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Letter from the Editor As a practicing journalist, I don’t usually have a whole lot of money to throw around. Forget making it rain; I have a hard enough time making rent, so I don’t really fit the colloquial definition of a baller. But I will make one exception to my frugal lifestyle: I will stuff a jukebox with cash.

I rarely saddle up to a J-box with anything lower than a Lincoln. Depending on your taste in music, I’m either the guy that you love or the guy that you hate. I’m Mr. 75 Minutes. I’m flipping through the deep catalogue, browsing every B-side and checking every cover. If you’re waiting in line to peruse the albums after me, it will probably be a minute — not that it really matters. My songs, my great songs, my songs that are so cool you’ve never even heard of them are lined up in cue, so sit back and enjoy your Leinie’s. Radio Bissen is up next.

I don’t really browse a jukebox so much as I tackle it, break open its bones, suck out the marrow, and bind it by its own sinews. If your jukebox plays CDs, I’m pulling out the deep album cuts — we’re talking like track 9 or 14 here. If it’s an older model, one that plucks vinyl 45s, I’m digging in the trough of country music hits, unironically rocking out to the music my grandfathers loved.

And if you’ve got one of those digital, downloadable jukeboxes — goodnight! Although elsewhere in this issue I will write an opinion piece to the contrary, digital jukeboxes are my manna. I live for lilting pop melodies, and also for blowing square’s lids by pumping out a 35 minute fusion jam or the best Lil’ Wayne song you’ve never heard.

OK, so I might be bragging a bit here. Musical tastes really are objective. My favorite 6 a.m.

Bloody Mary-sipping tunes often involve walls of feedback (Free Phil Spector!) and indie rock trios from New Jersey. I realize this isn’t everyone’s cup of tea or Irish coffee or whathaveyou, but we live in a pluralistic society and sometimes we’ve got to put up with our neighbor’s crap. So with that spirit in mind, I present to you Second Supper’s salute to jukeboxes, those democratizing money-eaters that can make any pale-faced schlub Casey Kasem for a night.

I don’t envy the task handed to Bri Rupel, finding and ranking La Crosse’s jukeboxes. For her cover story she surveyed four jukeboxes from the central city, machines that I’ve fed many a dollar in my day. For principled reason, Bri decided to review only the old-fashioned manual jukeboxes, and as a purist I applaud her. Still, I know that there has to be other great jukeboxes in the area, so please speak up and defend your favorites.You can reach me at editor@secondsupper.com, and if we get enough cool responses we’ll publish a reader-recommended jukebox list in an upcoming issue. Until then, I’ll be ears-deep in the Bob Dylan bootlegs that fill up the machine at Dan’s Place.

Come down some morning, I’ll blow your mind.

— Adam Bissen

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Second Supper’s finally on the social networking bandwagon, with a whole chain of townies to answer our deliciously revealing questions.

Each week, the interviewee will name someone they're connected to, who will become the next person interviewed, and so it shall continue. You see? We really are all connected.

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Do This

Many Americans feel that the war on drugs has been a failure, but it seems like nobody has gotten the memo. Well, this week at UW-La Crosse, you can make your voice heard in your dissent against the war on drugs! There's a full week of activities lined up for people to engage in. On Monday, at 7 p.m. at 260 Graff Main Hall, there will be a screening of the film "The Union: The Business Behind Getting High."

On Tuesday, at 7 p.m., there will be a panel discussion on marijuana legalization, open to all view points. On Wednesday at noon, the series of awareness known as "Just Say Know" will have a panel discussion towards cannabis use.Thursday will have a fun activity night with "Fun With Hemp," beginning at 6 p.m. and ending at 7 p.m...be prepared to have your hemp-winding necklace hands ready! Friday will end the week of events with a good ol' fashion sit-in at Wittich Filed, from 11 a.m. to 4 p.m. (just in time to get home for Jeopardy!) Remember that these events are open to anybody that is interested to attend. So go out there and enjoy yourselves, and make your opinion be heard! —Ben Clark

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As a science geek, I can’t help but think of the world in biological terms. I tend to see situations through a lens that is heavily-tinted by evolutionary theory and ecological explanation.

Now that I’ve upped my ante in the evolutionary pot by creating offspring, it all seems much more serious — this is no metaphor; this is real. I want my little organism to grow up in the healthiest habitat possible, and as a mama organism, I want to increase my baby organism’s “fitness” as they say in Darwin Land by placing him in the best environment.

Our fantastic town seems to be perfect enough — you can navigate by using the bluffs and the river (where else are actual landmarks used so frequently?!); you can stroll through a marsh without driving forever to get there; there are plenty of local foods to buy and at least in my yard, fertile enough soil to try my hand at growing my own food. Yes, it all paints a pretty enough picture, but what about the other organisms inhabiting this fine city?

I’ve called La Crosse home for a few years, and prior to that, I spent most of my life just down the river. La Crosse has always been familiar to me, and I’ve always felt fondly toward it. People seem to be sufficiently friendly and there’s a healthy dose of intellectualism if you know where to look. A comprehensive sustainability plan was recently accepted by the city council, bless their hearts, which would put La Crosse on the map as an eco-municipality. I had much faith in the goodwill and know-how of the majority of La Crosse’s citizens. And then last Tuesday happened.

Election Day: my lovely child gently (ha!) awakened me at 6:00 a.m., which was actually right on time. We had big plans that morning — we were going to campaign for Dorothy Lenard. We rushed through breakfast with minimal oatmeal-throwing efforts on my son’s part, bundled up, and strolled down the street to our assigned busy intersection to hold a Dorothy sign for all morning commuters to see and remember that it was indeed the Big Day. We were met by a biting breeze, but we were eager to advertise our favored mayoral candidate.

Two other avid Dorothy supporters shared our location, but not a single yellow sign was to be seen — I was both relieved and disappointed by that.There’s nothing like a little competition to get the political energy flowing, especially on such a chilly morning. But hold the blue Dorothy sign we did (I guess the kid was feeling a little lazy because he more or less just sat in his stroller — I suppose he figured I had it taken care of. Or maybe it was because the sign was bigger than him…). I had imagined that the little one would be fascinated enough by all the traffic and noise to be entertained, but the cold got the best of him, even through his long johns. We had to abandon our post

after a while, but the other supporters were willing and able to pick up our slack. The little tyke did a pretty good job, considering his age, and it was certainly stimulating to involve him in politics already.

The day went by with much enthusiasm from most fellow Dorothy supporters I met, and I wished that I could have brought my son along to the gathering at Schmitty’s for the revealing of the results that evening. As into politics as he seems (maybe I’m making that up a little, but I predict a politically savvy personality in him), he wouldn’t have been able to keep it together that late. Neither was I, as it turned out.

Maybe it’s the progressive blood in me that taints my perception of this tragedy, but are you serious, La Crosse? If my kid was a little older and I had to explain this situation to him, I don’t have the slightest idea of how I would do that. Honestly, it seems like a really bad joke.

Take away any personal feelings you may have about either candidate and just compare: Candidate One has decades of professional experience in just about every possible area and basic life experience on top of that. Candidate Two hasn’t quite succeeded by any conventional definition of the word at anything (aside from maybe the occasional Kool-Aide stand) and I presume that the most experience he has in running a city involves Legos. And the town where I planned on raising my kid picked Candidate Two?! I’ve been assuming that I’m asleep and this is some terrible retribution of my subconscious mind, but it’s been a couple days and still no awakening.

So what’s a good mommy to do? Raise my child in an ecosystem that has just been turned wildly upside-down? In a place where simple common sense was hijacked by the Good Ol’ Boys network of misrepresentation and overarching power? I love this town, but it’s like discovering that the juicy pear you’ve been devouring is rotten at the core. A sense of defeat and anger permeates my being right now, but I suppose the wound may heal with time. But it feels just like it did a couple years ago when, after pouring my heart and soul into a statewide campaign for equality, we were also overcome by the aforementioned Good Ol’ Boys and their adherence to the stagnant conventionality that denies any kind of meaningful progress, aside from progress in their own pocketbooks.

That pain still has its rusty grip around my broken political heart, so I don’t really foresee this new pain diminishing anytime soon. I guess the most valuable lesson I can teach the kid from all of this is to never give up, no matter how easy it would be to stop caring. And who knows? Ecosystems are usually pretty resilient; maybe four years from now, we can put in the work again to help it recover.

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Travelogue

Gangsters, ghouls & Guinness One peculiar weekend with Seneca

By Brett Emerson brett.emerson@secondsupper.com When Seneca came to La Crosse and played a show on the first day of spring, the band set off a chain of events that led a group of us into the maw of Al Capone’s criminal empire. After staying in town for the rest of the weekend, Seneca rushed to Cleveland to play another gig, after which guitarist Brendan O’Gorman and drummer Daragh O’Loughlin were rushed to the airport and sent back to Ireland for a week. Frontman Rob Hope and bassist Yvonne Conaty planned to spend the meantime in Chicago, where the band had recently played, though exactly where they were going to set up base was up in the air. Despite this, Rob extended an invitation to any interested parties to come to Chicago and hang out for the week.

JoJo Brockberg, Brandon Wild, and I would accept the offer.

