rencontres femmes 61 Walking into The Roxy, I became enveloped in the familiar wave of reverb. The floor was packed with slightly swaying people, dancing under hues of blue-gray and smoke. It was Friday night in Hollywood, the point where frantic meets freedom.
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when did you start dating your husband I’m used to this kind of crowd for The Dandy Warhols; I’ve seen it, and them, many times before. It’s a glimpse at what happened to the hippies I refer to as assholes simply because I’m jealous that they were at all the good stuff; I could envision this man 40 years prior warbling around a Hendrix concert. And these psych rock bands of my era give people like him a chance to get drunk and high and remember the good ol’ days with all the great, dead rock stars.
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vampire diaries rencontre klaus et caroline I clapped along for “We Used To Be Friends”, sang along to “Last High”, relished in Pete Holmstrom’s bow to the guitar for “Godless”, and then the show took a improvisational turn that made me realize the Roxy show would be different from the usual crowd requests and additions that past shows of theirs have had. There was the usual “Every Day Should Be A Holiday” done solo acoustic by CTT while Zia takes her potty break. Despite the aforementioned man yelling for them to do their cover of “Hells Bells” nonstop, they chose to do “Minnesoter” and “Lou Weed”. They started deviating from the setlist I could clearly see on stage, and confused me when they played an unfamiliar, presumably new song. It sounded almost familiar, and I thought perhaps it was an old B side I happened to not know. I was busy being bummed out that “And Then I Dreamt of Yes” had been skipped. I hate when I can see the setlist!
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