Entropy Press Political Episode

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knowing that band reviews are generally just an excuse for people who write for shitty little zines to get on the guest list and avoid the cover, we've decided to forgo the political bullshit and cut to the chase. here's what you really need to know before you go to a show: who else will be there and do you actually want to hang around them? < however, we will still graciously accept gifts, bribes, or otherwise from any source for a positive review. >

band/venue vital statistics what to wear drug of choice most commonly overheard phrase characters to watch out for is it cool to dance? sex: can you pick up?

letters to cleo
hempfest in boston common emerson kids, and kids from the suburbs who want to go to emerson. < emerson = expensive, liberal arts college on the common in boston > no one was over 25 < except this reviewer > girls: flowery little girl dresses or those funky baby-doll tee-shirts that show off your naval piercing. guys: baseball caps and tattoos. no dr. seuss hats, thank god. that's only for the ten year olds now. pot pot pot. and more pot. this was a hempfest after all. but you had to bring your own ... everyone was being all furtive and shit and not sharing. "got any?" the chick at the unabomber for president table. we think this is the same one who was recently written up in the boston globe and newsweek. she's cool. only in the pit, and it was stupid there. some kids were crowd-surfing. seemed like the kind of pit where you'd fall and get kicked. not that it was violent - only ambivalent. yeah. definitely. but only if you had weed and red hot chili peppers tattoos on your arms if you were a guy, or one of those baby-doll shirts if you were a girl.

stevie nicks
classic rock radio station concert on boston common yuppie-age, but not yuppies. harley davidsons and pick-up trucks. habitual tv viewers unused to crowds. also present at eagles reunion, but not at tommy on broadway. guys should avoid all black (unless it's leather) girls should avoid all white. denim is the word for the day. girls - give thought to your shoes: it's either flats or fringed boots. domestic lite beer in a bottle, smuggled in, or a flask of something. not too many people high. "play `gold dust woman'" middle-aged, used-looking biker chicks with dark roots, and young gypsy-chicks who dragged their boyfriends there against their will only if you're a girl, and then, like you're a witch around the caldron. it's all about doing funky things with your hands in the air. you wouldn't want to. unless you drink alot of whatever's in those flasks. everybody was paired up, anyway.

inhale mary
mamakin mid to late twenties college educated or still in school. average income: probably nominal...remember these people went to college, so everyone is bussing tables and the like. jeans and a funky shirt with a pair of chuck taylors...pretty casual, but don't forget your black fingernail polish! alcohol and of course pot as the name suggests. "wow!" and "cool...a dry ice machine!" the long haired led zepplin lovin' bong tokkin' guy groovin' up front, and "dave", the guy with the mailing list, selling cds. hell yeah! but chances are you'll be too impressed to move, especially if enjoying the aforementioned drugs of choice. most people i met there were tewnty something livin' together couples...but keep trying and eventually you'll score!

skingame
axis completely across the board, though mostly between 25 and 35 years of age. anything goes! the most completely mixed crowd i've seen in a long time...everything from gap wear and white baseball hats to patent leather pants to basic bike courier duds. alcohol. chances are you could probably sneak out and puff a skinny fatty with someone. "who's the little chick with the back pack?" and "somebody in this band must work at wurlitzer's" the little chick in the tight jeans, high heels, sportin' one of those little purse/backpacks. she'll be up front doing some deep knee bends. si y no. you'll probably want to really start movin' around, however, the high heeled, back pack wearin', butt wigglin' brigade pretty much holds the floor and encumbers any serious flailing movements. i would imagine so...a nice variety of meat to choose from...something to suit any taste.

soul coughing
the paradise 17 to thirty something, but mostly a younger internet savy / gets their news from MTV type crowd. try and look like you drove a skateboard to the show and you'll fit right in...used clothing was tre chic...anything from that MTV house of style / hip hop genre. sketchers and vans are a must for foot wear. cigarettes by far! with maybe a dabbling of ecstasy and/or pot. however a reference to heroin was made by the lead singer during the show and the crowd went wild...i'm pretty sure that there wasn't much of that on hand...the kids screaming probably saw pulp fiction or something "check out the two wasted little girls up front!" and "what's the story with that blue print of the brain the lead singer had with him during the encore?" < why it's entropy press's the mental episode of course! > the groupies...that's right! for as goofy looking as these guys are, they sure have a devoted and adoring following...it will not cease to amaze you! watch! as the various factions of groupies get catty with each other because each claims to have know so and so longer! what fun! way cool! and you'll want to too! if only you could find the space to shake your booty...chances are the show will be packed. the crowd at this show was way into the performance...not too much picking up to be done in the club itself, maybe later at mcdonalds though?!

