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- A rat can last longer without water than a camel.

- Your stomach has to produce a new layer of mucus every two weeks, otherwise it will digest itself.

- The Declaration of Independence (the very official copy in the Rotunda of the National Archives) is written on parchment, not paper.

- The dot over the letter 'i' is called a tittle.

- A raisin dropped in a fresh glass of soda will bounce up and down continually from the bottom of the glass to the top.

- A female ferret will die if it goes into heat and cannot find a mate.

- A 2x4 is actually 1-1/2" x 3-1/2" .

- 40% of McDonald's profits come from the sales of Happy Meals.

- Every person has a unique tongue print. (Say "aaah") - The 'spot' on 7UP comes from its inventor who had red eyes. He was an albino.

- 315 entries in Webster's 1996 Dictionary were misspelled.

- During the chariot scene in 'Ben Hur' a small red car can be seen in the distance.

- On average, 12 newborns will be given to the wrong parents daily.

- John Wilkes Booth's brother once saved the life of Abraham Lincoln's son.

Irony.

- Warren Beatty and Shirley MacLaine are brother and sister.

- Daniel Boone detested coonskin caps.

- Playing cards were issued to British pilots in WWII. If they were captured, the cards could be soaked in water and unfolded to reveal a map for escape.

- Bruce Lee was so fast that they actually had to SLOW a film down so you could see his moves. That's the opposite of the norm.

- If you have three quarters, four dimes, and four pennies, you have $1.19.

You also have the largest amount of money in coins without being able to make change for a dollar.

- The first CD pressed in the US was Bruce Springstein's 'Born in the USA.' - The mask used by Michael Myers in the original Halloween was actually a Captain Kirk mask painted white.

- The first product Motorola developed was a record player for automobiles. At that time the most known player on the market was the Victrola, so they called themselves Motorola.

- Roses MAY be red, but violets ARE, indeed, violet.

- By raising your legs slowly and lying on your back, you can't sink in quicksand. One should carry a stout pole while travelling in quicksand country...when placed under one's back, it helps one to float out of the quicksand.

- Casey Kasem is the voice of Shaggy on Scooby-Doo. - Celery has negative calories! It takes more calories to digest a piece of celery than the celery has in it to begin with.

- Charlie Chaplin once won third prize in a Charlie Chaplin look alike contest.

- In Gulliver's Travels Jonathan Swift described the two moons of Mars, Phobos and Deimos, giving their exact size and speeds of rotation. He did this more than one hundred years before either moon was discovered.

A CRUDE AWAKENING

By Charisse Jones And Rick Jervis

GRAND ISLE, La. — On this sliver of land, summer is high season. And on a typical weekend, Artie's Sports Bar would be crammed with more than 1,000 patrons peering at the ocean. But this is no ordinary summer. The oil spill that has sent more than 90 million gallons of crude gushing into the Gulf of Mexico has seeped into the island's bayous, roughly 50 miles from the sunken rig that sparked the leak. And visitors aren't coming. Frankie Marullo, whose brother owns Artie's, says there have been only a few dozen customers a day. And he fears those who are staying away this year may never return. The tourism business is shot," he says.

"This place is wiped out. It's going to kill this little island." Vacationers are starting to steer clear of the Gulf Coast. The worst oil spill in U.S. history, which has endangered wildlife and stymied the fishing and oil trades so vital to the region's economy, now is threatening the multibillion-dollar tourism industry as wary visitors cancel trips or plan vacations to places where they don't have to worry about oil coming ashore. "There's a big concern it might be fine now, 'But what about 30 days from now, when I'm there?' " says Anne Banas, executive editor of SmarterTravel.com. "So you see some people canceling, but other people booking other destinations right off the bat." Oil has been leaking for more than 65 days, since a Deepwater Horizon drilling rig leased by oil giant BP exploded on April 20, killing 11 men. On Wednesday, authorities advised people not to swim or wade in waters off a large portion of Pensacola Beach because a significant amount of oil had come ashore. Florida's Pensacola Beach was among the latest shore areas to be given a swimming advisory. Similar warnings have been issued at various times for the Gulf waters off Fort Morgan, Ala.; Perdido Key, Fla.; and some other parts of the coast. However, most beaches in the Gulf states of Mississippi, Alabama, Louisiana and Florida have remained open — even if the water has been off-limits at times. President Obama and Alabama Gov. Bob Riley, who visited Orange Beach over Father's Day weekend, are among the many government and tourism officials encouraging vacationers to head to the coast and help the tourism industry. However, a barrage of news reports showing marine life coated with oil and workers scouring the shoreline in spots such as Perdido Key has made beachgoers wary. Lodging owners from Gulf Shores, Ala., to Fort Walton Beach, Fla., say bookings are down, with some seeing a particularly steep drop in reservations for July and August. Charter boat guides across Florida are seeing cancellations and fielding fewer reservations. And here in Grand Isle, where the population normally grows from roughly 1,500 to more than 10,000 during the summer, locals count only about 100 tourists. The local camps and motels are filled instead with contract workers and members of the military, here to help with the spill cleanup effort. "It's taken our livelihood from us," says Josie Cheramie, head of the Grand Isle Tourist Commission. "If you don't have tourists and you don't have fishing, what are you going to have?" Blake Fleetwood, who owns five travel agencies in the New York City area, says that half of his clients who've booked Gulf Coast vacations are considering canceling, even though he's told them most of the beaches are fine. "It's the fear more so than reality," says Fleetwood, who had a group of 20 recently switch a tennisplaying excursion from Key West to South Carolina. "They just see it's in the Gulf. It's close by. And they have heard so many lies about this oil spill and how many gallons (have spilled) they don't really believe anybody. They think it's better to be safe than sorry."

‘It may be the final straw.’

For those who rely on tourism for their livelihoods, the spill couldn't have come at a worse time. Summer is prime tourist season for communities dotting the Gulf.

Louisiana saw $1.36 billion of its more than $8 billion in tourism dollars generated by its Gulf region last year. Alabama's beaches produced 25% of the $9.2 billion in tourism dollars reaped by the state in 2009. And of the 19 million visitors who flocked to Mississippi July 2008 through June 2009, 5.5 million traveled to the state's three coastal counties. In Mississippi, the spill could result in a $120 million loss to non-casino tourism in the state's coastal areas this summer, according to a study released this month by the University of Southern Mississippi. And the average daily rates for hotels in the Gulf region continue to drop, according to the travel website Travelocity. For example, before May 15, hotel bookings for June in Panama City, Fla., were averaging $122 a night at Travelocity. But June bookings made from May 15 to June 22 fell on average to $96. Some vacationers who would have headed to the coast say they're planning trips to other parts of the South, such as North Carolina, South Carolina and Tennessee. Arizona, the Caribbean and Europe also are alternative destinations, travel watchers and planners say. Joe Dew and his wife are among the Gulf Coast faithful who won't be there this summer. The couple usually look forward to a Gulf Coast getaway each July .It's a chance to take a plane ride and relax in shorefront enclaves such as Naples and St. Petersburg, Fla. But Dew is so worried about wayward crude that he and his wife have decided to avoid even beach vacation spots far from the spill, including those along the Atlantic Coast. Instead, they will drive 90 minutes from their home to the Pinehurst Resort in North Carolina. "We knew we weren't going to the Gulf Coast, but we were still considering places along the Atlantic, in South Carolina and Florida," says Dew, who lives in Morrisville, N.C. Then, he says, "We decided the safest thing to do to make sure that we didn't have to deal with anything related to oil was to stay here and go to a place we knew we could count on. ... It's only once a year we're able to get away alone. It has to really count. So I don't want to run the risk we're going to be dealing with oil.”

