A Black Feather, A poison pen...

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Weird Scenes Inside the Goldmine

Well, so much for the Doors concert.


Wasn't the timing that fucked me out of it. Unbeknownst to myself, i subconsciously wished for outrageously high ticket prices. $115 for the cheap seats?


i believe the word for that is GOD-DAMN!


i mean, yeah, i might pay that much to see them if they managed to exhume and ressurect Jim long enough to get him into concert shape, but as much as i like the band and the idea of the band, i guess they're doing like the Eagles and the Stones and only courting the baby-boomers from their original audience with the scratch to spare


at leadt the Sex Pistols were honest enough to name their reunion the "Filthy Lucre" tour.


Having now been here an hour past time to go, it is time for me to step out into the evening sun and do my partto make the world an itchy and uncomfortable place for fanatics and demagogues of every stripe.

6:20 p.m. - 2003-03-26

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