Was it just me, or was Miss Ron Reagan, Junior’s eulogy at his daddy’s gravesite just a little too…too? Methinks someone was looking for a career bounce.
The Fiery Furnaces were INSANE in performance–like, they performed their entire oeuvre as one big, 45-minute-long medley–but they need a better website.
After the show, Drew and I wondered (a) why the band’s drummer wasn’t skinnier (since he was rockin’ like Dokken the entire time), and (b) what he’d look like if he weren’t getting so much exercise.
If you’ve emailed me in the past couple of months and I haven’t responded, please don’t take it as a slight. I mean, it very well may be, but it could also be the result of crappy spam filtering courtesy of the less-than-optimal Knowspam (which I’m not linking for good reason).
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