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Clear waters but few tourists A looming problem for the Gulf's tourism industry, says travel agent Fleetwood, is that travelers like Dew who venture to new places may decide to keep going there — and not to the Gulf Coast — in subsequent years. "The repercussions could go on for years," Fleetwood says. "When you lose groups or vacationers, they try some place else and then they like the other thing just as well or better. This is a particularly fragile time for the hotel industry ... and in the area affected, it may be the final straw." Parts of the Gulf Coast continue to thrive. Hotels and eateries in New Orleans, many of which have struggled since Hurricane Katrina struck in 2005, have had their best year since the storm, says Stephen Perry, president of the New Orleans Metropolitan Convention & Visitors Bureau. Downtown hotels have had fewer than 2% cancellations since the oil leak began. The area around Pensacola had also been doing well. Lodging occupancy was up by double digits in May over the same time last year. But tourism officials now predict a 10% to 20% drop in revenue and occupancy in June and July and a 20% plunge in August, according to a report by Ed Schroeder of the Pensacola Bay Area Convention & Visitors Bureau. Julian MacQueen, owner of the Hilton Pensacola Beach Gulf Front and several other hotels on the coast, says that before the massive oil leak, occupancy was up 20% over last year. But fear of oil seeping onto local beaches has caused the uptick to go flat. "Our reservations have gone down and stayed down," he says. Watching the usual flood of tourists slow to a trickle is particularly frustrating for boat guides and business owners gazing out at clear waters. "We were just beginning to recover from Katrina, and here we are again," says Mary McLaurin, 58, a store owner in Bay St. Louis, Miss., where oil had not come ashore but tourism is still down 10% from last year. "I can buy new equipment or buy more groceries (after a hurricane), but I can't take perceptions out of people's minds." Florida fish and wildlife conservation officials say only fishing areas in the northwest corner of Florida have been directly affected by the spill. But Pat Kelly, president of the Florida Guides Association, says charter boat guides throughout the state are reporting cancellations. "That perception of the big bad wolf — which didn't show up yet — is still hanging over our heads," Kelly says. Restaurants also are struggling. Amy Martin, whose family firm, McGuire's, owns four eateries in the Pensacola area, says the number of customers is down 50% in June compared with last year, while sales have dropped 25%. "It's worse and worse every day," she says. Renee Lefeaux, 44, and her family only recently had gotten their beachfront condo on Alabama's Orange Beach into rental condition after it was severely damaged by Hurricane Ivan in 2004. In early June, the day before she says the Perdido Pass was closed to all but work crew barges, she and her daughter went parasailing. Instead of the seaweed tumbling and rolling, it was clumping together in a way that didn't seem natural, she recalls. "We knew firsthand it was coming," Lefeaux, who lives in Baton Rouge, says of the oil. "It was only a matter of days. ... It was very sad." Now, the guests who had planned to rent the condo are dropping those plans left and right. "I had booked through August, and now there's not a soul booked the rest of the year," Lefeaux says. Celebrities, local businesses and tourism officials are pitching in to try to woo reluctant travelers. Hotels are offering steep discounts or guarantees that they'll give guests refunds or credits if oil appears during their stay. Singer Jimmy Buffett, an Alabama native who's opening a hotel in Pensacola this summer, will host a free concert in Gulf Shores on July 1 to promote the coast.

'So many unknowns’ State tourism directors in Mississippi, Alabama and Louisiana, which each received $15 million in compensation for lost business from BP, along with Florida, which received $25 million, say they'll use much of the money for advertising campaigns aimed at allaying vacationers' fears. "Phones are not ringing ... the way it should be this time of the year," says Mary Beth Wilkerson, director of the Mississippi Development Authority's Tourism Division. "To combat that, we're messaging that we haven't had any significant intrusion of oil close to our beaches." New Orleans has launched a $5 million campaign, using BP funds given to the state. It's seeking $75 million more from the company to make sure the spill doesn't sully its resurrected image. "We were doing so well," says Perry of the New Orleans visitors' bureau. "This has the potential, if it's not managed and marketed against, to damage us once again." Some tourism and leisure business owners say they'll file compensation claims for a share of the $20 billion that BP is setting aside in a fund for victims of the spill that will be run by Kenneth Feinberg, the White House's "pay czar." Some who've already filed claims complain that the process so far, as administered by people hired by BP, has been difficult, with everchanging requirements for multiple documents. Even if claims are handled better, some fear compensation won't cover losses. Ed Lane, 56, chief financial officer for Coastal Community Bank in Panama City Beach, Fla., says that it will be hard for BP to make up for what has been lost. "I don't think BP has the means to make everyone whole," Lane says. His bank has seen borrowers back out of loans for second homes, afraid they'll not be able to rent out or ultimately resell the properties if oil reaches the area. "There are so many unknowns. ... How many people are not even looking in this area right now for a home that my bank would have had the opportunity to finance?" Even so, Dew, the North Carolinian who's avoiding vacationing on the Gulf this summer, says he remains hopeful his family will return — soon. “We love it," he says of the Gulf Coast. "My hope is that ... the ocean and Mother Nature take care of what's going on in better ways than we can expect. We're hoping next year things will be calmed down and we'll say, 'Let's go to the Gulf.' “

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7/12 8:30pm The Hold Steady & The Whigs 7/15 9pm Dave Barnes Comedy Power Hour 7/22 8:30pm William Fitzsimmons with Rosi Golan

7.23 Greg Laswell & Cary Brothers

7/28 United Pursuit Band & Chris McClarney 7.30 Dinner Concert with Robinella

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Coming Soon: 8.4 KJO Jazz Lunch 8.5 Cadillac Sky with Thad Cockrell 8.13 Dinner Concert with Paul Thorn 9.17 Dinner Concert with Brad Blackwell & Stephen Hunley 10.1 Tobacco of Black Moth Super Rainbow

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Due to previous plans, a massive work load, and a lack of babysitters in the area ... I was unable to attend Bonnaroo this year. However, I did manage to pull our South Knoxville punk Brett Creswell away (from saving the world one whiskey bottle at a time) long enough to attend and represent One Eighty Magazine at this years event. His mission: Easy. Keep a brief diary of your thoughts and whereabouts.

Our own Shelley Williams and Rucker Wells provide some photography. - Editor DAY 1. THURSDAY THE 10TH. 9:20 A.M. Rucker picks me up and we’re on the road.

He’s a six year Bonnaroo veteran and my unofficial photographer for the weekend.

12:30 A.M. (an hour difference) We’re here. Trip went by pretty fast. Waiting in line to get our media passes.

1:15 P.M. Beer and liquor run and then it’s off to Bonnarooooooooooooooooooo!

1:30 P.M. I felt like an ass driving over the interstate... knowing people will be waiting hours and hours in traffic to get in, while we’re driving right in the back door like we own the place.

2:00 P.M. Setting up camp and meeting the neighbors. They offer us some Florida “swamp grass”...

Florida’s all right in my book. We can see “Which” stage from our camping area.

4:00 P.M. We chill out all afternoon relaxing, talking to the neighbors... and preparing for the long weekend ahead.

5:00 P.M. Best part of V.I.P. camping... drugs are delivered like pizza.

6:00 P.M. Rucker gives me a tour of Centeroo (main area where all the stages and vendors are). I feel like Hunter S. Thompson wandering around Vegas.

10:00 P.M. I realized one of my ex-girlfriends is camped right behind us... and my drunk ass decides to go say hi. I knew her bellydance crew was performing all weekend... so I figured I’d go see ‘em at some point. She tells me they’ve got a show in an hour... so I decide to quit being a lazy ass and prepare to head inside.

11:00 P.M. Gypsy Hands Tribal Dance - I’ve never actually seen them live... but I was beyond impressed. Big shout out to Megan and the girls. Go check ‘em out.

11:25 P.M. Rucker and I head out of the Gypsy Hands show early to go get a place for the XX. I’ve never heard them... but I figured I’d be open minded this weekend so I go check them out. Not my music... so bores me so I decided to wander around.

11:45 P.M. Walking back towards the tent to get a beer... I get drawn in to the Lunar Stage (which is where the party is at) Now... I’ve never really been a fan of club music or techno... but I couldn’t stop myself. It was as if there was a magnet pulling me there. The stage is made up of enough strobe lights to give you two seizures... and bass that hits hard enough to break a bone. I stood and watched the crowd having the time of their life. Then... from out of nowhere... the beginning of the Circle of Life (yes, from the f**kin’ Lion King) came out over the speakers. I’d give anything to have had a picture of

my face at that time and place... because while it was probably one of the most odd moments of my life... it was also one of the most epic. I decided to quit being an uptight bastard and joined the crowd... commence dancing.

7:00 P.M. Weezer - I’ve been a Weezer fan since I was a kid... and to finally see them live was a dream come true. Rivers was high as a kite... and tried to destroy everything in sight. Fun as hell show.

2: 30 A.M. I think I’ve offically become one with Bonnaroo. Pray for me mama, I’m a gypsy now.

