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Re: “Win Tickets to PJ Harvey & John Parish!!!”
Because I'm seeing Shellac play in 2 days, and will dutifully relay any high-fives from Steve Albini to PJ over having produced her quintessential album.
Re: “Win Tickets to Dr. Dog and the Cave Singers!”
Becuase I already won tickets to the Thermals last week, and it'd bring you some small/fleeting amount of dictatorial joy in choosing the same person twice over other, more-deserving entries.
Re: “Win Tickets to the Thermals!”
I was involuntarily moshed into within inches of Hutch at their all-ages Backspace show, so I somehow deserve these tickets.
Also, I vow to be among the 5% of those in the drinking section who aren't paralyzed stiff by a drum beat, and will take no iPhone pictures / send no texts.
Re: “Win Tickets to the Hold Steady!!!”
I spent a week in Munich this past March, lured over by a $400 off-season ticket, 2 1/2 years of high-school German classes, and some sense of beer pilgrimage.
One night at the hostel bar I met up with a few Germans and ended up out drinking til 7am. One otherwise-friendly local insisted that I admonish all American beer as shite, but somewhere in between the persecution he mentioned a 500-year-old monastery/brewery called Kloster Andechs a little ways outside town. Next day I looked it up in my library travel guide, which claimed it to have the best beer in Germany (akin to the laziest man in Los Angeles county theory).
A few days later I did some daytime sightseeing, then set off to Kloster Andechs in the early-evening. This meant taking a 40 min train ride from Munich to a small rural town at the end of the line, then a 20-30 min bus ride to the monastery. When I reached it (around 6pm), I found out between the bus driver's poor English and my worse German that I was on the last bus of the night and would have to take a cab back.
Fast forward several liters of sacrelicious beer, and I staggered out of the place to where I thought the cabs were supposed to be. Either I missed them or they weren't there, but I just started walking in the general direction I thought the town/train station was. Soon I found myself drunkenly walking in the cold, 5000 miles from home, along a countryside forest highway by only moonlight, hoping I picked the right road and wondering about the wolf population in Germany's wilderness. Cars zoomed by once in a while, usually in sync with my roadside pissing breaks, but I didn't quite try hitchhiking...not sure I'd want a ride with someone who'd pick up a random 6'2 black-hoodied dude night-walking alongside a highway in the middle of nowhere. Anyway, I power-walked in this fashion for about an hour til catching sight of civilization...another 30 min and 3 attempts at 'sprechen sie Englush?' after that, and I was sobering/thawing in the train station. In short, killer monk-brew almost killed me.
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