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Just walked down Smith St. and watched the paps stalking our friendly local celebrity. They were trying to be so sly about it too -- standing on the corner with their phones to their ears (pretending to call, surely -- why would they want to give anyone else info on where they were or who they were shooting?). Playacting as if their job was important or high-intensity. When she walked past they would hurry along behind her on the opposite side of the street; it just seemed so unnecessary. Granted, I've seen celebrity hunting in Manhattan many, many times and it seems unnecessary there too but now it was too close to home. There's definitely a bad taste in my mouth.

AND YET THERE IS MUSIC

IGNORE PREVIOUS BLOG POST ABORT DO NOT GO TO CRASH MANSION TONIGHT NO HAY BANDA -- THERE IS NO BAND.

Subsidized Fun for Your Entertainment in Post-bubble America.

Dear friends and well-wishers,

This is short notice and I do not expect for my readership to have much of an impact. In the spirit of your boy Barry's gift to America (le Stimulus), The Mighty Handful (above and below, bellowing) have the following offer on the table,

"alright, here's the deal:

we (the Mighty Handful) found out today (Wed March 11th) that we have a show tomorrow night (Thu March 12th) at Crash Mansion at 11:00 pm
If we bring 20 people we get paid $300
we really want to record, we have no money to do so, this would be a really good kick in the ass

the point is we need YOU to come
it might not be all ages, I don't know, It's 10 dollars, but if you need us to I am willing to pay 5 dollars to you after the show
please baby?"

So there you have it. Your checkbook will be stimulated to the tune of five (5) United States Dollars and your ass will be stimulated to the tunes of The Mighty Handful. You know you want to go. It's tomorrow (Thursday). Thursday has been the new Friday for the better part of twenty years. Go. Drink. You pansy fuckers.