8:30 P.M. Stevie Wonder: Stevie puts on probably the most interactive show I’ve ever been a part of. Stevie Wonder’s school of music, as he called it.

DAY 2. FRIDAY THE 11TH. 8:00 A.M. The sun hits fast and hard in the morning.

I laid in my tent wanting nothing more than to fall back asleep... but I knew I’d drown in an ocean of sweat.

9:00 A.M. Beer for breakfast.

10:15 A.M. Mud everywhere. I’ve accepted the fact there’s no avoiding it 11:00 A.M. Press conference for the media. Jeff Beck casually walks up, crosses his arms... and stands behind me.

1:00 P.M. Our camp was directly beside the comedy tent... and as soon as Conan hit the stage all you could hear was the crowd going beserk.

11:30 P.M Jay-Z - Jay absolutely tore the place in half. Hands down the most energetic show I’ve ever seen. At one point he had all the stage lights turned off and told the crowd to hold up lights... and all you could see was lighters, cell phones and glowsticks in the air... with half a million people singing along to “Forever Young”. Incredible sight.

2:30 A.M. GWAR - Before I left... I said I was gonna go see GWAR while I was tripping balls. I said it would either be the worst idea I’ve ever had... or the best. It was the best.

DAY 4. SUNDAY THE 13TH.

1:45 P.M. Gaslight Anthem - First real show of the weekend. I have a feeling I’m already sunburnt.

1:00 P.M. I had full intentions of making this a total punk rock day... but between being tired as hell and hot as hell... I just wanna relax all day.

4:00 P.M. Damian Marley & Nas - These two put on a great show. It killed me to have to bail out early... but Zooey Deschanel was calling my name.

3:30 P.M. Against Me! - Second time seeing them... but they absolutely tore it up. The new songs were fun live.

5:00 P.M. She & Him - I’ve been a big fan of Matt Ward for years. These guys put on an absolutely incredible show. Rockin’ cover of “Roll Over Beethoven” by Chuck Berry. Zooey Deschanel is possibly the cutest thing ever.

5:00 Dropkick Murphys - Third time seeing these guys... and they still kick all sorts of ass.

6:30 P.M. Tenacious D - I have a love/hate relationship with Jack Black... but I figured they’d be fun to see live, and they were. Conan is introducing bands at the main stage today and tomorow. I just wanna run on stage and hug him.

7:30 P.M. Steve Martin - ...is a badass. Plain and simple.

8:00 P.M. Michael Franti - I had come back to camp for a little while to kick back and relax. The Nashville neighbors and I sat around and watched the show going on at Which Stage. I regret not joining the crowd that night. I had never heard Michael Franti before... but he was on fire.

10:00 P.M. Kings of Leon - We listened to half this show from camp (that’s how loud the main stage is after all the other shows are over) and then finally headed over and joined the crowd. At this point in the night, I was probably the highest I have ever been in my life. I saw this entire show in 3D. And how perfect... they covered “Where is My Mind”. Shockingly, this was the first time I had ever heard them... but I’m now proud to call myself a fan.

12:00 P.M. The Flaming Lips - Religious experience is really the only way to describe a Flaming Lips show. I’ve heard stories of how big a party they throw... but you really can’t comprehend it until you see it live. They played an hour of their stuff... took a 15 minute break... then came out and played Dark Side of the Moon from beginning to end. Epic doesn’t even begin to describe it.

3:30 A.M. I really need to go check out general camping... I’ve heard it’s insane out there.

DAY 3. SATURDAY THE 12TH. 3:30 P.M. Jimmy Cliff - It’s Jimmy Cliff... enough said.

4:45 P.M. The Avett Brothers - I’ve been dying to see these guys live for a long time... and they absolutely blew me away. Halfway through the show it started raining... and it was nice to just kick back, cool off, and listen to some good music.

brain damage... and I can’t wait to do it all over again next year.

5:30 P.M. John Fogerty - I wanted to head out early and catch a couple of minutes of... but by the time I maneuvered through the crowd and got there he was just finishing up his last song... so I headed back to the Murphys show.

9:00 P.M. Dave Matthews Band - I made a promise to our neighbors the first day that I’d go check ‘em out. I hung around for a couple of songs... and decided to head back to camp to prepare for my trek out to general camping. They seemed like a fun band... but it’s just not something I can get into.

10:00 P.M. I had heard all weekend how crazy general camping was... so I finally decided to go check it out. I felt so spoiled being camped backstage with access to showers, fresh water, bathrooms right near our tents... knowing how rough things were out there. They didn’t give a damn though... it was the place to be.

11:30 P.M. It’s depressing as hell walking through Centeroo after things are over. What was the biggest party in the world for the past few nights has turned to empty fields and piles of trash bags. This weekend went by too fast.

12:00 P.M. Our neighbors on both sides leave after the last show. They give us extra beer, and we spend the rest of the night partying it up one last time.

Cheers to you Bonnaroo.

DAY 5. MONDAY THE 14TH. 9:00 A.M. - Now, I went quite a few days without showering when I went backpacking in the U.K., but no shower will ever compare to the shower I took after being covered in sweat and mud for four days.

10:30 A.M. It’s too sad a sight to see everyone heading out... so we decide to hit the road. Adios Bonnaroo.

I really didn’t know what to expect out of Bonnaroo.

I had a general idea that at its roots it would be sex, drugs and rock and roll... and it was, but it also was more than that. It was incredible to see half a million people show up just to hang out and hear some good tunes. This weekend really reminded me what music was all about... and why I love rock and roll. I left Bonnaroo with a smile on my face and permanent

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180: Who are you?

Todd Steed: I am a dream from a cut scene in a Blondie And Dagwood cartoon that was never completed.

180: Holy crap … seriously? For those who don't know ... tell me a little bit about yourself.

TS: Knoxville birth, Indonesian marriage, happy occupation.

180: What were your musical influences growing up?

TS: Dave Nichols, Terry Hill, Hector Qirko, RB Morris, Frank Zappa, New Orleans, KISS and Skynyrd.

180: At what point in life did you first consider 'music' a career?

TS: I consider it music only 180: I guess that keeps you from getting fired … huh? What do you think is East Tennessee's contribution to 'music'?

TS: Growing up here most people were in to KISS and Nugent.

Fortunately, I had a bluegrass teacher and then Terry Hill as a teacher. That showed me the world and home. East Tennessee seems to be a place where people write songs for the joy of it, instead of trying to impress somebody else.

180: What do you think the future holds for your style or genre of music?

TS: I'm more worried about the oil spill … or there being a future.

Music will survive only as long as the planet.

180: Do outlets like Sirius Radio water the music industry down, or provide an avenue that is much needed for airplay?

TS: The music industry and record labels are in turmoil, which I think is fantastic for music. Word of mouth is still king. Industry tries hard to manipulate that, but so far, has yet to completely steal it. This is a victory.

180: Can you tell me someone that we should be listening to ... that we're probably not?

TS: Get a bird feeder and sit close to it in the morning.

180: Toughy. What's the best piece of music (song) ever written?

TS: Louie Louie by the Kingsmen or Peace Piece by Bill Evans … it's a toss up.

Scott Miller 180: Who are you?

Scott Miller: A question I ask myself daily.

180: For those who don't know ... tell me a little bit about yourself. SM: I was born by accident in North Carolina, but raised in Virginia--the Shenandoah Valley, former breadbasket of the south, on a cattle farm in the middle of nowhere. Fortunately, I was raised right, educated real good and well read. I am amazed people find that surprising. I married up, though. We live in Knoxville with two rescue hounds and my wife has a horse.

180: What were your musical influences growing up?

SM: My father was (he's old) a big band guy. He actually will tell you that he played 3rd trumpet for Les Brown, but in reality the guy that played third trumpet had to go the bathroom so my dad sat in for one song. That didn't stop him from playing Les Brown and His Band of Renown constantly, or anyone LBABOR backed up like Frank Sinatra or Ella Fitzgerald. He also loved Mel Torme` … but I never could stand that. My brother and sisters were older, so I got a heavy dose of classic rock before it became "classic". Then I heard John Prine and Roger Miller and my fate was sealed...

180: At what point in life did you first consider 'music' a career?

SM: During college when I realized I wasn't really raised right, well educated or well read.

180: What do you think is East Tennessee's contribution to 'music'… geography or otherwise?

