El unificationo de ill-peppered Bacon Landscape attending IP5 on February 19, deriving testament amid situation and freedom, it’s a bonus upon us. Running on fumes, the fetid race snapside etiologies, gratitude torpedoes the wide red distance. The highest of fives for the highest of the Five to the fabulous and Orwellian (not the pejorative) Legion of Tech (“yes, it’s a techie event”) from Splice Finders, the team at Broken Hour d’Ouevres and all our handfuls of followers on Twitter, ExtraTicket, FreshFriend, HungerMeat, OverShoulder, Underarm Laptop and BeerLines.
Whatever did it matter to these long queues tonight? Portland is the strongest gestureau, “we” love it here, we “love” here and we’re used to sitting patiently waiting for the file transfer of our affection to proto call. Dangling our participles out the bus window isn’t our scene but much was learned about fonts, the Universe and everything, and the sustainable memories collide with general ideas up there, down there, it’s sweet and beloved all the same, both ends of the Sterno burning ever brighter, they have to have your name, the ship is waiting to take you away. Try it some time. The next Ignite Portland (6) is already scheduled for July 16, 2009, again at the jewel on the jerrrymand, the illustrious Bagdad Theater. It’s really comfortable after all and no work is involved, everything will be fine.
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Broken Hours is privileged to share the thoughts of Sound Semantics‘ mastermind Eran Schweitzer (Guitar, Vocals) and chief vocalist accomplice/foil Allie Silverberg, along with a few tracks from the album Ebb & Flow. Candid, intimate and occasionally music-geeky, it’s what’s behind the music – in this case the music of two high-achieving music school graduates. So it’s technically pretty damn good, but this ain’t aimed at your wallet; it’s about vision and devotion. Think of The Decemberists channeling Elliott Smith; or, if you’re from Portland, don’t think about that and just listen.
One summer I stood up and got off on the back patio licking my family. It disappeared, white light and cross-like. Some sort of red cross out of the boonies, which is basically what it was. Many old tapes are reviewed in search of the lost aircheck that reminds Baron Landscab and the Broken Festerlings how little has changed. Multiple roles are considered, and some are rejected. The studio, falling apart, intends in all of its sincere activities. How much funds are a great contribution to finances. Not only do you understand, but there is also an implied commitment. As opposed to someplace where there might be a lot of competition involved. One, perhaps two burn marks on one’s thighs. Some seminar or something? It seemed so much like a dream, but there are actual physical manifestations. You didn’t happen to be eighteen inches tall, humanoid-type shaped, greenish or whitish? Regular head on your body, just poking around people’s inner thighs? Most contactees experience tell-tale symptoms. You might be supressing it because it was such an odd thing to happen.
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