be South Memphis.

Bandele is the founding director, heart and soul of the Hattiloo Theatre, and he’s proven himself to be a capable performer, author, designer, and rainmaker. Hedley is his best on stage performance since he played Booth in a 2008 production of Suzan-Lori Parks’ Pulitzer Prize winning Topdog/Underdog. 

For all of its goodness and grandeur, the script is structurally all over the place. As a result, it’s hard to imagine that even a perfect production of King Hedley II could build very much momentum. The play’s odd misfire ending is also in serious need of better framing.  But since its founding, the Hattiloo has shown a steadfast commitment to staging the complete works of August Wilson. It’s a notable undertaking and this is easily one of the still-young company’s best all around efforts.   

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Film/TV Film/TV/Etc. Blog

John Waters’ Rich, Warped Pageant

Is anyone having more fun than John Waters? Having spent nearly a half-century fighting against “the tyranny of good taste,” the cult filmmaker, actor, writer and artist has managed to earn fame and respect of the fully above-ground variety without losing any of his subversive sensibilities: last year, the Lincoln Center celebrated Waters’ career with a retrospective, “50 Years of John Waters: How Much Can You Take?” and he recently received a Grammy nod for the audiobook of his bestselling “hitchhiking memoir,” Carsick.

At 68, Waters’ appetite for the absurd has hardly abated. He still enjoys refracting American culture through his own funhouse mirror. For example, in his latest solo art exhibit, Beverly Hills John, the title piece is a photo illustration of Waters with a hideous facelift.

“I’m still interested in human behavior that I can’t understand,” Waters said during a recent phone interview from his home in Baltimore. “I’ve always been interested in people who have lives more extreme than I do.”

Waters is equal parts curious and generous about people living on the edge – even when, or maybe especially when, they’re in the middle of nowhere. “If I ever hear another elitist jerk use the term flyover people, I’ll punch him in the mouth,” Waters writes in “Carsick.” “My riders were brave and open-minded, and their down-to-earth kindness gave me new faith in how decent Americans can be.”

In his first-ever Mississippi appearance, Waters will close out the Sarah Isom Student Gender Conference this Saturday with a performance of his one-man show, “This Filthy World: Filthier and Dirtier.”

“I’m so excited to be doing this with the gender studies department,” Waters said, adding with uncharacteristic understatement, “I’m a huge feminist.”

You seem like you have a genuine appreciation for American regionalism. Do you think of Baltimore as being Southern?

Yes. I think of it as more southern than northern. I think I joked once that Baltimore is because everybody was moving to the North from the South and they ran out of gas.

Did I identify as Southern? No. I identified with Yippies, and punks, and juvenile delinquents. I didn’t identify geographically. But with Baltimore itself, I most certainly did identify. Everything I was about, in a way, was reflecting that.

Baltimore has very much changed – I don’t think Baltimore has an inferiority complex at all anymore. Not because of me. For many reasons. It’s still a city where they’re not impressed by anything. They never ask me, “What’s Johnny Depp like?” They don’t care.

You’ve never been to Mississippi before — what’s the first thing that comes to mind when you think of Mississippi?

Freedom Fighters. I was in high school then, and I remember being so impressed with all those college kids getting on those buses and going to the South. I’ve been through the South now, and it’s radically different. It’s almost like they really have tried hard to make up for it! But then you see something like what happened last week [at University of Oklahoma] with the fraternity brothers screaming racist songs, and you think, maybe nothing has changed.

The scarier thing, I think, is a racist who’s still racist but they don’t say it out loud. They are more dangerous than the Ku Klux Klan, because they get in power…The ones who are the closet liberals—no, fake liberals—who know that it’s politically incorrect to say that stuff, but they still think it, they’re the scary ones.

The solution to all racism, I think, is travel. Because you can’t be a racist and travel. I know I’d have a hard time selling that to the courts as punishment for a hate crime—“You are sentenced to three months in Europe!” It’ll never get proven. But I know I’m right.

You’ve said that the reason you wanted to hitchhike across the country was because you’re not on social media, and this would be a good way to meet people.

I’m on my computer all day long, it’s not like I’m a luddite. I’m not on Facebook because I work 10 hours a day, and I’m not bleeding my material. I put that in a book where you have to buy it — I’m not giving away my good jokes.

And I have enough friends. I don’t want new friends. I want to be harder to reach.

You wrote in Carsick about what a challenge it was for you to decide to do something so risky, where you had to give up control. Do you think people would be surprised to learn how regimented you are in how you approach your work?

I don’t know that people would be surprised. I think in the beginning of my career they thought, yes, I took dope and lived in a trailer, which maybe I did. But they thought my movies were how I lived my life. None of us were like that at all. We were playing parts.