SM: I grew up here. I mean, I didn't move here until I was 21 and I have lived here 20 years, so anybody in their 40's will tell you that I for sure grew up here. The influence of East Tennessee is in everything I do, from my work ethic to how I try to 'entertain' as I practice my art/craft/songwriting. East Tennessee's contribution to country music (and really rock n' roll as well) is well documented, but unfortunately not a lot of people really appreciate it west of Crossville. Roy Acuff? The Louvin Brothers?

The Everly Brothers? Cas Walker? Con Hunley? The list goes on and on. Your question about geography is a good one. I'm a big believer that geography affects ones perspective on the world.

For instance, I love Ralph Stanley but bands like Alabama and Kansas bore me....

180: What do you think the future holds for your style or genre of music?

SM: Not … one … thing. Actually, music and the 'business of music' is changing so drastically (in a good way, I think) that anything and everything is open if one is willing to work at it.

Sadly, the days of big labels, cocaine and hookers are gone.

180: Yep, now big labels have been replaced with big hookers.

Do outlets like Sirius Radio water the music industry down, or provide an avenue that is much needed for airplay?

SM: Satellite radio has thus far treated me and my music very well. So I will not make disparaging remarks about such a behemoth.

180: Can you tell me someone that we should be listening to ... that we're probably not?

SM: Adam Carroll. RB Morris. Al Stewart. I also think the world needs to realize what a genius of a songwriter Neil Diamond really is.

180: Toughy. What's the best piece of music (song) ever written?

SM: Easy … The Tennessee Waltz.

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R.B. Morris 180: Who are you?

R.B. Morris: Hillbilly singer, poet.

180: For those who don't know ... tell me a little bit about yourself.

RB: Born in Knoxville. Married twice. Two daughters: 21-year-old Frances Johanna … and 3-month-old Oona Pearl. No occupation.

180: What were your musical influences growing up?

RB: Gospel in church. Rock-n-roll on the radio. Country music and mountain music all around me. On records … Tennessee Ernie Ford, Marty Robbins, Johnny Horton and Jerry Lee Lewis, Beatles, Bob Dylan, Van Morrison, Leonard Cohen, John Prine … and all the pop music that plays through your life. But that's just the usual thread, it doesn't account for the musicians you play with through the years. Those are the ones who influence your work as you grow up. I mean, if I grew up tomorrow … I could never name them all.

180: At what point in life did you first consider 'music' a career?

RB: I've been doing it since before I can remember, singing and entertaining and making up songs. It's more a way of life than a livelihood. Maybe with this new record I'll start thinking of it as a career.

180: What do you think is East Tennessee's contribution to 'music'?

RB: It is incalculable what East Tennessee has given to American music. From the 1920's Bristol sessions of Jimmy Rodgers and the Carter Family all the way to Kenny Chesney (sorry). I understand the very term rock-n-roll was born in Knoxville by Brownie McGhee's brother. The Everly Brothers went to high school here and fashioned their famous duo sound that Simon & Garfunkel later inherited (and didn't the Beatles once called themselves the Five Everly Brothers?). It is one of the true birthplaces of Country Music, and longtime farm club for Nashville sending among many others, Chet Atkins, Roy Acuff, Don Gibson, Dolly Parton (she counts for two people). That history just like the lay of the land all plays in to the music that comes out of here.

180: OK … Dolly could count for two people on several levels, but I’ll just leave that one alone. What do you think the future holds for your style or genre of music?

RB: I don't know what my style or genre is, which I'm sure is unfortunate but also quite natural. Coming out of a folk/rock/country/bluegrass background with blues/gospel/soul, I figured they'd just call it Americana. But I've been recently informed (by someone who's supposed to know) that it's not. It doesn't matter except for selling records. Sometimes my genre slides over to the printed word and back, which I’m certain, is quite unfortunate. I once thought this kind of music might have remained a slight footnote in the broader mix but now maybe more likely to be smashed off the page of history.

180: Do outlets like Sirius Radio water the music industry down, or provide an avenue that is much needed for airplay? RB: Who knows?

180: I dunno. It’s just an opinion question. You’re not supposed to fire back questions at me. Can you tell me someone that we should be listening to ... that we're probably not?

RB: Malcolm Holcombe's Hundred Lies.

180: Toughy. What's the best piece of music (song) ever written?

RB: Well, either Red River Valley or Visions of Johanna … and a lot of everything else in between.

JILL ANDREWS 180: Who are you?

Jill Andrews: Jill Andrews, singer-songwriter 180: For those who don't know ... tell me a little bit about yourself.

JA: I was born in Normal, Illinois. I grew up in Johnson City, TN and have been living in Knoxville for about three years now. I have a little baby boy named Nico. He is one. He eats lots of peas.

180: What were your musical influences growing up?

JA: I loved Joni Mitchell, Whiskeytown, and the Jayhawks. I've always been a big fan of harmony. I learned a lot from listening to Mark Olson and Gary Louris (of the Jayhawks) sing together.

180: At what point in life did you first consider 'music' a career?

JA: When I quit my fulltime day job. I worked as a case manager at a mental health center. I loved it, but I was touring and getting home at crazy times at night and then going to work at 8 am. It was rough.

180: What do you think is East Tennessee's contribution to 'music'?

JA: The mountains in East Tennessee are filled with stories. You can't help but hear them and eventually start writing them yourself.

180: What do you think the future holds for your style or genre of music?

JA: I hope a jet, a tour bus, and lots and lots of smiles.

180: Do outlets like Sirius Radio water the music industry down, or provide an avenue that is much needed for airplay?

JA: I'm a fan of satellite radio. You can hear a great variety of music on a lot of those stations that you can't hear on a lot of mainstream radio.

180: Can you tell me someone that we should be listening to ... that we're probably not?

JA: Regina Spektor and Thad Cokrell.

180: Toughy. What's the best piece of music (song) ever written?

JA: Imagine by John Lennon

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JESCO ADVENTURE

BY KRISTEN POTTER

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It’s hard to believe that everything started with a simple response to a Facebook message. A response that I thought would never get read let alone earn a reply.

And yet, there it was – in my inbox - the letters almost not making sense…”How far are you from Knoxville? Are you interested in maybe getting a smaller tattoo somewhere else?” Thus began my crazy adventure, my chance to meet Jesco and Mamie White.

After figuring out how my 3 kids were going to get taken care of while I was gone, I packed a small bag and headed to Knoxville. I was going to get a tattoo of Jesco’s autograph, and another person whom I didn’t know was going to get the logo for the newest documentary on his or her back. As I put more miles between me and my home, I grew very uncomfortable. I almost turned around several times. I kept questioning what I had gotten myself into. I didn’t know any of these people or what their intentions were. And yet, I forged on, a huge knot forming in my stomach, and my nerves reacting as if I had ingested a case of Red Bull.

Once I found my way to the hotel, I started to panic. I called my husband, my best friend, and my father. The person I had lined up to meet me there hadn’t yet showed. I was walking into this situation alone – and it had been at least 4 years since I had done something completely independent of friends or family. I felt like the biggest pu*sy on the planet. I tried my best to collect myself and walked into the hotel lobby where I was greeted by the most amazingly friendly front desk clerks I had ever met. They instantly knew who I was and why I was there – and I sensed that they could read the absolute terror on my face. They assured me that my room was ready, and sent me on my way.

Once in my room the real adventure began. Storm (the person who set this whole thing up) called to find my whereabouts. I waited around for a bit, and then Storm called again – asking me to come up to room 330. Holy sh*tballs. It was about to happen. Seriously. I felt like I needed to sh*t and throw up at the same time.

I don’t remember the walk to the elevator or the ride up. I don’t even remember knocking. I only remember Jesco’s scruffy face emerging from behind room 330’s door. As I walked through the door, I felt like I could probably emit electricity somehow. Storm was in the room with a camera. He introduced us and then Jesco and I shook hands… I just had to hug him. I felt like I had to let him know that I LOVED him. Not the spectacle or the act, but HIM. At that time, I also met Chris – the other “winner.” He was my height and scruffy, wearing a shirt that said “I like grass.” I immediately pegged him as a hippie.

