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mamma cass sighting
surfing the bird
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Rememberings for a story sometime later about seeing the Violent Femmes
in Vail on 7/27/02 with Kelly, Amy and to a smaller extent, Cole.
Making mix cd's for the trip - one for day, one for night :: forgetting
such mix cd's :: picking up amy from her gallery :: the gallery :: angels
made of human hair and teeth :: duchamp's door :: amy's sale of 9 pieces
of art :: driving the sable to Vail :: the never-ending parking garage
with no parking available :: humidity of the parking garage :: amy's from
virginia, kelly's from virginia :: finding cole at the event not 100 feet
from where we were all sitting :: punkers, standing, obstructing our view
:: punkers breaking down the vip gates so we could get closer :: dancing
like in "my so called life" to "blister in the sun"
all the violent femmes songs, :: add it up :: amy hopping, or rather,
squeezing through the gates to go backstage :: me following :: getting
kicked out :: bs'ing with the security back stage :: amy getting signed
on her arms and leg by the entire band :: amy trying to pick up Gordon
:: :: G Love having black shoes and Black socks - like me :: giving no
respect to special sauce :: wandering to the playground :: the seesaw
:: the ten or a million slides :: swings :: learning to do the crab swung
:: walking back :: looking for hot cocoa, finding hagan daas :: finding
amazing glass scultpures :: getting ice cream instead of hot cocoa ::
talks about books on the ride home :: The Bauhaus
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