I don’t think, anymore, people think that. I think people generally understand me. I’m hardly a misunderstood artist who’s gonna cut off my ear. I’ve been doing this for 50 years. So, I think I am understood. Nobody gets mad at what I say anymore, no matter what I say.

I’m not mean. I don’t get busted anymore. Well, still the MPAA gave me an NC-17 rating for my last movie…so still that was a hassle, the same old thing.

What astounds me is parents now come to my shows with their angry fucking kids as a last-ditch effort to bond, and I find that very moving. I don’t know if it works.

I wouldn’t want to sit next to my mother during the show…I think it’s a very uncomfortable show to sit through with your parents. But people have changed—people are much more open about everything. But I still think it would be difficult to sit next to my mom, if she were still alive, and have her hear my whole show.

You’re a voracious reader and writer – you said in your book Role Models that “being rich is the freedom to buy any book you want without looking at the price and wondering if you could afford it.”

There’s two things I think being rich is: It’s being able to buy every book without looking at the price, and never being around assholes. And I have worked that out. I am NEVER around assholes. And that’s rich.

How did you work that last part out?

It took me years to figure out how to do that. Slowly. It’s a slow process.

But you do it by making your own rules and being successful enough that you don’t have to deal with people who want to stop you. And by choosing where you go, and doing research, and knowing how to stay in a life that is what you want.

I always wanted bohemia. But I realized a long time ago that the only way left for me is to be an insider, not an outsider anymore. Because everybody now wants to be an outsider. I’ve switched. When I was young, nobody said they wanted to be an outsider—that was a dirty word!

But today, every single person thinks they’re an outsider. So now I want to say, “I’m in power.” That’s the only perverse thing I have left.

Waters will perform his one-man show, “This Filthy World,” at the Gertrude C. Ford Center at the University of Mississippi on Saturday, March 28th at 7:00 p.m.
Tickets are free and available through the UM Box Office. Call: 662-915-7411

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Memphis Gaydar News

“Love Doesn’t Hurt” Benefit

The Shelby County Family Safety Center has a special emergency fund for victims of same-sex domestic violence, and this weekend, the organizers of the “Love Doesn’t Hurt” fund will be holding its third annual benefit event. It will be held on Friday, March 27th at Club Spectrum at 7:30 p.m.

The benefit includes live entertainment and guest speakers from the district attorney’s office, as well as speeches from victims of domestic violence. The cover charge is $7.

Funds raised this weekend will be used for LGBT victims of domestic violence to provide emergency shelter, transportation, food, clothing, and relocation. In 2012, Phyllis Lewis, a domestic violence witness coordinator for the Shelby County District Attorney’s Office, started the “Love Doesn’t Hurt” fund.

“In the first case we dealt with, the person had completely left the home and needed somewhere to go,” Lewis said. “We housed that person in a hotel for a week, and then they decided they wanted to leave Memphis. So we helped that person get out of town. We want them safe from violence. The last thing we need is another homicide.”

They also collect hygiene products to hand out to victims.

“When you’re running from your wife, you’re not going to think about grabbing some deodorant,” Lewis said.

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Music Music Blog

Weekend Roundup Part 11

Dead Soldiers will be playing new material this Sunday at Bar DKDC.

There are a TON of bands playing around town this weekend, so here are ten shows you definitely do not want to miss. The tournament might be on TV, but take some time away from the tube and support local music!

FRIDAY, MARCH 27TH.
Hope Clayburn, Zigadoo Moneyclips, 9:00 p.m. at the Hi-Tone, $7.00.

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J. Roddy Walston and the Business, The Weeks, Sleepwalkers, 8:00 p.m. at Minglewood Hall, $15.00-$17.00.

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Drivin’ N’ Cryin’, The Blackfoot Gypsies, 8:00 p.m at the 1884 Lounge, $15.00-$17.00.

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Losers Way Home, Jeff Maxwell, Drew and Ellen Story, 8:00 p.m. at Otherlands, $7.00.

SATURDAY, MARCH 28TH.
Amy LaVere, Will Sexton and Alicja Pop, 6:00 p.m. at the Harbor Town Amphitheater, $5.00. 

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WormReich, Epoch of Unlight, Sivad, Process of Suffocation, Entrenched Defilement, 8:00 p.m. at The Buccaneer Lounge, $7.00.

Bored Lord, SpookyLi, The Deathless, The Pop Ritual, Pillow Talk, Buttmaster, 8:00 p.m. at Carcosa, $5.00. 

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Devil Train, 8:00 p.m. at the Young Avenue Deli, $5.00.

SUNDAY, MARCH 29TH.
YOB, Witch Mountain, Powers That Be, 9:00 p.m. at the Hi-Tone, $12.00-$15.00.

Dead Soldiers, 9:00 p.m. at Bar DKDC, $5.00.

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