My friend finally showed. She met us in the parking lot as we headed to the tattoo shop. I was so relieved to have a bit of familiarity there with me. In my life at home, I am an extrovert – completely outgoing and fun. But in this situation, I was inevitably introverted and observant. I wanted to remember every feeling, every moment of what was to come. I didn’t want it clouded with my apprehension and nervous chatter. Heather served as a much needed buffer. She was the kind of person who I discovered could talk to anyone about anything. On the ride to the shop I found myself easing up a bit with her presence. It was still surreal knowing that I was following Jesco, Storm, and Chris in one vehicle, and Mamie and her company in another.

Upon arrival at the tattoo shop, the parking lot was saturated with hipsters.

They all wanted a glimpse of Jesco – they all wanted a piece of him and his time.

I found myself already irritated. For some reason, I assumed that they were there for the wrong reasons. I guess I was being a bit hypocritical – after all, I was going to be getting this man’s name permanently inked on my body…

It was so strange being stared at by these cats. I’m sure they all thought I was just a tag-a-long. I mean, who would have thought a tiny blonde woman driving a mini-van would be hanging with Jesco? I certainly wouldn’t have. Almost immediately after meeting some of the shop’s artists, I was whisked away to have my photos taken by a professional photographer. F*ck! I wasn’t expecting that. I would have touched up my roots, or at least worn something fancier had I known this sh*t was going to go down. I felt awkward and small staring in to that giant lens. All the while, I could only think about what I was going to talk to Jesco about all night. Chris was nervous, too. He had a trembling grin and I’m not sure that he was aware of his constant chuckle.

After the photos came an interview done by Storm and a little hand-held camcorder. I think I did alright. I can’t remember much about it. I was too focused on trying to look and sound cool that I wasn’t conscious of the actual content of my dialogue. Oh well. I went inside and waited in the seating area with Heather, Jesco, and Mamie. Mamie was quiet and, made several comments about her leg bothering her and the need for some pain medication. Jesco pretended his beer was a baby, and tried to feed it with his manboob. Chris had his stencil on, and they were getting started on his massive tattoo that was to be seen by anyone who purchased a physical copy of the film.

Jesco was well on his way to getting lit – and he had a captive audience. I just watched and chatted with some of the people there – one person I spoke with in particular – Jack Parker. He was the one who had been photographing me. He was nice and insightful. He explained to me that a little bit of Jesco is fine – but after awhile, it can wear a person down. All the documentaries and video clips only give you a few moments of what turned out to be hours or days of redundant craziness. I was growing more uncomfortable with the level of intoxication that Jesco was demonstrating. His eyes weren’t his own anymore…they were crazed. He was dancing around and making up his own songs. He was harmless, but for some reason I still felt strange. I’m sure it had something to do with the lack of food, exhaustion, and my nerves dancing all evening long.

Then came my turn. I was on the phone with my husband when they called me back to get my ink. At first, we had to do some poses. Jesco pretended to sign my leg while we looked at the camera. It was weird – I could feel his breath on my shin and his beard tickling my foot. Although he had a double super buzz, he was still able to hold it together and somewhat follow direction at this point. He signed my foot,"Jesco White. T.C.B." He hugged me and told me that he loved me. I felt like he really meant it. More waiting.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, it was time for me to get the tat. Jesco danced around the floor while Chris and I got worked on. I have no idea what he was really saying at this point.

He rhymed to the tunes being played over the speakers at the shop, but the actual content of his songs was lost on me.

The tattoo was more painful than I thought it would be. You always forget how much they hurt until you get another one started. It didn’t take long. Poor Chris.

It seemed as though they had been sawing away on his back for hours. Once Chris was done, they started taking pictures of his back. It took awhile.

Meanwhile, Storm had taken Mamie back to the hotel, and another lady showed up that was all about some Jesco. She seemed to be really engaged in all that he had to say. I was mentally and physically spent. I hadn’t eaten since 3:30 that afternoon, and I was used to going to bed at around 10pm. It was around 1 am at that point. Once things wrapped up, we went back to the hotel. Storm, Jesco, Chris, Heather, and I all talked about what to do for food in the hotel lobby. We decided on pizza, and Storm headed off to get some much needed rest. We made sure Jesco got to his room. All the pizza joints in town were closed, so we ended up getting some late night McDonald’s instead. It was crazy being in line at the drive through, knowing that I was getting Jesco a chicken sandwich and a Pepsi.

After his food was delivered to him, Heather, Chris, and I all hung out and talked for awhile. I found that I really liked Chris – he was very intelligent, and the sort of person I would have ended up being friends with back home. No pretenses, just a real dude, with some real love for the Whites. It was time to crash. And so ended my first day with Jesco and Mamie White.

I didn’t sleep worth a sh*t. I had waited too long to eat, and the food I ate was essentially devoid of any nutritional value. I was nauseated to the point of tears.

After tossing and turning for what felt like an eternity, I finally saw the sun peeking in through the hotel curtains. I attempted to get up and gain some sort of composure. I tried to eat peanut-butter crackers, but that didn’t work either. I was worthless. Leave it to me to have a McDonald’s hangover. Thank God for my angel, Heather. She went to the store and had to of dropped at least $50 bucks on Pepto, Mylanta, Tums, crackers, fruit, and applesauce. If it hadn’t been for her, I would have never left the hotel that day.

That morning, I had the chance to be on the radio with Storm, Chris, and Jesco.

An on air personality was getting an inked autograph (like the one I had) during a live broadcast. I wish I would have felt up to going. It would have been neat to see Jesco stone-cold sober.

I waited around the hotel most of the day, which was exactly what I needed. I showered and debated on clothes for the day – I wanted to just wear jeans and a t-shirt, but I was worried that more photos were going to be taken that day, and wanted to at least look a little sexy.

Finally, midday sometime, we heard from Storm. There was going to be a

screening of the documentary that evening at a biker bar called “The Shed.” I was a tad apprehensive. I may have tattoos, but I am definitely a timid girl when it comes to being around a bunch of tough people. Not to mention that I was again unfamiliar with the plans for the evening. I guess I take a lot of comfort in knowing what is expected of me. Heather and I checked on Mamie to make sure she had eaten and didn’t need anything. Storm asked if we wanted to follow him to the venue because he had some last minute things that needed working out. We tagged along, and the place ended up being amazing. I highly recommend anyone stopping by The Shed if they are in the Knoxville area. There is a Harley shop, and then right next to it, a little place for acts to play live music, a BBQ joint, and a bar in the back – along with a room with a huge screen. It looked so clean and well kept. And the staff – they were so friendly and team oriented. I wanted to work there. Heather, Chris, and I all ate some awesome BBQ and chatted with a couple of locals. Then it was back to the hotel to wait for evening to approach. Storm called again while the three of us waited. He told me we were going to be on stage that evening to show off our new artwork.

I almost sh*t my pants right then and there. I’m sure my stomach was already pretty sensitive at that point anyway, but I definitely got a case of what Chris lovingly called “bubble guts.” Then another call from Storm came. This one was frantic. Apparently the rental car he was planning on getting didn’t exactly work out, so it was up to me to make sure that Jesco and Mamie made it to the venue. I had to get them corralled and there in less than 30 minutes. F*CK! I was hyperventilating, but hiding it well. I called up to their respective rooms and told them we had to leave right away. When I heard Jesco’s soft voice on the other end, I felt so privileged to be getting to do this. We all met up in front of the hotel. Jesco looked nice. He had gotten a haircut and his beard trimmed earlier that day. He was wearing a Harley bandana and smelled good. Mamie was wearing a black shirt with the collar cut out, her hair in a severe ponytail on the top of her head. It was time to go.

Jesco, Mamie, Chris, Heather, and I all piled into my mini-van. I thought of all the people that made fun of my mini-van, and wanted to say a big “Ha-ha, f*ck you!” to them for ever having doubted the coolness of my turquoise Ford Windstar. Once we were all in I couldn’t figure out what to put in the CD player. I tuned it into a classic rock station and tried my best to revel in the fact that Jesco White was sitting where my one-and-ahalf year old usually sits, and Mamie was riding shotgun. Holy sh*t! This was really happening.

We arrived at the venue at just the right time. I parked my van, and we piled on to a bus that had been provided as the “hangout” area for Jesco and Mamie. Of course, we got to hang out in there too, which I thought was wickedly bad-ass. We sat on that bus and shot the shit for a while. And by shoot the shit, I mean stuff that I can’t mention on Facebook.

Looking back, I’m sure some people thought I was a snooty bitch. I just wanted to remember everything. A gentleman named “Goat” was introduced to us – and we were told that he was going to take care of whatever our needs were that evening.

