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GW#3 - p8 (6)

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Jennifer Hecker at Jun 09, 2014 03:23 AM
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GW#3 - p8 (6)

[poster for rock concert]

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THE SATANS
THE MOTARDS
THE CRYING OUT LOUDS

Record Release Party
at Brentwood Tavern
502 Brentwood St.

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More Parties, Less Cops...

I guess the Brentwood Tavern is cursed now. There may be
room for one last backyard garage fest, but I, for one, am
wary. Maybe we should just hop from one abode to the next
and just keep the bands playin' with the next band always in
the bullpen, warmin' up by the keg. If the cops haven't
shown up yet, we'll just send the next band in and keep on
until the cops do show. Then we'll have a backup locale
ready and waitin' and we'll just have Port-a-Parties. It'll be
all the rage this spring. The next big thing.

Anyway, thanks from me to everyone who keeps comin' out
to these doomed gatherings. More people! More bands!
More beer!

And, by the way, if anybody has access to a big piece of land
within 100 miles of here, drop me a line- let's put on a show
or somethin'. 'Specially if there's a fishin' pond!

[image of the word "Easy"]

GW#3 - p8 (6)

[poster for rock concert]

-----------------------------
THE SATANS
THE MOTARDS
THE CRYING OUT LOUDS

Record Release Party
at Brentwood Tavern
502 Brentwood St.

-----------------------------

More Parties, Less Cops...

I guess the Brentwood Tavern is cursed now. There may be
room for one last backyard garage fest, but I, for one, am
wary. Maybe we should just hop from one abode to the next
and just keep the bands playin' with the next band always in
the bullpen, warmin' up by the keg. If the cops haven't
shown up yet, we'll just send the next band in and keep on
until the cops do show. Then we'll have a backup locale
ready and waitin' and we'll just have Port-a-Parties. It'll be
all the rage this spring. The next big thing.

Anyway, thanks from me to everyone who keeps comin' out
to these doomed gatherings. More people! More bands!
More beer!

And, by the way, if anybody has access to a big piece of land
within 100 miles of here, drop me a line- let's put on a show
or somethin'. 'Specially if there's a fishin' pond!

[clip art]

Easy