The text message came near the point when Friday gave way to Saturday. Rob and Yvonne had set up lodging in one of Chicago’s southern suburbs, a small place called Willow Springs. It barely showed up on any map; one had to be owl-eyed to search it out. But the plan was set, our course charted. On Saturday afternoon, we ditched town.

The way to Willow Springs was as weird as what we’d find there. As we passed Madison, faint snowflakes turned into a flurry, and soon the weather became an alternation between rainstorms and blizzards, each one washing the other away in minutes. By the time we arrived

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in the Chicago area, the ground was damp, but nothing was falling from the sky.

Rob found us at a Chinese restaurant and we followed him back to headquarters, which turned out to be nothing like what we imagined. The expectations for the trip hedged toward a night of gathering in a generous soul’s cramped living room, perhaps wandering the town as appropriate. When we pulled into an empty parking lot next to a darkened roadhouse, the expected was scrapped.

It turned out that Seneca made some connections in town, and its members had been allowed the run of the building until the tour resumed. The only cost was in listening to the construction crew that renovated the ground floor during the day.

As we approached it, Rob described the place most recently known as Frankie’s Roadhouse as the kind of '20s juke joint that would have restroom signs that read “guys” and “dolls.” We’d later be shown the bullet holes on the “dolls” door.

Yvonne was upstairs in a varnished world without sawdust. She hovered over the office computer, reading from a Web site which described the building's haunted history. Apparently the place has become a draw for groups of paranormal seekers, who investigated the grounds and left with chilled spines. The Monday before, a film crew showed up and shot a segment on the place.

Hauntedhouses.com offers an abridged, if not tenuous, history of the building. Constructed around the time of World War I, O’Henry’s Roadhouse was likely built from mob money and was intended to be a den of vice. Tunnels snaked from the building’s foundation, leading to a mausoleum, the ballroom/underground casino across the street, and the forested hills behind the building. The legend has it that Al Capone himself liked to drop by the place and in all probability used O’Henry’s as a place of execution. Another story speaks of a murdered

bartender who fell in love with a marked prostitute, resulting in their murder and basement burial at the hands of a jealous gangster. The prostitute — or a female entity of some sort — has been said to manifest.

The newest owner of this place told the members of Seneca that bodies had been found in the building — which, considering the bullet holes, wasn’t difficult to believe.

Here’s what we saw on that Saturday night:

The second floor — above the basement’s menace and the first floor’s loose nails, below the attic’s artifact-filled expanse — became our center of gravity. In the office, Rob spun tunes from the likes of Walter Mitty & the Realists, Fred, and The Duke Spirit for Brandon’s and my consumption, and he showed us pictures of his cousin David’s wild mane. In the living room down the hall, we sprawled on chairs and hardwood floors, watching Rob at his guitar while JoJo scrambled through the rooms, taking photos of the furniture and stained glass.

Yvonne noted a large brown spot on the wood floor between her chair and Rob’s. It was a stain of unknown disaster, coming from a legion of potential bad ends. To me, it looked like a Rorschach test.

Perpendicular to the hallway which ran through the living room was a door leading almost directly to the basement, illuminated with an exit sign. Rob and Yvonne made mention of the doorway’s creepy, Daragh-spooking vibe, and it was decided that once our group was liquor-store anesthetized to the dark forces, we’d rush through the door and down its stairs like Crystal Lake campers and find disappointment or death.

But owing to that impatient philosophy that proposes the best way to defuse a bomb is to blow it up, the gun was jumped.

Brandon grabbed a flashlight, and I my Swiss

Army light, and we bolted, shoeless and sober, to the bottom.

It was a little disturbing to see light come from beneath the lowest flight of stairs, even if its source was only a 60 watt bulb. Descending, we looked into the cavernous room that held the light, noted no movement within, and reached the basement, where a giant stuffed rabbit with yellow teeth greeted us.

With wavering laughter we called down the others, who raised their eyebrows at the moldy cousin of Donnie Darko’s pet rabbit. Together, the five of us pressed into the far reaches of the long basement, to where the preliminary light bulb didn’t reach. To the left was what appeared to be a steel cooler. Its door hung open, and electrical cords hung from its entryway. Behind the apparatus, a segment of the wall was missing, creating a slight opening to the rain-filled pit behind the building, where a patio had inexplicably vanished.

We began to fumble around for a better light source than our pale blue pinpricks. After a moment someone flicked on the light above the cooler door, transforming Al Capone’s pit of Hell into an unassuming stone basement.

Only the bunny, a pile of sinister looking tools, and an empty chainsaw case I’d later find in the lit room told us different.

The ambiguous terror was cracked, and Rob and Yvonne led us to the attic in search for more. Street light coming through the attic windows exposed the edges and corners of the relics and warmed the atmosphere. Whereas the rush to the basement was more of a game of hide and seek between man and ghost, the trip to the attic became a treasure hunt. We found old pictures, a poster of Humphrey Bogart ogling Marilyn Monroe, a glass mug featuring Two-Face from Batman Forever, and a creepy teddy bear at the window. I wonder why the horrid bunny in the basement wasn’t stored with the rest of the artifacts.

The house sufficiently explored, we began to liquor-store anesthetize ourselves to the dark forces.Then we crossed the drizzly street, to a ballroom packed with swing dancers at 1 a.m., and joined them.

We awoke the next morning to see the woods covered in a snow that soon melted.

As three of us left for home that evening, we saw deer weave through those Chicago trees.

The last I heard, Rob and Yvonne had just performed in a mansion.

Digital jukeboxes are better

It's gotta be the old school

For all the pitfalls that have come about from the ascension of electronic media, one positive result has been the hard decline of music in physical format. In describing this positive shift, I’m not referring to the concept of albums as framing songs within a larger context or their importance as art pieces that reach beyond the songs in question. What needed to go was the disc itself.Vinyl has perhaps the most heart of the physical music media — certainly the most space for visual artistry — but it isn’t very practical. Cassettes took music out of the living room and allowed listeners to create mixes of their own, but they are still rather unwieldy. But compact discs, those slick, thin pieces of silicone plastic, brought back the fragility of vinyl and combined it with a new slew of moving parts that made the listening experience even more tenuous: a scratch creates skips, a laser might not read the disk, and a bad hop and knock out the entire mood. Furthermore, while both CDs and mp3s have diminished the value of full albums by allowing the listener to skip through the filler tracks, with an mp3 player, one doesn’t need to fumble through one’s collection while otherwise engaged in activities like, say, driving a car. Compact discs enjoyed over a decade of reign over music formats, but they were the biggest pains in the ass as well.Thankfully, music has finally shed its physical format, and CDs have been resigned to little more than backup discs (and soon, movies will enjoy the same widespread fate). I cheer the demise of the compact disc.

The digitization of music has grown in scope beyond personal use and into the public sphere, where one can display their aural allegiances with an unprecedented ease. This is most obvious on social networking sites, but it also applies in the real world, particularly in the form of digital jukeboxes, which will hopefully consign the old pre-loaded disc boxes to the briny depths.

Why the hate? Because I’m sick of knowing what five songs I’m going to hear when I enter a given bar (and I’m going to throw DJs in this blame pool). My easiest example is going to Yesterdays, and although it has my favorite old school jukebox in town, I’m resigned to hearing Social Distortion’s “Story of My Life” at least once while I’m in there. It probably has much to do with the large amount of bars downtown that the La Crosse scene feels a lot like a segregated lunchroom, where you sit with your own and most people play the same thing. Digital jukeboxes often have the ability to download music from beyond the machine’s sonic presets, and this ability brings a little chaos into the mix and might encourage a little cross-pollenization between the tribes. An expansive catalogue can transform the entire mood of a place in a way that disc jukeboxes often cannot.

Hell, if I ever hear “Uptown Girl” usurp the usual Top 40 metal at Happenings, I will soil myself, and that’s a noble goal to aim for.

For approximately two years during my collegiate days, our gang’s favorite hangout was small upstairs bar whose jukebox was stuffed with the likes of the Grateful Dead, Phish, Dr. Dre, and the Disco Biscuits. That’s a particular musical mix, and the bar drew a particular crowd — all of my friends, mostly. A dollar can go far in a place with strong drinks and 25 minute songs, but I guess my layabout crew wasn’t helping the bottom line enough, so the owners completely remodeled the place. On re-opening night, I waited in line behind a shiny new door, and when I finally got inside I noticed that a touch-screen digital jukebox had replaced our trusty dispenser of CDs. At that exact moment, a new song boomed out over the house speakers: “Toxic” by Brittney Spears.

I actually like that song, but the sorority sisters screamed, my friends dropped their jaws, and I knew that my old bar would never be the same.

That’s the power of a jukebox, the old-school kind whose plays are limited to the selection of the proprietor. It bonds people. When I was a lad, I peered through the glowing glass to watch a robotic arm pluck 45s. I scanned the song titles — some obscure, some favorites — to get a curated history of country & western and soul. As a teen, I showed off my prowess at bowling alleys, plucking jam after jam off the CD jukebox while lifting my nose at the chumps who played “Macarena” for the 10,000th time. Like any machine, you can make a jukebox work for you. Of course, there’s people who fail at it — failures will surround you everywhere — but a real man (or woman; that’s hot) can pluck five dollars worth of gems from any scattered record collection.

