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4/12/2000
EAR PLUGS
Sorry for the lack of your usual Sunday episode. Been busy making ready for
the big party! Check out the super cool invite for a hint of whats to
come: http://www.degeneratepress.com/invite
Tuesday we headed to the Star Bar to wish good luck and bon voyagey to degenerate
ED. Shes been a regular at degenerate gatherings for years but is headed
west, much farther west than we are. We arrived early to find the joint dead
empty but by midnight the usual wall to wall booty shaking commenced with DJ
Romeo Cologne at the helm, as he has been for longer than I can recall for the
weekly funk session. The crowd has changed over the years but the songs remain
the same.
Degenerate JH sent us this report:
Headed to the Echo Lounge last night. The first band, Rutebegga, was a
strange act akin to Jucifer. They were a drum & bass duo trashing about.
They're good at what they do, but the limitations of the lineup become
apparent when the songs all start to sound pretty much the same.
The Stimulants played the best show I've seen them do in a while. I think Sue
even changed one of her guitar solos. And they threw their instruments around
at the end.
BLASPHEMY
Degenerate SHC sent us this response to the CNN report:
Hey Man,
I have a possible explanation for the lack of media interest in the military/government
presence at CNN...
Now that the Greenpeace girl has come down from the tree, there's only two people
left on Earth, one person in Georgia, and some guy in Holland, that didn't already
know who really gets to decide what you watch.
The writers just make most of this stuff up. It's a trick to keep your mind
off of taxes, and make you want to buy things. Sorry.
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