Jesco was still somewhat sober at this point. I mean, he had a buzz, but he was still coherent. I liked him like this. He didn’t seem pressured into being anything but himself. He was a little reserved, but sweet. Mamie was also in a decent mood.

She wanted to be anything but sober, but she was smiling more than I had seen her smile as of yet. I think this was probably my favorite moment of the entire trip. There weren’t a bunch of fans hanging around…it was just us. Smiling and laughing. Of course all good things must come to an end, and my moment of euphoria was quickly interrupted by Kat (a girl that worked at The Shed) telling me that Chris and I were going to be going on stage soon. Jesco and Mamie were going to be introduced of course, and Jesco was going to do a little dance.

Kat took all of us around to a side entrance where we would all file in per Storm’s introduction. At one point we got mixed up about where to go, which exposed Jesco to some fans prematurely. I felt like I was hanging out with Elvis.

One set of fans screamed and begged for him to come over and sign their Jesco shirts. Once in our spot, I won’t lie – I did feel kind of like a rock star. That didn’t negate the puking sensation that I had going on, but it certainly made me feel important. The sun was pounding on us, and my mouth felt like the Mojave Desert. I could hear Storm answering audience questions. Then it came time for him to introduce Mamie and Jesco. Everyone screamed for Mamie, but they went wild once they saw Jesco. There was a band there, picking, and Jesco danced. It was pretty amazing. I waited for him to introduce us, but Storm forgot. HELL YEAH! We dodged the bullet. At least for now. Mamie and Jes were then escorted to a table where they signed autographs. Chris, Heather, and I all looked on in amazement. These people were waiting in line to see him for just a moment and snap a picture with him, and yet we all got to be WITH Jesco. We got to talk to him, hang out with him, and experience him in a completely different way. We were very lucky, and aware of our fortune.

The autograph session took awhile. At that point they moved the party bus directly in front of the side entrance. Once the session was over, we got back on the bus…only this time, we had company. Fans filed in and out of the bus, hugging Jesco and Mamie. The bus filled up with smoke. I stayed on for as long as I could, but I had to get out and walk around. Too many people. I ended up talking to the owner of the venue, and the aforementioned “Goat,” and they were both sincere and nice. The owner was about as down to earth as a man could be. I ended up finding out the Goat toured with Zappa, which made him 1000 times cooler to me than he was before. We played some corn hole, which I am terrible at.

The second screening began. I got back on the bus for a short while, but once again, there was too much going on. I did get to get some autographs from

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Jesco. It was strange, asking him for the autographs. I felt like an ass for some reason. The second screening ended. Damnit, we had to be introduced. I was hoping Storm would just forget us again, but he didn’t. I listened outside the door while he introduced Chris. Chris got a bad-ass reception. Then came my turn. I only got a lukewarm response, but then again, I didn’t dedicate my entire back to the Whites, either. It was exactly what I expected it to be…at least I didn’t bust ass in front of everyone… Mamie got introduced, and Jesco danced again. I got it on film this time at least.

While Jesco and Mamie got whisked away to once again sign autographs, the three of us took the boys that were with them to get some grub. It had been a long day, and I didn’t want a repeat of the previous night’s illness to return. The boys that were with Mamie and Jesco were related, and were there through everything I have narrated to you. I want to respect their privacy as much as possible. Neither one of them was interested in the spotlight, but they both enjoyed the perks that came along with it.

I swear to you, I have never been to a Taco Bell where they have been nice to me. This evening was the exception. The girl behind the counter treated us like royalty, and it was awesome. I hate Taco Bell, but on this particular night, it was actually pretty good.

By the time we returned to The Shed, things were starting to wrap up. Storm asked if I would make sure everyone got back to the hotel and in their rooms safely. The next day they were all headed to another screening in Nashville. I started to get sad…I couldn’t believe that in just a bit, I would be saying my final goodbyes. Storm went and retrieved Jesco, and I made sure Mamie had some of the extra Taco Bell that Heather had gotten for anyone that hadn’t eaten. We piled up in my van again. Man that was cool.

Jesco was being sweet again. He was muttering, “I love you” in the back seat and laughing. He was singing. We got a little turned around on the way back, which embarrassed the shit out of me, but it allowed me more time with Jesco and Mamie. He was cutting up with Heather. And then, before I knew it, we were at the hotel. I circled the lot because Mamie needed to be close to the door. Jesco and everyone got out. I gave him some of the biggest hugs I have ever given anyone on my life. He kissed my forehead and told me I was a “beautiful driver.” I snapped a few pictures of him saying goodbye to Heather and everyone, and then he was gone. Just like that.

Heather, Chris, and I all returned to our room. It was strange knowing that I wouldn’t see Jesco again. Exhaustion finally made me fall asleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about all that had just transpired.

I got up early the next morning and packed up my van to head home. I ate a donut and grabbed some coffee. I felt like crying.

The ride back was a very pensive one. I didn’t really listen to music, which is rare for me. I just thought. I thought mostly about how sad I was for Jesco – because he was going off to entertain more people. I felt a bit like maybe I was one of the reasons that he is dying inside – the reason that he feels the need to constantly be funny or outlandish. I thought about Mamie, and hoped that she had eaten. I mulled over every moment of the past two days. For me, there was a home and loving family waiting for me. What was there waiting for Jesco? I wondered if he would even remember me. I’m sure he won’t. There are masses of fans out there that are dying to show him some affection. I just hope they don’t kill him.

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JOHNNY DELTA SPIRIT “HISTORY FROM BELOW” Young fresh fellows Delta Spirit have added a unique twist to the American indie folk rock scene.

With driving rhythms catchy tunes and earnest vocals, the San Diego quartet is expanding their barroom sing-alongs and rowdy waltzes into epic territory. On the livelie side of the Felice Brothers and with a bit of the intensity of Arcade Fire, Delta Spirit’s taking more chances with “History From Below”.

Matthew Vasquez’s voice sounds sure of himself as each song swells to an orchestral climax with loads of atmosphere. The booming production transports old timey Americana tunes into the ranks of other artsy newbies like White Rabbits or As Tall As Lions.

Tracks like “Golden State” “Salt in the Wound” and “Scarecrow” have the more traditional sound, but “9/11” is total pop like Dr. Dog, “Bushwick Blues” shows a new powerful rock edge and “White Table” carries the band into chamber pop grounds with its band camp rim shot drumming and swelling guitar drones. All the while, they never lose the heart of each song. “History From Below” shows a band expanding its horizons yet at the same time honoring its roots. It’s a great blend of a bit of the old and a bit of the new to dramatic effect.

UNNATURAL HELPERS “CRACKED LOVE AND OTHER DRUGS” Try this out if you’re in the mood for some loud garage rock Seattle style. Like Mud-honey and another maybe slightly more famous Seattle band, the brand new Unnatural Helpers like it lout fast and fuzzy with rarely more than three chords.

Songwriter/singer/drummer Dean Whitmore doesn’t take himself quite so seriously making his sloppy rock as he barks out lines like “I don’t care about sunshine and pretty girls and flowers paint the world” in “Sunshine/Pretty Girls” which sounds like a beach tune gone wrong. Other songs like “Our Most Entitled”, “Brainstroke” and “She Was Your Girlfriend” get right to the glorious point since each track lasts less than two and a half minutes most barely over the one minute count. Produced by an actual Young Fresh Fellow, the Unnatural Helpers manage to pack a lot of sixties garage fun into each minute so you could easily shimmy to something like “Vox Humana” or get your mind blown by “Big Dumb Face” without wasting time on any crazy solo jamming. It’s a bit twisted in an Albini kind of way, but you like it loud, you like the Ramones, you like Mudhoney, you like Unnatural Helpers, baby.

TOM PETTY AND THE HEARTBREAKERS “MOJO” If you’re heading to the lake for one of those lazy summer days, you might want to bring the latest Tom Petty. Fresh off the Mudcrutch tours, Tom, Mike and the guys hit the studio recording mostly live a batch of brand new tunes. Though instead of the normal Byrdsy power pop sound, they’re rocking and stomping the blues. The Heartbreakers are such a great band that this is second nature and it shows as technically, the guys are playing their asses off. Ever tasteful, Mike Campbell has free reign to strut his chops throughout swampy tunes like “Jefferson Jericho Blues”, the Allman Brothers-ish “First Flash of Freedom”, and the hard riffing single “I Should Have Known It”. Truer moments surface in the tender “No Reason to Cry” or “Something Good Coming” and lots of psychedelic touches flow all over down to the Abbey Road-ish closer “Good Enough”. Occasionally “Mojo” can seem like an experiment that goes on a little too long as many tracks clock in at over four minutes and sound like they could use a little more attention from Petty’s usually uncannily focused songwriting. But you know this band’s not gonna let you down, in fact, this should just about hit the spot on a hot summer afternoon.