In that way, jukeboxes are like life. Your options are limited, it could always be better, and someone else controls the means of production, but there’s no sense in harping on the negatives when you can still build something great. To me, a well-stocked jukebox is a sign that a tavern owner cares. Sure, he could fill it with Party Hits of the 1980s or Matchbox Twenty’s debut and plenty of people would play it, but I actually choose my watering holes by their ability to weed out the riff raff. I hate REO Speedwagon, and with limited exceptions I hate people that like REO Speedwagon, so why would I want to submit myself to either? It’s perfectly democratic, capitalistic, inevitable, and fair: Let the snobs rock around one jukebox and the swine around another.

So praise be the jukebox owner that gets it right. He takes the variable out of an uncertain social scene, and puts the path to coolness at anyone’s fingertips. By offering up an artful mix of albums, he can cultivate his clientele, attracting likeminded folks like Goths to a Marilyn Manson discography. Used in the wrong hands, though, a jukebox can repel. Unlimited downloads are the bane of good taste, and the Play Me Now feature strikes me as everything that’s wrong with America. I can only remember using that jump-to-the-head-of-the-line function once, the last time I visited my formerly favorite college bar. If memory serves, I dialed up a 48 minute “Dark Star” and walked out.

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By Briana Rupel

briana.rupel@secondsupper.com While enjoying a refreshing pint at one of my favorite locales, there's nothing worse to me than silence. Actually, I take that back. The sleazy douchebag who views a woman's solitude as a shrill cry for companionship in the form of lame jokes and cliched come-ons indeed tops the list. But whether I'm doing a crossword by myself or catching up with friends, I need to hear music at a bar — music that I will gladly guide a few dollars into a machine for.

Step into any bar in La Crosse and it's quite probable you'll find a jukebox. In fact, I can only name a few that don't have them. Where gaudy, stocky cabinets with an aura of color beaming out in enticement used to abound, many have been replaced with sleek bodies more true to today's technological fads, complete with touch screens and sometimes even huge monitors to show the video of the song that's playing. Interestingly enough, when I mentioned to friends, co-workers, and a few strangers that I was embarking on a quest to find La Crosse's best jukeboxes, they all pointed me in the same direction: four bars in La Crosse that haven't bought into the draw of the digital. It was time to eagerly dissect La Crosse's finest old-school music machines.

To begin my adventure, I took a ride up to the North side in the late afternoon and popped into JB's Speakeasy, a place I already remembered as having one of the most wellrounded selections in the area.

"We've got a lot of underground stuff," said JB's owner Jeff Brennen. "It's not like turning on the radio and hearing super hits of the '70s."

While a classic Marty Robbins track played, prompting a couple of the patrons to sing along half-jokingly in their best low, booming voices, I flipped through the albums. There's the artists you'd expect in a bar that showcases heavy rock and hip-hop shows on the weekends — Pantera, Tool, Dr. Dre, Radiohead — but tucked into the pages are some surprises like Billie Holiday, The Temptations, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, and — to my delight — the first two Fiona Apple albums which have been favorites of mine since junior high days.

Adding to the uniqueness of this particular jukebox is the inclusion of a great number of local and regional artists, a fact that Brennan is obviously proud of: He excitedly pointed them all out to me. There's La Crosse favorites like Smokin' Bandits, Porcupine, Moon Boot Posse, and Sowbelly Bitchhog. There's 20 Dollar Love from Burnsville, Minn., DroidsAttack from Madison, and two albums from The Steepwater Band, who make the trip up from Chicago to regularly rock JB's. The abundance of local love alone makes this jukebox shoot to the top of

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the list, plus you could never find all of these bands on a downloadable machine.

While Brennan is telling me how he always considers requests from co-workers and regulars, making changes to his box often, I spot an album with only four tracks on it called "Welcome to Sky Valley" by Kyuss, a group I wasn't familiar with.

"What's this?!" I interrupted, wondering why this four-track album is wasting space on such a killer selection.

"Ah," Brennan smiled, "that's what I like to call the value album." He explained that even though the last track is only 30 seconds long (rip off!) the rest have three songs per track, allowing you to get more for your money (as well as dominate the machine. Score!)

As I sipped on my expertly made Bloody Mary (cheers to Tyler for one of the best. Ever.) and took some notes, I asked Brennan and a handful of his cohorts what their own favorite selections in the bar were. It proved too tough of a question.

"I will say this, though" said Skip, another bartender. "One of the most popular ones is the Garden State Soundtrack." Huh. Who knew? Just another surprise booming from the jukebox at JB's.

Next, I headed back downtown and strolled into one of my most frequented bars, Yesterdays. Greeted by Marvin Gaye's "Sexual Healing" I grabbed a pint of Franziskaner and made my way to the glowing machine. I recalled a night months prior, where I approached the jukebox, money in hand, intent on playing a few tracks from my favorite Digable Planets album.

I couldn't find it. I scanned through the entire selection three times, convinced I was just too imbibed to see it in front of me. Nope, it was gone. I proceeded to strut up to the bar and drunkenly started venting to the bartender, who stared blankly back at me, innocent of the deletion. Oops.

Now I've started to come to terms with the fact that the only bar I had ever been to in my entire life that had Digable Planets on their jukebox had gotten rid of it. And I have to admit, Daze still has a kick-ass jukebox. One of the highlights is a plethora of mix CDs by different employees and regular customers. Most of them even created their own artwork to serve as the cover, by way of photographs, doodles, and even Windows Paintbrush. (Classic mix tape prowess!) Titles like "Loud is All That Counts" and "Shut the Fuck Up and Like Them" showcase picks ranging from Dean Martin to KMFDM to Death Cab for Cutie, and even a song off of the Karate Kid soundtrack. Being able to scroll through and see your bartenders' favorite songs is simply fun, and it adds to the

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Del's Bar already tight-knit community that Yesterdays has by creating another connection between server and patron.

Though Yesterdays is pegged as a punk bar, and their music selection rightfully fits that, some of the bands featured on the jukebox are so obscure, that you'd have to be an aficionado of the genre to find something new to play everytime. This results in a lot of the same songs being repeated again and again simply because they're so user-friendly. Tunes by Beastie Boys, Rage, Outkast, and Johnny Cash dominate way over the likes of Fugazi or the Good Year Pimps, to the point of frustrating some regulars I spoke with. Still, that's not to say the jukebox isn't fantastic. Almost every one of those people who said too many songs get overplayed still name Yesterdays' jukebox as their favorite in town. And when the masses speak, you have to listen.

With the weekly Second Supper meeting looming, I hopped on my bike and cruised to The Cavalier, now conveniently located next to our brand spankin' new office, for a quick pick-me-up. Apparently great minds think alike because two of my co-workers were bellied up to the bar as well. Their jukebox is nestled in an inviting nook, with two chairs placed neatly in front of it, ensuring comfort as guests make their selections. As I ordered a drink, Brett got the first look.

"Eh, there are a couple of knocks," he

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The Cavalier shouted back, citing albums by Nickelback, Kid Rock, Jack Johnson, and a two disc set entitled "Mullets Rock."

"But even the Mullets Rock songs are good," he continued. "I can only really knock it because of the cover. Kid Rock still sucks though."

Fair enough. It was my turn at the helm.

After nearly gagging at a greatest hits collection by Barenaked Ladies, I forged on to better waters. The selection is fairly decent, save for those few. Nat King Cole sits adjacent to Cher, and there were classic '70s necessities by Willie Nelson, Led Zeppelin and CCR. Bill Withers as well as The Flaming Lips also gratefully made an appearance. Though the jukebox was good, it wasn't anything spectacular. Perhaps the most

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By Shuggypop Jackson shuggypop.jackson@secondsupper.com When I was a kid, I remember watching Harlem Globetrotters games on TV. Meadowlark Lemon would goof around with Howard Cosell, and Curly Neal dribbled the ball in all sorts of fancy ways inspiring millions of kids to attempt to mimic his flow. This was the '70s, and the Globetrotters were at the height of their popularity. They even had their own Saturday morning cartoon. Meadowlark Lemon was a household name, and I remember going to see his spinoff team, the Bucketeers play in La Crosse on my brother’s birthday where some guy did a slam-dunk that shattered the backboard. In the era before Magic, Bird and Jordan, the Globetrotters were the flashiest thing in town on the hardwood.

When the chance came for me to go see the modern version of the Globetrotters at the La Crosse Center, I figured, sure, why not? My press pass got my courtside, right next to the team’s water bucket, so close I could clearly make out the tattoos covering several of the players arms and overhear their conversations. It became clear to me pretty quickly that these weren’t the Globetrotters of my childhood. Sure they still rocked out in the red white and blue uniforms to Sweet Georgia Brown, but more often than not, Eazy E and Lil' Wayne were blasting over the house PA. The new ringleader, a guy who went by the name Big Easy, lead a cast of guys with names like Sweat Pea, Skyscraper, Bull, and Airplane. They brought some of the ball handling flash and choreographed passes that older versions of the team had, but I don’t think I saw one jump shot the entire game. Everything was a dunk, and in the era of high-flying human highlight reels like LeBron and Kobe, their dunks weren’t exactly worthy of SportsCenter’s Plays of the Day. I swear they used to throw up half court shots that were nothing but net and had a host of trick shots. But this isn’t a nostalgia trip about how the game has changed.This is more about how I saw dozens of kids with brand new basketballs

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bought from the merchandise table trying to dribble through their legs oblivious to anybody around them. And of more interest to me, these kids often had some smoking hot moms.

