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Thursday, June 30, 2005

Funkytown!

Maybe I haven't been homesick in a while because it's been such a long time I've heard a song about Minneapolis. I mean, it's been a long time comin'. I think the last one was Closing Time, about Replacements haunt, the 400 Bar. While the boys' previous incarnation, Trip Shakespeare, remains one of my all time favourite bands, I never was a big fan of Semisonic.

Me and Ms. B. were driving to The Hunter Valley yesterday to do a little cellar door hopping, and I had the itrip pumping away. I decided to play some of my ipod newcomers, and dialed up Motion City Soundtrack, and was quite chuffed to hear the following:

"liz likes to liquor up my thoughts from the c.c. club to the triple rock"

Ahhh... home sweet home... The days when flat-mate Ben was behind the bar at Blondies (now punk palace, triple rock) serving up free booze on a Sunday arvo, while we watched the Vikings. Who knew the boy would end up our own Perry White.

I guess I'll have to hit up some of the old haunts in a couple of weeks when I am back in the ol' Bush Country.