ALEJANDRO ESCOVEDO “STREET SONGS OF LOVE” Another true Americana original, Alejandro Escovedo sets off his own fireworks with solo number ten “Street Songs of Love”. This is the Texan punker’s second with Tony Visconti as producer, and instead of softening the edges as he gets older, each track is attacked with a wizened gusto that few younger performers could even imagine.

“Street Songs of Love” is loud, immediate and rockin’ with lots of guitars, pounding drums, backing oohs and aaahs, and through it all is Escovedo’s street smart delivery. Never quite laid back enough for the Americana club, Escovedo likes things rowdy, and his attitude comes across as big city tough with only a bit of dusty Texas calm. He’s manic as he half shouts “What I need/ Is your love ‘What I bleed is your love” to a frantic beat in “Silver Cloud”, or he scats “Top ranking in a mohair suit/ Like tattooed Elvis/ In a Jaguar boot” to the shuffle of “Street Songs”, but he’s not without his softer sides, like the emotional “Down in the Bowery” and “Fall Apart With You”. Since his near death experience in 2003, Alejandro seems to fill his albums with desperation life and lust, and “Street Songs of Love” has got plenty to spar .

THE GASLIGHT ANTHEM “AMERICAN SLANG” It’s Independence Day, so it’s time for some good old sing-along rock n’ roll. The Gaslight Anthem has just enough youthful optimism to fill the bill. “American Slang” could be an anthemic tribute to a not so bygone era when blue collar rock was championed by the likes of Springsteen and the Plimsouls. It’s an honest rock: two guitars bass and drums with a lot of punk and a little bit of soul.

You can put your arm around your best girl and sing along with the title track, tap your feet to “Stay Lucky” and snap your fingers along with “The Diamond Church Street Choir” which has a nice Thin Lizzy soulful street dance feel. Old Glory is a bit worn but looks just fine stitched to the back of a leather jacket beside a Social Distortion patch, and the grown-up Gaslights can sing lines like “American girls want all the lights in New York” and “We were old friends before we were ever the sons of regret” in the fast driving “Orphans” without a hint of the crass irony that can spoil so much of today’s young punks. It’s American, it’s positive and it’s rock n’ roll proud enough to salute. Bring on the fireworks.

DEVO “SOMETHING FOR EVERYBODY” Oh no! It’s 1983 again! Devo has returned and it sounds like the spudsters are right back where they should have been in the mid 80’s forgetting that stuff following 1982’s spotty “Oh no! It’s Devo!”

“Something For Everybody” quite lives up to what we want from the Akron crew: hyper pogo style new wave with plenty of twangy guitar, primitive synths and lots of de-volving. You can hear the modern electric sounds slipping into each track, but “Fresh” “Please Baby Please” title track “Sumpthin’” (which has hints of “Whip It”) and the paranoid “Don’t Shoot (I’m a Man)” singing the infamous “…Don’t tase me bro!” followed of course by a tasing noise are all sharper, classic Devo. The look is white plastic masks and blue flower pot helmets and the production is a slick mixture of Thomas Dolby verses GaGa courtesy of The Bird and Bee’s Greg Kurstin and sometimes Santigold who each should know a little bit about revising old synth sounds. “Tell me what I say/ Sounds like a line/ Trust me, every word is true/Just don’t ask me why … I’ve got something for everybody” that’s the new message, that and survival in this modern wiggly world. And now that they’re thankfully re-united, this is something that Devo knows well.

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In the past couple of decades, we have seen the emergence of some great super hero and comic book characters continuing their legacies on film, with most of them seeing great success.

However, with great power becomes great responsibility, like not tarnishing the image of the public’s favorite heroes and characters. It seems like with every Dark Knight or Iron Man, there always has to be a series of unfortunate blunders that calls for some ultimate reboot, whether it is a sequel gone wrong, or an actor that is completely miscast as the prevailing hero or, worse, villain. Here listed below are probably the most embarrassing and pitiful attempts to bring a beloved comic book character to life that not only tarnished the image of the stories behind these heroes and villains, but also put the careers of some clueless actors down the drain.

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Sure nothing is wrong with a little action, but if there is so much of it going on that you can’t remember what the story is about, then that just takes the fun out of it. Take this excuse of one of Marvel’s less popular underdogs. This could have been a decent film with its array of great characters and great actors…. except one. Perhaps, he can be the adorable adult goof-off or the hot-shot flyboy who can just get by with little emotional acting, but Ben Affleck as a super hero?

C’mon! Perhaps the only good thing to come out of this film was the mediocre spinoff featuring the red-lace clad Jennifer Garner as Elektra.

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You’d think that with the success of the X-Men series under director Bryan Singer’s belt, that he would be able to direct a pretty cool Superman film. He had all of the right actors, but he was missing one thing: ACTION! Sure Kevin Spacey played a really cool Lex Luthor and the visual effects were great, but who wants to watch Luthor scheme and Superman fly around for two and a half hours without something going on in between. Rumor has it that there is a reboot in the works so let’s hope that this ends up having a little more bang for your buck than the lackluster effort that set the film behind in the box office.

Not since the Adam West TV series have fans seen a more disappointing interpretation of the Caped Crusader’s adventures in Gotham City. First off, nobody likes Robin. Let’s just face it. Second, Val Kilmer was bad enough, but did he have to be replaced by George freakin Clooney? Third, nobody wants to see Batman with homosexual tendencies! I mean, batsuits with nipples and enlarged codpieces? Really? Oh, let’s not forget Arnold Schwarzenegger’s portrayal of Mr. Freeze by just doing what he normally does in every movie he’s been a part of, doing something “cool” (see where I’m going with this?) and working in some awful “chilling” pun. (Doesn’t that make you squirm?) I’m sure even Adam West blushed a little watching Joel Schumacher taking the franchise to a whole new level of low.

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With Johnny Blaze being more of a jellybean eating nice guy than a hard drinking son of Satan, Nicholas Cage takes this ride out for what might be the only attempt of making this story a theatrical franchise.

Somebody has to tell him to drop the southern accent as well.

It was bad enough in Con Air, and it did not help him in this film either. Perhaps the only clever idea director Mark Steven Johnson had was to incorporate Peter Fonda as the devil standing before Blaze at the crossroads on his chopper. Other than that, movie goers can only get what they expect from the trailers, all lackluster action with nothing to back it up.

I know this just came out, but any comic book purist will tell you that Jonah Hex was no supernatural being by any means.

With Josh Brolin assuming the role as DC’s western hero, this could have a really good western if weren’t for the historically inaccurate appearances of machine guns that kind of turned the film into Wild Wild West. In fact, I think a giant mechanical spider could have helped this film out a little bit, because you know you’ve got box office disaster in the making if you can’t convince a male-targeted audience to go see a film starring Megan Fox.

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by Richard Rackley R2 introduced a generation to several key concepts that have now changed the way the world works. Obviously we still don't have sentient robots that are capable of making decisions but when you break down some of the basic operations, there are quite a few current technologies that were introduced to 1977's movie goers by the lovable R2-D2.

Digital Camera Princess Leia records a message to be delivered to Obi-Wan Kenobi. She used R2 as a digital camera to record a digital message to be shown as needed. The fact that it was a hologram was fancy and cool but that wasn't necessary to deliver the message. Seeing someone record something and play it back instantly was still being fought by the Betamax vs VHS war that same year. Digital Camera - Check.

Secure Flash Drive The lovely Princess Leia sent R2 to deliver the message therefore making him, (btw R2 is a dude) a portable storage device. Since R2 controlled who would see the message, one could say it had a basic level of security and for fun, let's assume the message was encrypted. Secure Flash Drive - Check.