We’re talking about a Molly Nichols level of hot. Who knew that a Globetrotter game was ground zero for MILFs? And more importantly, where do all you cougars hang out when not taking your kids to a rather expensive night of family entertainment? I think Shuggypop needs to do some investigative journalism to get to the bottom of this mystery.

Now, it was somewhat hard to focus on the basketball game with all this eye candy scattered throughout the half filled La Crosse Center. While Big Easy cracked the same jokes he must have said enough times that it haunts him in his sleep and performed shenanigans like pulling down one of the Washington General’s

pants or throwing a bucket of confetti at the crowd, I often found myself distracted by the babes that were there in abundance. Something I particularly got a kick out of had to do with the three girls working the alcohol stand on the main floor. One of them could easily pass for a model, and if she isn’t one, my photographer for the night El Jefe commented to me during half time that he wanted to go take her picture. The thing I found so entertaining about them was I counted 18 of 23 times when there wasn’t anybody else ordering, when a guy would go to get a drink, they would beeline it for her instead of the other two ladies who were just a few feet away willing to serve them.

When a woman was buying the drink, it was any of the three equally. If you are out there reading this, hot girl who sells booze at the La Crosse Center, please send me an email of the cheesiest ways guys try to chat you up while you are working and we’ll print them in this paper. I suspect there are plenty of them.

But back to the Globetrotters. Something I learned while researching them to write this article is when they were started on the

South Side of Chicago in the 1920s. They said they were from Harlem to have the mystique of the epicenter of black culture that existed back then during the Harlem Renaissance years. The Globetrotters became a big draw on the barnstorming circuit of the Roaring '20s, perhaps rivaling the Charleston and jazz music for entertainment value. The Globetrotters were also somewhat responsible for helping to break the color line in the NBA. In 1948 and 1949, the Globetrotters twice beat the league champion Minnesota Lakers lead by George Milkan. This helped spur the first professional black player in 1950. During the Civil Rights years in the '60s, the Globetrotters, who were owned by a white guy, took some heat for Tomming it up for white audiences, which seems somewhat ironic to me considering what they have done to help break color lines. Regardless, they have performed to audiences in close to 120 countries around the world and got to hang out with people like Pope John Paul II, Nelson Mandela, Henry Kissinger, Jesse Jackson, Bob Hope and Whoopi Goldberg, all honorary Globetrotters. Bill Cosby inked a lifetime contract with them in 1972 that pays him a dollar a year, though in 1986 at the height of the Cosby Show fame, he got a raise to $1.05. But even better than any of that, I can’t help but imagine the vast assortment of yummy mommies they’ve entertained.

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unique CD I saw was a compilation of Big Band hits, featuring timeless artists like Benny Goodman and Count Basie. This particular album seemed to fit the vibe of The Cavalier the most, as I imagined tapping a high-heeled foot in time with Glenn Miller while sipping a gin gimlet or one of the bar's famous (and cheap!) martinis.

Oh well, it would have to wait for another time.

I had a meeting to attend.

Last on the list was Del's Bar, so I grabbed a partner-in-crime and we enjoyed the revitalized spring air on the walk down 3rd Street. To start off, we listened to a mix perfect for reminiscing: The Band, Prince, and Fleetwood Mac. This jukebox has a lot of what you could call "hippie music." In fact, there's a mix tucked inside with the exact same title. I started to wonder if all the drawn out Phish or Dead songs ever got to be too long for some to handle.

Shaenna, who was serving up our beer this particular night, quickly put my thoughts to rest.

"There's nothing that comes on where I'm like 'Fuuuck, I have to listen to this,'" she explained. "It's just a fun mix!"

At a joint where you see the bartenders dancing more than you see them standing still, the mix better be fun. And it is! There's an '80s/'90s mix CD from Tami, the manager, that ranges from Culture Club to Warren G. There's discs from classic favorites like Dave Matthews Band and Stone Temple Pilots to more obscure, yet highly grooveable, Leftover Salmon and Groove Armada. Even Bran Van 3000 makes an appearance, a band from Montreal who's been around since '97, but whom I only recently became familiar with. Like JB's, local bands make a presence here too, namely a solo album from Cheech, who frequently plays at the bar, and his group The Smokin' Bandits.

There's also an expertly molded two disc set named "Essential Michael Jackson," a treat for this girl, who traded her Lisa Frank Trapper Keeper for a Michael Jackson cassette tape in third grade.

The music cache at Del's isn't one fit for drowning your sorrows with whiskey at a seedy bar. It's one you'd want to take with you on a cross-country summer road trip with your best friend. It's windows down, feet bare, horizon far away fun.

With the list complete, I went back to Yesterdays intent on making a few last notes while waiting for a cab. That's when I heard it come booming from the speakers:

"Basketball Joooones! I got a basketball Joooones! I got a basketball Jones, ooh baby, ooh ooh ooooh..."

I recognized it immediately and couldn't believe my ears. My brother and I used to beg my dad to play this all of the time when we were kids. Yes, my father has Cheech and Chong on vinyl.

"This is on the jukebox?!" I asked Brady, who works the door at the bar.

"Yeah," he laughed. "It's a secret track!"

He continued, explaining that one of the regulars has a secret track on his mix, one that won't just play following a long pause after the final track, rather one you have to physically punch in a certain number for. I ended the jukebox tour of La Crosse still chuckling to myself in the cab home. Yesterdays! How delightfully quirky and clandestine! You just bumped up a notch in my book. Now, can I have Digable Planets back?

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n Wisconsin, one would think that charging only $20 ($25 on the day of the event) for all the craft beer, wine and cheese samples you can shove down your gullet can be a recipe for bankruptcy. On Saturday, April 25 the Between the Bluffs Beer, Wine and Cheese Festival plans to do just that. A portion of proceeds from the event will go to a La Crosse area non-profit.

This year, the Big Brothers and Big Sisters of the 7 Rivers Region will be the recipient of such funds. The festival provides a four-hour home on the Southside Oktoberfest grounds for astute aficionados and sad souses alike to sample beverages from area breweries and wineries.

“The timing of the festival was to shut the door on winter and open the door on summer,” says Randy Hughes, Brewmaster of City Brewery, member of the festival’s planning commission and co-chair of the Homebrew Contest Subcommittee. Since Hughes’ efforts in the early days of the festival, the Coulee Region’s collective palette has proven sophisticated enough to foster the continued growth of the event.

Now in its seventh year, the festival initially started in the parking lot of City Brewery, featuring 12 breweries and over 60 varieties of beer to sample. The event on the 25th has grown to include over 28 breweries as well as 12 wineries.

Craft brewed beers — a definition that varies, but is generally refers to beers made in limited quantity — have begun to enjoy a significant gain in market share of the past few years. The gains have been so strong that even giant, non-craft breweries are beginning to offer craft options. SABMiller purchased Leinenkugel’s, but left the Chippewa Falls craft operation largely untouched. Budweiser has hopped (no pun intended) on the craft train through numerous offerings, the most obvious of which being their dry-hopped — a process where hops are added purely for aroma — American Ale.

The Between the Bluffs brewery list is a testament to the incredible brewing strength of the Midwest. Far from the easily known, brewers are hailing from River Falls (Rush River), Mt. Horeb (Grumpy Troll), Potosi, Lake Mills (Tyranena), Black River Falls (Sand Creek) and more. Each brewery seems to bring a battery of the “standard” craft brews that every company seems to need these days, such as India pale (IPA) or brown ales, clear lagers and rich stouts. However, each brewery also brings their bold experimentations, either delving into a rarely heard-of style, as seen in Sprecher Brewing Company’s “Black Bavarian” (Schwarzbier) or a wild new recipe, such as Leftbridge Brewing’s “Biscotti” — a high-alcohol, holiday

beer that includes anise, honey and “grains of paradise.” Such a festival creates an excellent environment for experiment and human guinea pig to meet.

Wine has also begun to establish some beachheads in the Germanic beer-drinking tradition of La Crosse. Area businesses such as Unwine’d, Java Vino and Wine Guys have been finding success in educating the local populace on these grape-based concoctions, through charitable functions and regular tastings.

Though many of the wineries at the festival are California-based, attendees will be delighted to see wineries from Viroqua (Vernon), Fountain City (Seven Hawks), Highland (Spurgeon), New Lisbon (Burr Oak) and Stockholm (Maiden Rock) Wisconsin. Much like the beers, these vineyards are often forced to provide varietals that are not too adventurous, but an event like this gives vineyards and connoisseurs alike the opportunity to push their palates’ limits.

In addition to the growth of participating breweries and vineyards, this year also marks the first-annual home beer brewing competition.

