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Saturday was an amazing day at FRFF. I wish that they had put some of the great Saturday shows on the Friday lineup, because a) there wasn't a lot to do on Friday, and b) Saturday was a real scorcher and I stayed out all day.
But it was worth it.
I believe the first show we saw on Saturday was DaVinci's Notebook. We began taping on Saturday, but I'm not sure if we began taping that early. I'll have to check with Jer. There's a possibility we have this set on tape. Jer says he doesn't think so. Anyway it was my first DVN show...and they were hysterical. They're an acapella group from northern Virginia, but sometimes they use instruments. The first song they sang was about how they were going to hunt down Bill Gates and beat him. It was great. It's called "The Gates." I love it. I love most of their songs. Most all of them are extremely humorous. I bought two of their albums because I loved them so much. Some song titles:
Internet Porn (featuring lists of all the different kinds of porn to be found, including "girl on girl on girl on girl on girl on girl on guy on sheep)
Irish Drinking Song (cause every folk band has one of these)
Enormous Penis
Ally McBeal (to the tune of Bob Dylan's "Like a Rolling Stone," and all about Calista Flockhart's alleged obvious eating disorder)
Me Pants Fall Down
and my personal favorite, "Title of the Song." It's very difficult to explain this one...it makes fun of boy bands. It's hilarious. If you only hear one song this summer, then this one won't make much sense. But if you hear a lot of boy band songs this summer, you should also listen to this one.
I would love to write more, and I will but it's worktime. That's DVN in a nutshell.
Peace.

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I can't wait to move out of Sunchase and into Mixed Nuts! It's not that I don't like it here, it's just that I hate it here.
Really, it's been alright. But all in all summer wasn't great for me, and now things with my roommate here have gone down the shitter - he's just been an ass lately - telling me to "do the freakin' dishes" when all the dishes are his, telling me to "get my shit out of the kitchen so he can cook" and then leaving crusty pans on the stove for days. Oh yeah, and let's not forget the time one of his friends or he puked in our sink and I cleaned it up. Anyway once again I'm just happy I get to move on Friday. But then I don't get to live there until Sunday because I'm going to Charlottesville for a bridge tournament and a return to my old stomping grounds. Fun times.
Not much else to say really. Time to eat fake chicken.
Peace.