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For a piece on a band, failure to mention one song, one album, one concert, or even one Black Happy fan´s reaction, is inexcusable. Further, to base the entire rhetorical purpose (never mind set the tone from the on-set) on one´s sole opinion that the event/tour itself will be a disappointment due to an ageist slant, taints the reader´s means of "judging for one´s self"--i.e., being informational. Last, the article itself stinks of negativity for the majority. And if this author even sniffed the aura from the show last night, he/she would know for a fact that it still remains a sorry piece of reporting.
Hey, I’m no Tom Robbins nor a musician, but this is horse dribble that smacks of indifference and biased “reporting” by someone who obviously either holds a grudge or was still crapping his diapers when this band was wrecking the Northwest as a group of the best and most genuine and original musicians, with an entourage of the most dedicated, fun, and happy fans I’ve ever met or been a part of.Instead of noting how incredible it was that eight players managed to play together for that long; that they held their own and didn’t sign on to a label that would’ve sold them out to stay loyal to their music; that they punched out a sound that has never, ever been replicated, nor with lyrics as memorable to this day by its legions of fans who attended every show, every Greenstock, and bought up every CD (an original “Peghead” is a Charlie Bucket of a gold ticket, these days—which you’d know if you had done some research); instead of noting that not only did their shows sell out in weeks, but left even more fans begging for shows in their areas, the focus was on a hater (who is Pour Soi, anyway? And did you even leave the office to find this one anti-Black Happy fan?), representing Black Happy themselves as a bunch of fat has-beens hoping to make it through a set without passing out; and, stereotyping their fans as an equally as doomed set of creatures having to snort Geritol if only to hopefully make it through the show without a walker. So on behalf of those of us who still sit in their cars on hot summer nights, a fat .40 in hand, shouting the lyrics to “Black Radio” or “Three-Day Weekend”, those of us who have ever been moved enough to cry to “Home”, or has ever tried to find a six-foot salmon, we dare you to find a more dedicated fan base than the group that’s going to wreck your city over the weekend. Meanwhile, a solid D- for just showing up to “interview” at least two of the members and crap out some negative verbage for And since you never even mentioned a single song title in an article about a band who is playing music this weekend, in the words of Black Happy, you, my friend, “suck much suck.” Don’t quit your other job.
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