Allowing only ale styles — a beer characterized by top-fermenting yeast strains that thrive in warmer temperatures — 24 area home brewers are set to be judged by Hughes and Joe Katchever of Pearl Street Brewery.

The winner will be announced at the start of the festivities.

Plans are already being made to introduce a wine making contest for next year’s festival.

I asked some of the organizer of the event what kind of crowd this event generally drew.

Were they the quintessential beer snob, like our venerable executive editor, who maintains a cache of beer related adjectives including “peppery,” “estery,” “mouthfeel,” and “hoppie”?

Were there many of the average, 12-Pack-ofIndustrial-Brew beer drinker? “The festivals draw both crowds, but it is great to introduce ‘the average beer drinker’ to the world of craft brews and wines,” says Clarissa Bates of the La Crosse Area Visitors and Convention Bureau (LAVCB)

As a self-professed beer snob and home brewer, I lamented the paradox of the craft brewer — men and women who toiled to make magnificent specimens of beer have to scramble to make ends meet in a market share still dominated by SABMiller, Molson-Coors and InBev-Anheueser-Busch. Bates offers a beaming light of optimism to my cynical interpretation.

“That choice is made by the consumer whose decisions are based on marketing campaigns and awareness. Beer festivals are designed to educate consumers and to convey the message that you should enjoy beer and learn to pair it correctly with food,” she says, “Beer should

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Reviews: Your Guide to Consumption Hop Hound Amber Wheat Michelob Brewing Company St. Louis, Missouri

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Review There are times when I wonder if the American beer-buying public actually knows what hops are. Shocking, I know — and I don’t direct this missive towards any readers of this column, who no doubt have a great affinity and appreciation for beer’s bittering bite — but really, when I see some of the marketing pitches from the nation’s largest brewers, I’m convinced they think we’re all just saps. Lately I’ve been enraged by commercials airing for Miller Light, which does have some virtues (light, prevalent, made Miller Park possible), but “hoppie” is not among them. Still, most every time I watch a sporting event, some deep-voiced announcer brags about how the beer is “triple hopped” for my enjoyment. Sha, right! Now I see that Michelob is peddling a Hop Hound ale, probably to recapture market share from the booming microbrew scene — whose success is at least partially owed to innovative hopping techniques. I suppose I can excuse a beer whose label features a cartoon dog in sunglasses for taking some advertising liberties, but to market this brew to hop hounds? That’s just barking up the wrong tree.

What Michelob has here is a perfectly fine amber ale. The color is actually quite impressive, an opaque tawny amber with cool swirling yeast, and the head foams up high and sticks around for minutes. But when I lift it to the nose,

it smells like — well, it doesn’t really smell like Appearance: 8 anything. I searched and searched, but all I could Aroma: 2 detect was a faint graininess that’s inherent to Taste: 6 most macrobrews.

While hoppie beers will Mouthfeel: 5 have a sharp first sip, the Hop Hound seeps in like Drinkability: 6 an unrushed wheat beer, smooth but unremarkable. In more adventurTotal: 27 ous hands, the caramel malts could blend nicely with the banana-y wheat, but here the taste is fleeting, almost accidental. The mouthfeel is on the thin side, yet it’s crisp and highly drinkable, especially for warmer months. That crisp flavor is actually surprising, a testament to the hops that were theretofore hidden in the middle-ofthe-road mix. And it’s a shame, too, since the ingredients seem quality and a hoppie/amber/ wheat would actually be a bold new style. In the hands of Anheuser-Busch InBev, though, it’s the marketers that are most inventive. They opt to sell a beer on hops, when it’s the less sexy but perfectly tasty wheat that carries the brew.

— Adam Bissen

Misty Valley Perhaps you will recall a review from weeks ago, an Ethiopian Yirga Cheffe. This week, I’ll give you the skinny on a coffee that’s from the same region (Yirga Cheffe), but this one is from a town in that region that uses a different type of processing method.This week’s Ethiopian Idido Misty Valley from Coulee Region Coffee Roasters is exceptional in that it is a high-quality dry-processed bean. Most beans from this region are wet-processed, which means that the coffee cherries are milled with water and machines to separate the ripe from the unripe.

The wet-processing method results in a bean that can produce a cleaner cup, with fewer or less noticeable notes of earthiness.

The dry method, on the other hand, is much more easy-going. The cherries are allowed to dry in the sun.

Once dried, the fruity protective layer around the beans is removed; the beans are sorted visually, either as cherries or later as green beans. This method is a lot easier to screw up, and a truly good dry-processed coffee is hard to come by. Au contraire, says Misty Valley. Mavericks of the coffee business, the folks at this estate start with only ripe cherries and dry them in a more orderly fashion than is typical of dry-process. They use the same

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density-sorting techniques as wet-processed coffees, and the result is incredible.They showcase the traditional moka flavor representative of other Ethiopian coffees, but it’s much cleaner. The earthiness is toned down, which allows the chocolate-fruit fusion to really shine.

Interestingly, the fruit flavor in this coffee doesn’t require the brew to be delicate, as other fruity coffees do.

This coffee is dominated by blueberry flavor that is easily supported by a rich scaffolding of full body, nice acidity, and smoothness. The intensity of this brew is rare, and it’s all thanks to the hand-picked excellence of the farmers back in Idido. Speaking of the farmers — they sure are getting a fair price for these gems. A typical pound of Ethiopian beans goes for $1.80, but the Misty Valley beans go for $3.50 per pound! Because these beans are precious, they are in short supply. They won’t be sold in stores — check out couleecoffee. com to get some. If you want a coffee that gives you the satisfaction of devouring a fresh blueberry pie in a cup, this is the one for you, but you better get it before it’s gone.

— Amber Miller

Oh hi, right now I am listening to an mp3 playlist on a music blog. This seems to be the latest trend for these sites that do album reviews and music news in the world of indie music. These playlists let you sample the obscure band that was given a 9.2 rating on their latest album. Indie music has been the big thing this past decade in the 18 to 35 demographic, taking over soundtracks and commercials geared towards this group. Without the guidance of the major label marketing department telling the masses what to listen to on top 40 radio, indie music can be somewhat overwhelming at first, you don’t know how to begin finding music you might like in the sea of bands you’ve never heard of, and some of us may not even know what indie means, so I’m going to do my best to make it less intimidating. Think of indie rock as college basketball. For starters, the game is more exciting and less glossed over in both.

In the NCAA, you have teams that win every year, such as Duke, UCLA and Kansas. In indie rock, these would be the more successful record labels, such as Matador, Sub Pop and Thrill Jockey. Decent teams that are somewhat out of the spotlight, such as Gonzaga or Xavier, are similar to smaller labels like Secret Canadian or Drag City. You get into Division II and III, these teams are the tiny labels. These could be fun for a Friday night, but they probably aren’t going to do this for a career or become household names (i.e. La Crosse bar bands or UWL). The players on the teams are similar to the

bands. The powerhouse teams, North Carolina and Connecticut for example, are always big draws that get the top studs. Same goes for the bigger indie labels, like Sub Pop (in truth, it all comes down to $$$ to recruit and giving a larger platform for superstardom).Think of the individual albums as the player’s stats who are hoping to be good enough to attract the attention of the NBA so as to get the big bucks.

The NBA would be the major record labels, such as Warner Bros, MCA and Sony. It’s often considered selling out for an indie band to sign with a major label, but who really is going to turn down millions? Anyways, the secret to indie music lies in the record label. If you hear something you like, see what label it’s on, and then look that label up online. They will have a roster of bands with a similar sound that you will probably like as well, the same way Coach K recruits players that fit his style of coaching. You could sign up to get email updates on these label’s newest releases if you really want to be on top of the game of finding new indie music. Or if you’re really geeked out, you could get a job like mine where these labels send you prerelease promo copies of their albums hot off the press to hopefully give some hype (this is where the above mentioned taste making music blogs come into play) with the goal of creating the next big buzz band for you to illegally download.

— Shuggypop Jackson

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The most annoying thing about this album — aside from Glasvegas’ singer sounding like he has jumper cables attached to his junk, or his liberal appropriation of musical kitsch like “You Are My Sunshine” or “Silent Night” into the songs — is that the majority of the songs on this album never deviate from one or two musical keys. Most everything found on this album is in C major or E major, only differing in how many kick beats come down before the snares hit. The whining, however, is rock-constant.

The mood I get from this disc is one of contrived high school movie triumph, telling the tale of a misfit made good, his fist freeze framed in the sky. A similar band that quickly comes to mind in this vein is VHS or Beta, an electro/dance/rock outfit with a similar sad bastard singing style, though that band’s music is actually rhythmic and diverse enough to allow one to forgive its singer’s occasional yelps.

If there is a track to listen to, it’s “Go Square Go.” The song comes from the same

Medium: Album Stimuli: Glasvegas Anno: 2008

in vitro plant as most of the other songs, but at least its rhythm is catchy and not the usual shambling mess that marks the rest of the litter.

The vocals as well are a little more inspired.

There is a singular and really weird moment on the disc that throws out the teen angst formula and replaces it with something even more insipid. The gem is called “Stabbed,” and its subject is free of metaphor or allegory.

While the pianos of “Moonlight Sonata” cycle and echo in the background, a would-be orator rambles poetically about getting the knife.

