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Went to see Gang Of Four. Three times in two nights. (Twice at Irving Plaza, once in the basement of the Tribeca Grand.)

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It takes a lot to get a New York crowd moving to a rockshow. These two nights, you couldn't keep them still if you tried. Maybe the most thrilling and visceral concerts I've ever seen. Music as energy and gut reaction. Lyrics and songs as scalpels, incisive and carefully guided. 100% pure f***ing awesome.

To hell with poverty. Let's get drunk on cheap wine.


-PAR

Comments

chris said…
Why do you censor the bad words?
Patrick A. Reed said…
Stylistic choice. In everyday conversation I can vary my vocabulary, depending on situation and listeners. In type, I choose to *** out any possibly offensive words, and presume the reader can fill in the blanks (should they choose).

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