Stories from the January 18, 2007, Print Edition
You know you're at a good bar when you run into a guy who's staring, lonely and forlorn, into his drink at a bartender-less backroom bar when you're searching for the ladies' room. You know you're at a great bar when you come out of the bathroom and the guy's stone cold asleep, still clutching the glass.
On one of the walls in the music department of G.W. a couple of years ago, there was a plastic bag full of CDs stapled to it, as if it were some alien seedpod. And, in a way, it was. It was sent from the land of Exit Clov to bring joy and happiness to the musical world.
If you have $5 Pocket it (trust us, you'll need it at the end of the semester when you're subsisting on Ramen and ketchup packets), and take the Metro to Bethesda for an open mic reading at the Writing Center on 4508 Walsh St. this Sunday. Get your creative juices going by sharing your own poetry and prose, or just listen to the writing of D.
You could almost feel it coming as you rode the Metro through downtown D.C. last weekend. At first it was subtle - a Harley Davidson leather jacket sandwiched between two business suits here, a country-fried accent lilting above the drone of conversation there.
Murray Lightburn enjoys Jay-Z's new record, the American version of "The Office," and the food channel, but right now he's not thinking about that because he's stuck in traffic. "My car hasn't moved in ten minutes," he says. "I'm on my way to Philadelphia, passing by New York off of I-95, and it's totally blocked, and I'm surrounded by trucks, so I can't even see what the problem is.
Trying to classify Thievery Corporation is like trying to make the most important decision of your life: right when you think you've made up your mind, something gets thrown into the mix to make you second guess everything you had been so sure of. During their almost three-hour sets on December 21, 22, 23, and 24, in front of four packed-house 9:30 Club crowds, Thievery had a little something for everybody.
Blue October guitarist CB Hudson has always loved being on stage. Each night on tour, he stands besides his band mates and entertains packed crowds of young music fans. "As a kid, I always saw myself on stage making people smile," Hudson said. The band may seem like an overnight success to those who just discovered the band's single "Hate Me" last summer.
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