The whole thing is as coherent as listening to a drunken sailor weep. The lifting of “Moonlight Sonata” is so artlessly and shamelessly done that what could be merely ridiculous is instead inexcusable.

This is a stupid, monotonous record that plays upon its audience’s sense of nostalgia and isn’t skilled enough to profit off the exploitation. Dick Vernon would give this album the horns.

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Film

Future Sons by Noah Singer

Adventureland (2009) Director: Greg Mottola Cast: Jesse Eisenberg, Kristen Stewart, Ryan Reynolds Writer: Greg Mottola

Movies about unattractive, intelligent introverts who by some act of the Almighty hook up with the girl of their dreams really piss me off. Maybe it's the powder keg of jealousy containing a lifetime of rejections ignited by Adventureland's portrayal on film of what would never pass muster in real life, but something inside me can't permit my willing suspension of disbelief to function properly in the face of a plot consisting of such illogical jabberwocky.

I can imagine, for example, a robot traveling back through time to assassinate someone, but I can't wrap my head around a penniless, studdering geek with the phrase, "Oh shucks," perpetually plastered on his face scoring dates with the two — count 'em, two — hottest coworkers at his place of employment.

I also can't believe that writer/director Greg Mottola couldn't make Adventureland funnier. He somehow depletes the inexhaustible joke mine of shitty summer jobs, no small feet considering he supposedly based the film on a real-life job he once held. What starts out as a collection of humorous scenarios about a group of friends during one crazy summer in Pittsburgh turns quickly into a bullshit love story. At times painfully slow, most of Adven-

tureland's dull plot goes nowhere fast as if stuck on a treadmill. We've seen this kind of stagnant plot before, most recently in The Wackness (2008); but even that movie showed a little inspired flare at times. Adventureland, however, has little to offer beyond scene after scene of Eisenberg's confidence-deprived pussy shrugging his shoulders with his hands in his back pockets while stammering, "Oh shucks."

"Gee golly whillickers," Eisenberg says to himself, all while bummed-out, hopelessly-tortured Kristen Stewart (how many characters like this has she played before?) brushes Eisenberg off, sleeps with older men, and generally feels sorry for herself. So you've got a movie with two main characters who have no self-esteem, and who waste time by talking around issues and conflicts just so Mottola can make his wannabe '80s teen romantic-comedy unbearably long. And on top of that, Adventureland plays host to some of the most excruciating dialogue this side of the asteroid belt. Most of the time, when you write a screenplay, the idea is to not make the audience want to reach through the screen and strangle the main character. The botched Adventureland is an exception.

— Nick Cabreza

Better Off Dead (1985) Directed by: Savage Steve Holland Starring: John Cusack, Curtis “Booger” Armstrong Written by: Savage Steve Holland

One fantasy that has grown too cool for its own good is the vampire. Not that this is anything new; vampires have been kicking around in our nightmares since well before Bram Stoker, but as with pirates, the public has done its best to sanitize the myth and make the monsters as pretty and vacant as Calvin Klein models. Anne Rice’s vampire novels were grossly oversaturated with horned-up Francophiles, giving the rape fantasy enough glamour to stick.

Still, Anne Rice’s spook show isn’t a fraction as inane and vacuous as the new teenage-driven breed of vampire. “OMG, Vlad, Hot Topic’s got a 2 for 1 sale on Fall Out Boy t-shirts! Put on your sunblock, beotch, and let’s hit the mall!”

You know what needs to make a comeback? The bald, ugly, sewer-dwelling Nosferatu.

Put that guy in a high school. Have him hobble down the halls wearing a potato sack, trying to chum up to the cool kids. “You guys heard the new Jonas Brothers album? It’s killer!” That’s

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a crossover worth seeing, Count Orlock getting a wedgie from the football team. Pulling his head out of a urine-filled toilet. Putting on a powdered wig and ascot and hauling the class uggo to Prom. They can frantically hump afterwards in the backseat of his hearse before he comes down with a case of Premature Coagulation. “That’s never happened to me before, I swear!”

Then at the end, the Nosferatu saves the day when he skis the K-12 on one ski, while Van Helsing trails him on a bicycle, stake raised aloft in one hand, screaming “TWO DOLLARS!”

Now that’s a vampire! Some clever jackass, inevitably, would name the tale “Better Off Undead,” but as long as Booger from “Revenge of the Nerds” — or better yet, Clint Howard – plays the High School Nosferatu, I’ll be a happy guy!

— Brett Emerson

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I'm Jonesin' for a Crossword

Maze Efflux by Erich Boldt

"Triple Threats"--five names, one unusual pattern.

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8 Frodo's film series, to fans 9 "Well, lookie here!"

10 Lust, so it's said 11 Little piggy 12 Log home 13 Salad with apples and grapes 18 Baseball feature 20 Floating at sea 23 Eeyore's pal 24 Overcast 25 Pitcher Fernandez 28 Dr. Frankenstein's assistant 29 Rides around town 31 Memo abbr.

32 Not many 33 Affectedly dainty 34 Bunches 36 Canning needs 37 Sen. Bayh 38 It's paid yearly for transportation 39 They're read by lasers 42 Property claim

44 Armless couches 45 Red blood cell deficiency 46 Peer-to-peer MP3 network 49 Unkind look 50 Jerry Stiller's comedy partner Anne 52 "Letters, ___ letters..." ("Late Show" mailbag song lyric) 53 The last two were in St. Paul in 2008 and NYC in 2004 54 Title role for Julia 55 Teary-___ 56 J.F.K.'s successor 57 Peruvian singer Sumac 58 ___ de plume 2009 Jonesin' Crosswords (editor@jonesincrosswords.com) For answers to this puzzle, call: 1-900226-2800, 99 cents per minute. Must be 18+. Or to bill to your credit card, call: 1-800-655-6548.

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Alpine Inn Animal W5715 BlissHouse rd.

110 3rd st.

Alumni 620 Gillette st.

Beef & Etc.

1203 La Crosse st.

Barrel Inn 2005 West ave.

Barrel Inn 2005 West ave.

Beef & Etc. 1203 La Crosse st.

Brothers The Cavalier 306 st.

114 Pearl 5th ave.

Big Al’s 115 S 3rd st.

The Cavalier Chances 114 5th ave. R 417 Jay st.

CheapShots 318 318 Pearl Pearl st. st.

Chuck’s

1101 1101 La La Crosse Crosse st. st.

Coconut Joe’s 223 Pearl st.

Sunday

Monday

ALLfor NEW! 3 games $5 starts at 8 p.m. text

3 games for $5 starts Arenaat 8 p.m.

bucket special $2.00 Domestic Silos $2.50 Jack Daniel Mixers $2.00 Goldschlager

Beer Pong $7.00 w/dog 4Italian Cansbeef 8-close meal: $6.69 Pizza Puff meal: $4.49 2 for 1 cans &

bottles during 2 for 1 bottles and cans Packer games during the game 2.25 for mini pitcher

closed free pitcher of beer or soda with large pizza 12 - 7:

2-4-1 rails $2.50 beers

Buck Night starts at 6 p.m. to 83361

Bud Night 6 - CL: bottles $1$1.75 Domestic Taps $2$5 Craft Import Taps pitchers $2.50 Vodka Mixers $1 Shot Menu $7 22oz tbone 16oz top sirloin 9.75 sutffed sirloin 8 jack daniels tips 8 $1 shots of meatball sandwich Doctor, cherry doctor - 8-cl meal: $6.69 Happy hour 4-6 $1.75 cans, $2 mix drinks 2 Chicago dogs meal:

$5.891/4 barrel

giveaway Buck Burgers 8-11 $1 burgers 1/4 Barrel giveaway during Monday night meatballfootball sandwich

$2.50 Select imports/craft Beers $2.50 Top shelf Mixers $2 Mich Golden bottles

3 games for $5 starts at 7 p.m. for specials

Import Ladies drink night free Rails and Domestic starts at 7Light p.m.Tap Beer 9-11pm on the Dance Floor

Happy Hour64-p.m.