toxic narcotic
the rat little kids to big kids...seriously, if it is an all ages show you can expect quite a few youngsters. however, at a "regular" show the average age is twenty something with an average income of "enough to buy beer". dress down...way down, that is unless of course you consider yourself a punk, then dress up! go nuts! drink. drink .drink! drink some more! and por su puesto marijuana...quite frankly you could be fucked up on anything and fit right in. "where's bill?" oh christ! where do you start? everyone here is a character !! sure! it's a pretty amicable pit...if you fall over, someone usually lends you a hand... you should remember to return the favor if you inadvertently knock someone over while marching around stabbing the air with your fists...this is not to say you won't leave the show without torn jeans or a bloodied nose...it's all clean fun! if you're a girl: basically you just have to be able to ambulate and you'll have at least 12 seemingly sex starved guys pawing at you.
if you're a boy: unfortunately the crowd is mostly male, however, there are plenty of apparently willing or at least really drunk chicks to be had...just keep swinging eventually you'll hit!

the pills
tt’s twenty-somethings who are fans, and others who just hang out at tt’s preppy, funky, it don’t matter. and if you look good enough, you can always go to the middle east around the corner. beer. ‘nuff said. "we’ll be taking a short break while we fix this broken string/strap/pedal/ etc." dancin’ eric. this guy is fuckin’ nuts, and that’s why you’ll love him. you haven’t seen a goofy white guy dancing until you’ve seen dancin’ eric. you’ve also never seen someone having so much fun dancing. if you’re willing to start it. the tt’s crowd doesn’t dance much. and if you get too close to dancin’ eric you are risking serious physical injury. but go ahead and try -- grab a partner and swing around. my roommate picked up at a pills show in a different venue. of course, that was a drag bar and he came and asked me if i thought it was really a girl, but it obviously was -- she had the types of flaws you only have if you’re the real thing. which isn’t to say she wasn’t hot -- she was cool -- i liked her. but it didn’t work out between them. so -- like with anything else -- it’s up to you.