Social Engineering My personal favorite concept that R2 introduced is the art of social engineering. After being fried by the Jawas and sold to Owen Lars, R2 shows a few seconds of a sexy space princess while Luke scratched off some carbon scoring. The next sequence includes C-3PO translating for R2 but it basically goes something like this; Luke: There is something jammed here R2: (plays video of beautiful princess begging for help) Luke: Who is that? She is hot (didn't know it would turn out to be his twin sister, that is something else Star Wars introduced me to but that is for a different article).

R2: She is a princess, want to see more? Take off this restraining bolt (like an obedience collar) and I'll show you more.

Luke: Well, I guess you won't get far out here in the middle of the desert. (Luke removes restraining bolt). OK, show me the beautiful princess....?

R2: What princess, I don't know what you're talking about?

Luke: What? I guess I'll go drink some blue milk.

It went something like that, so R2 used sex to manipulate Luke into removing the lock. Social Engineering - Check.

Hacking Every time R2 connected to the Death Star computer he seemed to easily navigate and produce the desired result. Either the Empire didn't have a concept of Intrusion Detection or R2 was able to sweet talk the entire Imperial Network into giving up the info. He found which detention cell Leia was in and turned off all the garbage mashers on the detention level. Hacking - Check So thanks R2-D2 for introducing a whole generation to these technical concepts that are now part of everyday life.

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Billy Corgan 180 Magazine: First off, thanks for taking the time to do this for us.

Billy Corgan: No problem ... it's a pleasure.

180: We are sorta a 'grass roots' magazine, so I figure that I should be fair, and give you some questions from some people on Facebook. Some of them are pretty stupid.

BC: (laughs) Some of my fans? Stupid?

180: Well technically ... they're probably just my stupid ass friends helping me out.

BC: (laughs) 180: First question. Where is home?

BC: Somewhere between Chicago and LA. 180: What's the ratio?

BC: Probably equal. I tell people, it's my funny joke, that I'm bi-coastal.

180. Meaning ... the Chicago coast. I get it. How much input have you had on your videos?

BC: Generally ... A lot. Unfortunately, we don't have these big budgets anymore. It was cool though, because I got to dream these really big dreams ... and work with some really good people. They were good at bringing me back down to Earth as to what we could actually do. I always wanted to make sure that the entire band was in the video with equal time. I hate seeing these videos when it's all about one person. It's a disservice to the band. Usually I had the concepts ... and worked forward.

180: What Inspired Gish?

BC: Are they asking about the title? What do you think that they mean?

180: Maybe the inspiration...

BC: At the time ... It's so hard to even think back in that mentality. The idea of being a big alternative band was not in the mix. From our perspective, we just wanted to make an album that was really exciting. Something that was a representation of what we did at the club ... which was kinda psychedelic and heavy. We didn't really care about songs or melody ... we just wanted this 'holy sh*t' factor.

180: How 'left brain' are you when it comes to music?

BC: Ooh ... good question. It's a pretty 50/50 balance. There's a constant battle in my mind between: the songwriter, the arranger, the producer, and the child that wants to play. They're constantly arguing about what the f*ck is going on?

180: Is it hard to turn off?

BC: You know ... I think that I'm at a point in my life where I don't have to be creative. Artistically creative. It would probably turn into gardening or something.

Maybe I should say that I don't have to be publicly creative.

180: That leads into the next question very well. Can you pump your own gas without being recognized?

BC: Oh yeh. Oh yeh. You know ... the heyday of MTV was

pretty crazy. I got recognized everywhere. I would wear hats and sunglasses and people would say 'I recognized you by your teeth'.

180: (laughs) BC: I also don't draw attention to myself. It's funny ... sometimes people look at you as if you may be an excoworker or distant cousin. You know ... just trying to figure it out with that questionable face.

180: I think that most people that try to be obscure end up looking more obvious.

BC: (laughs) I was laughing recently at Pete Wentz recently at the airport. He was wearing a hoodie and sunglasses .. looking all ... you know ... Fall Out Boy. He got more attention for trying to 'not' look like a celebrity. No for me ... I look like I just rolled out of a 711 and nobody notices me.

180: Have you ever had to walk away from material, or the studio, because something wasn't good enough?

BC: Oh yeh ... all the time. I abandon stuff all the time, and it's very frustrating. I don't think that I've ever achieved what I really wanted to do ... ever. I always feel disappointed on some level.

180: Next person asks ... If I were going to buy only one Smashing Pumpkins album for my grandchild in the year 2040, what album would be the best representation of the band at their finest?

BC: Interesting. If you're talking about the old band... I would have to say 'Melancholy'. That work was the culmination of about 7 years of work. The new Smashing Pumpkins .. I think 'Tear Garden' will become definitive when all is said and done.

180: Do you remember the first time that you heard yourself on the radio?

BC: No ... but I remember the first 'holy sh*t' moment.

180: What was that?

BC: I was driving down the road listening to the radio with a friend .. listening to some song that I really liked.

Then 'Cherub Rock' came on afterwards. It just destroyed that other song. It was so sonic ... and it just destroyed that other song. I was like 'holy sh*t'. I was like 'We've really done something here". It was just massive. I was like ''f*ck'. It reminded me of being a kid and listening to some rock song, and then Queen or Sabbath coming on afterwards. It was that type of feeling.

180: Holy crap. Bottle that stuff and I'll take a six pack.

Very cool. How difficult is it for you to realize the magnitude of your music? I remember this point after 'Disarm' came out ... it seemed like everyone in every college town had a Pumpkins sticker on the car or board. It was huge. Does that ever really sink in?

BC: At the time it had a real special feeling. It was a bright light that lasts for a short time. I've enjoyed those things, but I have to keep a certain level of distance. Some people think that thise highlites in their lives are the best that it's ever going to get ... and I don't believe that. Take Neil Young for example ... he could have hung it up ten years ago after The Harvest Moon album. People wrote him off after that.

180: True. If you could be any other guitar player, who would it be?

BC: Maybe Jimmy Hendrix ... but if you could wave a magic wand and ask me 'Who do you want to play like tomorrow?' I'd probably say Ritchie Blackmore from Deep Purple. He plays sorta closer to the way that I 'think' ... So, I wish I could think like he thinks because he thinks way better to me.

180: OK ... now it's some word association.

BC: (laughs) 180: Zero BC: ummm...Oh God. Dark Magic 180: D'arcy BC: Beautiful soul 180: Purple BC: Deep

180: On behalf of bald people everywhere .. thanks for shaving your head. It gives me some weird hope that I have the potential to be cool.

BC: (laughs) I never thought that I would ever hear 'You have a nicely shaped head'. I get that a lot.

Vintage

. It’s a magical word. It conjures up this dreamy sort of past that never really existed, but if it did, it would be infinitely cooler than anything else out there.

Cooler than cool. The ultimate cool. This isn’t a stodgy sort of past that smells like grandma’s house. This is a mythical past of epic rock concerts, killer sideburns, and gorgeous soft-focus photography. The photography bit is really the only aim of Hipstamatic, although I imagine the thrift store t-shirts and ironic mustaches aren’t that far removed. That said, I really liked this easy to use photography app, perhaps because its artistic intentions helped to cover up the myriad of flaws inherent to most iPhone photos. The app aims to recreate the toy camera aesthetic that reached its heyday in the 70’s. Just to be clear, toy cameras aren’t toys; they were cheap, mass-produced film cameras. Everything, even the lenses, were made of plastic, which is what produced their often strange, but frequently admired optical effects. There’s been a recent revival of toy camera interest, and you can find tons of amateur and professional photographers working with them today. Since developing actual film is quickly becoming obsolete, Hipstamatic makes this process much simpler for would be toy camera enthusiasts by recreating it digitally. Fire up the app and you have your choice of “lenses”, “flashes”, and “films” which you can change either by swiping along the screen or accessing the menu along the bottom. There isn’t a huge variety, but they also have a few cheap “Hipsta-Paks” you can buy, if you want more options. Once you’ve got the settings how you like them, click the arrow to flip the camera around, and then snap your picture, but be mindful of the little viewfinder! Unlike most digital photos of today, the pictures that emerge from Hipstamatic won’t be perfect. The “lens”, “flash”, and “film” will all have added their own unique effects. The pictures I took made it look as though I was shooting through a window to the past. Everything was distant and somewhat hazy, but also attractive in an aged sort of way, like photos from a prized, but yellowed album. Plus, I had the option of uploading straight to Facebook or Flickr, so much more convenient than those old albums.

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