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Boring playoff games drive me to writing a message about nothing as usual.

Good slams of bands, UberStank, Stinkin Park, and of course Trashlee Simpson.

Steve Earle and the Dukes tomorrow night. I'm goin' with my rock critic buddy. We previously saw Dylan, and John Hiatt. Both times he got slurringly drunk. It sucks to baby sit a Nam vet.

Gotta give a shot out to Johnny Carson. I predicted this less than six months ago, and had him in my old death pool. We can only hope that Leno won't ruin his opportunity to honor Carson.

Still waiting on a Remember the Forties on VH1...

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