CL- 9 p.m. M-F $2 $2.50 DomesticSparks Silos $2.50 Premium Silos $2.50 Three Olive Mixers $2. Goldschlager

$1 softshell tacos $1 shots of meal: doctor, Italian beef cherry $6.69 doctor Chicago chili dog: $3.89 Bucket Night 6 beers

for $9meal: Italian beef $6.15 Chicago chili dog: $3.45 Thirsty

(rocks only)

77 -- CL CL Tequila’s Tequila’s chips chips & & salsa, salsa, $2 $2 Coronas, Coronas, $2.50 $2.50 Mike’s, Mike’s, Mike-arita Mike-arita

$3.00 Domestic Pitchers, $2.00 Shots of Cuervo, $3 Pitchers 1.75 Rails Rumpleminz, Goldschlager

Mexican Monday Guys'$2.00 Nite Corona, out 1.50 silos Corona Light, Cuervo

AUCD Taps and Rails

25 cent hot wings $1 shots of Dr. 25 cent wings Dollar

domestic pitchers barrel parties at cost $4.50 domestic pitchers Pitcher and Pizza $10

77 -- midnight midnight Ladies: Ladies: 22 for for 11 Guys: $1.50 Guys: $1.50 Coors Coors and and Kul Kul Light Light bottles bottles $.50 domestic taps, $1 microbrews, $3 domestic $.50 taps Domestic 3.00 pitchers, pitchers $6 microbrew pitchers

$2 $2Tuesdays, Tuesdays, including including $2 $2 bottles, bottles, import import taps, taps, beer beer pong, pong, apps, apps, single single shot shot mixers, mixers, featured featured shots, shots, and and 50 50 cent cent taps taps

WING WING NIGHT-$1.25/LB NIGHT-$1.25/LB BUFFALO, BUFFALO,SMOKEY SMOKEY BBQ, BBQ,PLAIN PLAIN $1.00 $1.00 PABST PABSTAND AND PABST PABST LIGHT LIGHT BOTTLES$1.50 BOTTLES$1.50 ROLLING ROLLING ROCK ROCK BOTTLES BOTTLES $2.25 $2.25 BUD BUD LIGHTS LIGHTS $1.00 $1.00 SHOT SHOT OF OFTHE THEWEEK WEEK

Wristband Night Wristband Night $5$5COLLEGE I.D. COLLEGE I.D. $9$9general public general public Karaoke Karaoke $1 shot $1 shot specials specials

7-CL:night football domestic beer: $1.50 $1.50 domestic Mexican beer:rails $2.00 pints, $1.50

7-CL: chicken $1.50 domestic primavera pints, $1.50 rails

7-CL: shrimp $1.50 domestic pints, burrito $2 craft pints, $1.50 rails

FiestaHollow Mexicana Fox 5200 Mormon Coulee

chicken & veggie fajitasown Build your for Mary two Bloody 16oz Mug - $4.00

football night domestic beer:Pizza $1.50 Homemade Mexican beer: $2.00 & PItcher of Beer

127 dr. st.

1128Marina La Crosse

9-clNBC Mary night. (Night Bloody Before Class) $3 pitchspecials ers of the beast - 2 4-9 p.m.

Happy10 Hour

Football Sunday $1.75 domestic JB’s Speakeasy 11-7 happy hour, free The Helm 717 Rose st. food,bottles $1.50 bloody, 1/2

108 3rd st

price pitchers DTB

Arterial

$1.50 U call domestics and rails

1003 16th st 16

All week, 3-6:

$5.99 $5.99 gyro gyro fries fries & & soda soda

1908 Campbell rd.

Huck Finn’s Howie's

$9.00

9-cl$3.50 Domestic pitchers $1.75 domestic bottles

HAPPY HOUR 6 AM - 9 AM

beer pong 6 p.m. $8.95 cans16 oz steak

free wings 6 p.m. - 9 p.m.

Buy Buy one one gyro gyro get get one one half half price price

free free baklava, baklava, ice ice cream cream or or sundae sundae with with meal meal

most

buy one get one Domestic $2.00 Malibu, $2.50 Jaeger, beerJaeger ('til 6 Bombs p.m.) $3.00 Holmen Meat Locker Jerky Raffle

live live DJ DJ $1 shot $1 shot specials specials Ask 2server 3-9: for 1 for details domestic bottles and rail drinks

OPEN-CL $2 U "Call" it

Ask server for details

$14.95 Steak and Golf HAPPY May HOUR (begins 7)

HAPPY HOUR 3 - 8 $8.95 16 oz. steak $8.95 1/2 lb. fish platter

$1.25 $1.25 domestic domestic taps taps buy buy one one burger burger get get one one half half price price $1.75 bottles/cans

Karaoke Karaoke

GREEK GREEK ALL ALL DAY DAY buy buy one one appetizer appetizer appetizer half price appetizer half price get get one one half half price price with meal with meal 9-cl -$2 captain mixers, $2 bottles/cans, $3 jager bombs

9-cl $2 bacardi mixers, $2 domestic pints, $1.50 shots blackberry brandy

HAPPY HOUR 5 - 7

All day (everyday!) $1.75 domesticspecials $1.25 Old Style Light bottles

Check our ad for specials

$1.50 LAX Lager/Light $1 shots of Dr.

$2 Domestic Bottles and Cans

12 - 7 cents off items

$2.50 JUMBO CAPTAIN AND FLAVORED FLAVORED BACARDI MIXERS BACARDI MIXERS $3.00 JAGER BOMBS $3.00 JAGER BOMBS

7-CL: chili $1.50 domestic pints, verde $2 craft pints, $1.50 rails

EVERYDAY 3 -7 9-cl and$1.25 9 - 11 rails, $5 AUCD

50

Happy Hour 7 - 9. $2 for$2.50 all single shot mixers and all beers.

JUMBO CAPTAIN AND

5 p.m. - 10 p.m.

HAPPY HOUR 9-cl- $1 rails, $2.50 pitchers, Beer Pong

happy hour 1 -6 M - F $1 Most Pints, $2 Absolut Mixers

After ClassMixers $3 $2.00 Captain Pitchers $1.75 Rails

HAPPY HOURshrimp EVERYDAY 3 - 6 chili chicken burrito verde primavera $1.25 Bucket of Domestic 25 Cent Wings BURGERS Cans 5 for $9.00

$2 Domestic

Gracie’s Gracie’s 1908 Campbell rd.

10 - 50 CL: (increases cents per hour) $1.50 rails $1 rails

Italian beef meal: $6.15 2 Chicago dog meal: $3.00 Bacardi mixers/ $3.45 mojitos Great drinks! $2 Cherry Bombs $1.50 $1 Bazooka Joes bloody marys 11Happy a.m. Hour - 4 p.m

Happy Hour 12 - 7

$2.00 Cruzan Rum Mixers, $2.50 Ladies'Jameson Nite outShots, 1.50 $3.00 Raill Mixers mixers/ $2.50 X bombs

$3.00 Patron Shots $2 Pearl Street Brewery beers

chicken & veggie OPEN-CL fajitas $2 U "Call" it for two

W4980 Knobloch 1904 Campbell rd. rd

$6.75 shrimp dinner 50 cent taps 4 - 7

77 -- midnight midnight $2 $2 Malibu Malibu madness madness $2 $2 pineapple pineapple upsidedown upsidedown cake cake

77 -- midnight midnight $1 $1 rail rail mixers mixers $2 $2 Bacardi Bacardi mixers mixers

Fiesta Eagle'sMexicana Nest

Irish Hills Goal Post

$2 Cherry Bombs $1 Bazooka Joes

beers & rails

Ladies Ladies Night Night buy buy one, one, get get one one free free wear wear aa bikini, bikini, drink drink free free

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All day, everyday: $1.00 Shots of Doctor, $2.00 Cherry Bombs, $1.75 Silos of Busch Light/Coors All day Everyday: $1 Doctor $2 Silos. M-F: Happy Hour 2-6 $.50 off everything but the daily special

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$2.50 X-Rated Mixers $2 Captain Mixers $2 Premium Grain Belt $2 Snake Bites

batterfried cod, fries, Italian beef meal: pepper & egg sandwich beans, and garlic bread $6.69 meal: $5.50$5.00 2 Chicago dog meal: Italian sausage meal: $6.69 $4.50$5.89

Topless Topless Tuesday Tuesday

5200 1914 Mormon CampbellCoulee rd.

$2.50happy Bomb Shots hour $2.50 Ketel One Mixers $2 Retro Beers "Your Dad's Beer"

Cosmic $1 cherryBowl bombs starts at 9 p.m. until midnight

AUCE wings $5.00 free crazy bingo hamburger or cheeseburger buy one cherry meal: bomb $3.89 get one for $1 Italian Beef w/dog meal: 3 p.m.$7.89 - midnight

$1 $1 Kul Kul Light Light cans cans

411 3rd st.

3-7

$2 Silos

Saturday

$5 bbq ribs and grilled chicken sandfries wich meal: $5.29 Polish sausage meal: $4.49

$4 $4 full full pint pint Irish Irish Car Car Bomb Bomb

Dan’s Place

Cosmic & $1 cherryBowl bombs Karaoke starts at until 9 p.m. midnight

Stop in for Value Menu too big to list here

$6.00 AUCD

bucket night 6 for $9

Friday

shots of Doctor hamburger meal: 8-1 $6 sandgrilled chicken $3.69 wich meal: $5.29 meal: $6.15 HAPPY HOUR 3 PM - 8 cheeseburger PM meal: Polish sausage meal: 2 dogs meal: $ 5.25 10 cent wings (9 - CL) $3.89 $3.99 Martini$2.50 Ladies' Night Wristband $1 High Life 6- 8bottles All Mojitos $5 Blatz vs. Old Styletriple James Martini: vodka, $1.50burgers, rail mixers$2.60 soup orNight salad bar $1.25Tuesday make your own $2.25 meatsec, orpitchers marinara orange juice $1.50 taps $2 Guinness pints FREE with entree or tacos, $4.75 taco salad cheeseburgers, $2 off spaghetti: $3.45 $2 HAPPY large pizza, $1 fries4 - 7 sandwich until 3 p.m.

