Yet another Death by Stork show this Thursday night, December 14th at the Stork Club (Telegraph at 23rd Street, Oakland). Show starts at 9 p.m. and it's $5--a holiday deal!Here's the exciting line-up, sure to get you in a winter solstice mood:
She Mob - Suki, Sue, Alan and Lisa make a startling reformation in order to play three AND ONLY THREE rockin' pop songs and then record them a week later.
The Bleu Canadians - Live!!! from Canada!!!! explosive all new garage/psychadelic set. Free Canadian citizenship for everyone who attends. Also, free membership to the Edmonton Curling Club for the first 20 paid admissions. Also, come join us for our wild afterparty where we will race Zambonis. This is a benefit for The Canadian Temperature Fund.
Death By Stork - Searing songs of love, death, poop, and belly button lint. You just may have to get drunk and dance, folks. We will be joined by Lucio on bass--filling in for Tony, who's tromping around the Phillipinnes.
Fuzzy Cousins - Jenya Chernoff and Matt Lebowsky are a pair of primates that defy taxonomy. Highly evolved, their vast experience from mingling with other nomadic tribes (including Mumble & Peg, Three Piece Combo, Mark Growden's Electric Pinata, Species Being, and most recently with Faun Fables as characters and music makers in the touring production of The Transit Rider) is revealed in their music: even and odd, smooth and sharp, sweet and shattering.
Magnus Tick Aquarium - Super group jam band gone psycho. You may wonder where your head went.
Geez--that's a lot of music for $5.
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Hi Lisa, hope you all had a great show, thanks for the link. I must say, I'll have to check out Tatum O'Neal sometime. Meanwhile, it's hot here in the Philippines though this is their winter. The Bataan penninsula was really beautiful, floating in the clear warmth of South China Sea at the beach resort of Montemar, I couldn't help thinking about you all and West Oakland, chomping on some nasty basslines at the Stork Club, suckin up a bottle of Bud and remembering the lines in Harlan Hollanders face as he stares so oblivously with love in his heart. Now that's paradise.
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