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Joined: October 2005 Posts: 5330
Location: Cicero, NY | Between Schroeder, JW and Waskel.
What a long, strange trip it's been... |
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Joined: December 2001 Posts: 10582
Location: NJ | I played at a coffee house in college at the college hall. It was in the basement. the building was a former hospitol. the basement was the site of the morgue.
spent almost every friday night there for about 6 or 7 years |
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Joined: November 2003 Posts: 11039
Location: Earth·SolarSystem·LocalInterstellarCloud·Local Bub | Originally posted by Weaser P:
Between Schroeder, JW and Waskel.
What a long, strange trip it's been... dun git no stranger n'at... |
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Joined: February 2005 Posts: 11840
Location: closely held secret | Wer it gud fer you? |
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Joined: January 2006 Posts: 2120
Location: Chicago | Cool that you know the place, Randy. As for stairwells, I can appreciate why Page put Bonzo in one for "When the Levy Breaks": just monster sound! |
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Joined: July 2003 Posts: 3111
Location: Nashville TN. | In a bar that lost power....
The show went on!!!
Good thing they had cheesy candles on the tables. |
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Joined: July 2003 Posts: 3111
Location: Nashville TN. | Originally posted by alpep:
I played at a coffee house in college at the college hall. It was in the basement. the building was a former hospitol. the basement was the site of the morgue.
spent almost every friday night there for about 6 or 7 years A morgue????
Bet the Goth Chicks loved it!! |
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Joined: November 2007 Posts: 24
Location: indianapolis | Well, to continue Beggin Jim, as the storm came blasting in, all the boats started for cover, except, of course, the ancient paddlewheeler. First guy to jump ship and scram was the guy who piloted it out there! We started throwing gear down to the lower deck, knowing we're going to die with this monster headed directly for us.
Lots of booze, gallows humor, and resignation until we watched this storm actually pause like it was staring at us, then it turned and I swear, chased the boats that were running away. The funnel went right across the lake and slammed into some condos and all we ended up getting was drunk.
Of course, the "captain" came back and the drummer kicked his ass. Every 4th of July, I get at least four phone calls from my fellow "survivors" around the country.
AAAHH, precious memories... |
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