HOUR 7- CL: $4.95 $2.25 margaritas, Italian sausage: 3- CL: 7- CL: 7- CL: ($3.95 by itself) largeclosed taco pizza with $1 anyDr. pizza Martini Madness shots Margarita Monday off 2 for 1 2 Beers, Ladies' Night Guys' Night 61-topping 8 p.m. pizza $2 off $2.50 all martinis $3 Jager Bombs taps $11 $1.25 beers & rails $1.25 $1.50 rails/domestics

77 -- CL CL $1 $1 domestic domestic 12 12 oz oz $2 $2 Stoli Stoli mixers mixers

closed closed

Tuesday Wednesday Thursday

$2 U Call it imports $3 Crown Mixers

$5 All Pitchers

$2 Corona/Corona Light, $4 Patron

$2 Stoli Mixers, $1 DR Shots

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Area food food & & drink drink specials specials ] COMMUNITY SERVICE [Area LA CROSSE JB’s Speakeasy 717 Rose st.

The Joint 324 Jay st.

Legend’s

Sunday

Monday

Tuesday Wednesday

$1.75 domestic bottles

$1.75 domestic bottles

$1.75 domestic bottles

1/2 off Pearl Street pitchers during Packer game

4 - 8 p.m.

Bacardi $3 doubles/pints

closed

223 Pearl st.

closed

Nutbush

Thursday

Friday

Saturday

HAPPY HOUR 5 - 7 $1.00 off all Irish shots $2.50 pints of Guinness $3.00 imperial pints

$2 domestics and rails, 4-8

4 - 8 p.m. domestic bottles/rails $1.75

4 - 8 p.m. domestic bottles/rails $1.75

WING NIGHT $2 SVEDKA MIXERS $2.50 JACK MIXERS $2.25 BUD LIGHTS $2 SHOTS OF ALL DOCTOR FLAVORS

closed

AFTER COMEDY: PINT NIGHT $1 PINTS OF RAILS MIXERS AND DOMESTIC TAPS $2 PINTS OF CALL MIXERS AND IMPORT TAPS $3 PINTS OF TOP SHELF MIXERS

5 - 7 p.m.

2-4-1 happy hour

great drinks!

$2 SHOTS OF GOLDSCHLAGER $5 DOUBLE VODKA ENERGY DRINK

HAPPY HOUR 3 - 6

3264 George st.

Players

Price by Dice

214 Main St

Ralph's

In John's Bar 109 3rd st. N

Ringside 223 Pearl st.

Schmidty’s 3119 State rd.

2 for 1 Happy Hour ALL NIGHT LONG

Chef specials daily Mighty Meatball sub $6

CLOSED

CLOSED

breakfast buffet $9.95 10 a.m. - 2 p.m.

BBQ Sandwich

Karaoke @ 10 p.m.

2-4-1 Happy Hour 5 - 10 AUCD Rail mixers @ 10 p.m.

Karaoke @ 10 p.m.

2-4-1 Happy Hour 5 - 10 $1 Pabst cans, Dr. shots @ 10 p.m.

chicken parmesan sub $6

Italian sandwich w/banana peppers and parmesan &6

open 4-9

Buck Burgers

Sports Nut 801 Rose st.

Train Station BBQ 601 St. Andrew st.

Top Shots 137 S 4th st.

Yesterdays 317 Pearl st.

LA CRESCENT

Crescent Inn 444 Chestnut st.

WINONA Godfather’s 30 Walnut st.

April 16, 2009

HAPPY HOUR 4 PM - 7 PM cheeseburger HOOP DAY!! MAKE YOUR SHOT AND YOUR ENTRÉE IS FREE!

2-4-1 Happy Hour 3 - 8 Best Damned DJ'S @ 10 p.m.

Chicken salad on rye w/ lettuce, tomato, onion $5 $6.99 FISH SANDWICH FOR LUNCH, $7.99 FISH SANDWICH FOR DINNER, $9.99 ALL YOU CAN EAT FISH FRY ALL DAY

happy hour all day long! $1.00 OFF WILD WINGS, $1.00 PHILLY STEAK AND CHEESE.

Chili Dogs

Tacos

Fish Sandwich

12 oz. T-Bone $8.99

Fish Fry $6.95

All day (everyday!) specials $3 Double Captain & Cokes $2 Double rails $1 Cans of beer

120 S 3rd st.

1019 S 10th st.

Southwest chicken pita $5

2-4-1 Happy Hour 3 - 9 Best Damned DJ'S @ 10 p.m.

LUNCH BUFFET $6.95 Tacos

Shooter’s

Tailgators

double $6.50

2-4-1 Happy Hour 5 - 10 $2 Capt. mixers $1.75 domestic beer, $1.50 Rails, $1 Pabst cans @ 10 p.m.

happy hour all day

$4 domestic pitchers

Tacos $1.25

15 cent wings

HAPPY HOUR 10 AM - 12, 4 PM - 6 PM $2 Bacardi mixers

$2 Spotted Cow & DT Brown pints

Bucket Night 5 for $9

closed

11-3: Extra side with sandwich 4-9: $1 off rib dinner

Special varies

11-3: Barn burner $7.95 4-9: Hobo dinner (serves 2) $30.95

$1.75 light taps and Dr. shots

$1.50 Bud/Miller Lite/ PBR taps all day $1.75 rails 10 - 1

$2 domestic bottles 7 - 12, $2.50 Skyy/ Absolute mixers 10-1 $2 Dr. drinks

$1 Point special bottles

$2.50 pints Bass & Guinness

$1.75 domestic bottles

$2.25 Pearl st. pints $1.50 PBR bottles

Sunday

Monday

Tuesday Wednesday

$2 Rolling Rocks $2 domestic beer

8 - CL $1.50 rails $1.75 Bud cans

$1 shots of Dr. $2.50 Polish

Sunday

Monday

Tuesday Wednesday

ask for great eats

Fiesta Night 7 - 12 $2 tequila shots $2.50 margaritas

family buffet 5 -8 kids under 10 pay .45 cents per year of age

$1 domestic taps $3 Jager Bombs

5 domestic bottles for $10, $2 Bacardi mixers, $1.50 rail vodka mixers 10 -1

$1 Dr. shots $3 16 oz Captain mixers 11-3 $7.95 Chicken on fire 4-9: Bones & briskets $13.95

$2 Long Islands, PBR bottles, Captain mixers

15 cent wings

$1 Dr. shots $3 16 oz Captain mixers 1/2 Chicken 3 bones $12.95

$2.75 deluxe Bloodys ‘til 7, $5 lite pitchers 7 - 12

$1.75 rails $1 PBR mugs

Thursday

Friday

$2.50 Captain $2.50 Jager Bombs & Polish

$2 u-call-it (except top shelf)

Thursday

Saturday

Friday

Saturday

any jumbo, large, or large 1 topping pizza medium pizza up to 5 $9.99 toppings: $11.99 (get 2nd large for $5)

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Thursday, April 16 Del’s Bar Luke Hembd and Cheech The Root Note Open Mic Night Popcorn Tavern Abbey Lane Nighthawks Dave Orr's Damn Jam

10:00 7:00 10:00 10:00 5:00

Howie's Karaoke

8:00

Recreational Eagle Center Bill Miller 7:00 Friday, April 17 The Waterfromt Greg Belfany and the :aX Jazz4tet Popcorn Tavern TBA Freight House Gregg Hall

Just A Roadie Away...

April 18, continued

Starlite Lounge Kies & Kompanie

The Root Note Orangutan, The Chord and the Fawn, & In Bed

8:30

Nighthawk's The King Everything Rock and Blues Revue

10:00

Bodega Brew Pub Space Duck

10:00

The Waterfront Greg Belfany and the :aX Jazz4tet

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Mill City Grinders

Winona Arts Center

Fri., 4/17

Jefferson's Riverside Center

Fri. 4/17

8:00

Ward Anderson

Acoustic Cafe

Fri. 4/17

Pearl Street Brewery Smokin' Bandits, Moon Boot Posse, New Grass Review 4:00

Dave Kiral Band

American Legion

Fri. 4/17

Country Classics Band

American Legion

Sat. 4/18

The Joint Ross River Perry

8:00

"Shakespeare in the Park" One Ton Gun

Sunday, April 19

WSU Gazebo

Sat., 4/18

Tiger's

Sat., 4/18

8:00 10:00

Popcorn Tavern Earth Day Celebration

6:00

Starlite Lounge Joe and Vicki Price

8:00

Popcorn Tavern Shawn's Open Jam w/ Up and Coming

Northside Oasis Equally Distant

9:00

Houghton’s Hootenanny w/ Mike Caucutt 10:00

Howie's Comedy

8:30

Del’s Open jam with Chubba

Piggy's Blues Lounge Big Daddy Kade

8:00

Tuesday, April 21

The Root Note Brahman Shaman, the Brilliant Beasts, & Dan and Dusty 8:30 10:00 10:00

Saturday, April 18 Popcorn Tavern Proto Melei

10:00

JB's Hip-hop show

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Northside Oasis Flashback

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Monday, April 20

Nighthawks Brownie Live Big Fun Show

Cavalier Lounge Bad Axe River Band

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Popcorn Tavern Paulie

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The Joint Brownie's Open Jam

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Del's Bar Dave Orr

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