band/venue	vital statistics	what to wear	drug of choice	most commonly overheard phrase	characters to watch out for	is it cool to dance?	sex: can you pick up?
letters to cleo hempfest in boston common	emerson kids, and kids from the suburbs who want to go to emerson. < emerson = expensive, liberal arts college on the common in boston > no one was over 25 < except this reviewer >	girls: flowery little girl dresses or those funky baby-doll tee-shirts that show off your naval piercing. guys: baseball caps and tattoos. no dr. seuss hats, thank god. that's only for the ten year olds now.	pot pot pot. and more pot. this was a hempfest after all. but you had to bring your own ... everyone was being all furtive and shit and not sharing.	"got any?"	the chick at the unabomber for president table. we think this is the same one who was recently written up in the boston globe and newsweek. she's cool.	only in the pit, and it was stupid there. some kids were crowd-surfing. seemed like the kind of pit where you'd fall and get kicked. not that it was violent - only ambivalent.	yeah. definitely. but only if you had weed and red hot chili peppers tattoos on your arms if you were a guy, or one of those baby-doll shirts if you were a girl.
stevie nicks classic rock radio station concert on boston common	yuppie-age, but not yuppies. harley davidsons and pick-up trucks. habitual tv viewers unused to crowds. also present at eagles reunion, but not at tommy on broadway.	guys should avoid all black (unless it's leather) girls should avoid all white. denim is the word for the day. girls - give thought to your shoes: it's either flats or fringed boots.	domestic lite beer in a bottle, smuggled in, or a flask of something. not too many people high.	"play `gold dust woman'"	middle-aged, used-looking biker chicks with dark roots, and young gypsy-chicks who dragged their boyfriends there against their will	only if you're a girl, and then, like you're a witch around the caldron. it's all about doing funky things with your hands in the air.	you wouldn't want to. unless you drink alot of whatever's in those flasks. everybody was paired up, anyway.
inhale mary mamakin	mid to late twenties college educated or still in school. average income: probably nominal...remember these people went to college, so everyone is bussing tables and the like.	jeans and a funky shirt with a pair of chuck taylors...pretty casual, but don't forget your black fingernail polish!	alcohol and of course pot as the name suggests.	"wow!" and "cool...a dry ice machine!"	the long haired led zepplin lovin' bong tokkin' guy groovin' up front, and "dave", the guy with the mailing list, selling cds.	hell yeah! but chances are you'll be too impressed to move, especially if enjoying the aforementioned drugs of choice.	most people i met there were tewnty something livin' together couples...but keep trying and eventually you'll score!
skingame axis	completely across the board, though mostly between 25 and 35 years of age.	anything goes! the most completely mixed crowd i've seen in a long time...everything from gap wear and white baseball hats to patent leather pants to basic bike courier duds.	alcohol. chances are you could probably sneak out and puff a skinny fatty with someone.	"who's the little chick with the back pack?" and "somebody in this band must work at wurlitzer's"	the little chick in the tight jeans, high heels, sportin' one of those little purse/backpacks. she'll be up front doing some deep knee bends.	si y no. you'll probably want to really start movin' around, however, the high heeled, back pack wearin', butt wigglin' brigade pretty much holds the floor and encumbers any serious flailing movements.	i would imagine so...a nice variety of meat to choose from...something to suit any taste.
soul coughing the paradise	17 to thirty something, but mostly a younger internet savy / gets their news from MTV type crowd.	try and look like you drove a skateboard to the show and you'll fit right in...used clothing was tre chic...anything from that MTV house of style / hip hop genre. sketchers and vans are a must for foot wear.	cigarettes by far! with maybe a dabbling of ecstasy and/or pot. however a reference to heroin was made by the lead singer during the show and the crowd went wild...i'm pretty sure that there wasn't much of that on hand...the kids screaming probably saw pulp fiction or something	"check out the two wasted little girls up front!" and "what's the story with that blue print of the brain the lead singer had with him during the encore?" < why it's entropy press's the mental episode of course! >	the groupies...that's right! for as goofy looking as these guys are, they sure have a devoted and adoring following...it will not cease to amaze you! watch! as the various factions of groupies get catty with each other because each claims to have know so and so longer! what fun!	way cool! and you'll want to too! if only you could find the space to shake your booty...chances are the show will be packed.	the crowd at this show was way into the performance...not too much picking up to be done in the club itself, maybe later at mcdonalds though?!
toxic narcotic the rat	little kids to big kids...seriously, if it is an all ages show you can expect quite a few youngsters. however, at a "regular" show the average age is twenty something with an average income of "enough to buy beer".	dress down...way down, that is unless of course you consider yourself a punk, then dress up! go nuts!	drink. drink .drink! drink some more! and por su puesto marijuana...quite frankly you could be fucked up on anything and fit right in.	"where's bill?"	oh christ! where do you start? everyone here is a character !!	sure! it's a pretty amicable pit...if you fall over, someone usually lends you a hand... you should remember to return the favor if you inadvertently knock someone over while marching around stabbing the air with your fists...this is not to say you won't leave the show without torn jeans or a bloodied nose...it's all clean fun!	if you're a girl: basically you just have to be able to ambulate and you'll have at least 12 seemingly sex starved guys pawing at you. if you're a boy: unfortunately the crowd is mostly male, however, there are plenty of apparently willing or at least really drunk chicks to be had...just keep swinging eventually you'll hit!
the pills tt’s	twenty-somethings who are fans, and others who just hang out at tt’s	preppy, funky, it don’t matter. and if you look good enough, you can always go to the middle east around the corner.	beer. ‘nuff said.	"we’ll be taking a short break while we fix this broken string/strap/pedal/ etc."	dancin’ eric. this guy is fuckin’ nuts, and that’s why you’ll love him. you haven’t seen a goofy white guy dancing until you’ve seen dancin’ eric. you’ve also never seen someone having so much fun dancing.	if you’re willing to start it. the tt’s crowd doesn’t dance much. and if you get too close to dancin’ eric you are risking serious physical injury. but go ahead and try -- grab a partner and swing around.	my roommate picked up at a pills show in a different venue. of course, that was a drag bar and he came and asked me if i thought it was really a girl, but it obviously was -- she had the types of flaws you only have if you’re the real thing. which isn’t to say she wasn’t hot -- she was cool -- i liked her. but it didn’t work out between them. so -- like with anything else -- it’s up to you.