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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930255</id><updated>2009-07-09T12:33:38.587-05:00</updated><title type="text">SOULFISH STEW</title><subtitle type="html">Maybe Partying Will Help</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://wallybangs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://wallybangs.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><author><name>Wally Bangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608857908835265304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>837</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/SoulfishStew" type="application/atom+xml" /><feedburner:browserFriendly>This is an XML content feed. It is intended to be viewed in a newsreader or syndicated to another site.</feedburner:browserFriendly><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930255.post-1331585746725017895</id><published>2009-06-18T12:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T12:53:15.751-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Emitt Rhodes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Merry Go Round" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Bangles" /><title type="text">A Little Live</title><summary type="text"> Hip-O is about to come out with all of Emitt's ABC/Dunhill releases. Highly, highly recommended if you like Beatle influenced pop or tragic genius stories.</summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930255&amp;postID=1331585746725017895&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/1331585746725017895" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/1331585746725017895" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoulfishStew/~3/kpaic1vn87U/little-live.html" title="A Little Live" /><author><name>Wally Bangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608857908835265304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00964438075285539302" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wallybangs.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-live.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930255.post-1453004714500254069</id><published>2009-06-08T16:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T12:55:43.105-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Murfreesboro Memories" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Atomic Trunk Monkeys" /><title type="text">been passing the dutchie on the left hand side since my freshman year in high school -</title><summary type="text">You never really escape the prison that was high school, even if you move away and age some twenty plus years. Ever since the media learned that nostalgia is a cash cow as big as Paul Bunyan's Babe each succeeeding generation gets bombarded with products designed to make you long for Planet Of The Apes action figures, Transformers, Starland Vocal Band's "Afternoon Delight", parachute pants, </summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930255&amp;postID=1453004714500254069&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/1453004714500254069" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/1453004714500254069" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoulfishStew/~3/TYlb7Pv9Nsg/been-passing-dutchie-on-left-hand-side.html" title="been passing the dutchie on the left hand side since my freshman year in high school -" /><author><name>Wally Bangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608857908835265304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00964438075285539302" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wallybangs.blogspot.com/2009/06/been-passing-dutchie-on-left-hand-side.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930255.post-4434707584925486444</id><published>2009-06-01T12:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T12:02:49.983-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Smithville Dairy Queen" /><title type="text">No Blizzards In Smithville</title><summary type="text">I guess he just couldn't wait for the drive-thru to be open. Luckily nobody was hurt.</summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930255&amp;postID=4434707584925486444&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/4434707584925486444" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/4434707584925486444" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoulfishStew/~3/h-Q4RJWVj50/no-blizzards-in-smithville.html" title="No Blizzards In Smithville" /><author><name>Wally Bangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608857908835265304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00964438075285539302" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhPnh47Asc/SiQJbeNBeYI/AAAAAAAAAPU/mGeceE5Q-5Q/s72-c/cp1_0601090736a.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wallybangs.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-blizzards-in-smithville.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930255.post-1940808472852345288</id><published>2009-04-24T19:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T20:07:45.113-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Old Nashville Rock and Roll Flyers" /><title type="text">Rock And Roll Flyer Week Ends With A Whole Lotta Jack</title><summary type="text">First a little surf action. Man Or Astroman? always put on a great show.Not gonna say much since I'm on the road, but Teen Idols and Jack were two of my favorites from back in the day.Another great Lucy's Record Shop bill.My band Dragula and Jack both did two sets that night for our drunken friends and rednecks.One last flyer...hit the road Jack.</summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930255&amp;postID=1940808472852345288&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/1940808472852345288" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/1940808472852345288" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoulfishStew/~3/gV6vhDUG-Wg/rock-and-roll-flyer-week-ends-with.html" title="Rock And Roll Flyer Week Ends With A Whole Lotta Jack" /><author><name>Wally Bangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608857908835265304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00964438075285539302" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhPnh47Asc/SfJecVHvLyI/AAAAAAAAAPM/cGUxFlNF9ik/s72-c/Man+or+Astro+Man.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wallybangs.blogspot.com/2009/04/rock-and-roll-flyer-week-ends-with.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930255.post-6790440857590887904</id><published>2009-04-23T12:13:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T12:33:32.034-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Pantheon" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Old Nashville Rock and Roll Flyers" /><title type="text">More More More Rock And Roll Flyers</title><summary type="text">There used to be a dingy rock and roll club formerly a strip club named variously Pan's Starship / Pantheon and I loved that joint. I played many shows and saw several gigs there before it became a parking lot - I think this is the Superchunk gig where Mac had shaved his head so it inspired me to do the same – what an awesome live band Bedlam Hour gig was sparse but fun with their bassist in a </summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930255&amp;postID=6790440857590887904&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/6790440857590887904" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/6790440857590887904" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoulfishStew/~3/cZA2EvufYtM/more-more-more-rock-and-roll-flyers.html" title="More More More Rock And Roll Flyers" /><author><name>Wally Bangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608857908835265304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00964438075285539302" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhPnh47Asc/SfCivxhv3FI/AAAAAAAAAOc/m_srciNNm74/s72-c/Superchunk.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wallybangs.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-more-more-rock-and-roll-flyers.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930255.post-2173259977081555927</id><published>2009-04-22T12:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T12:25:02.991-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Old Nashville Rock and Roll Flyers" /><title type="text">More More Rock And Roll Flyers</title><summary type="text">The Dislocated Jabbs gig – my band our first show ever in either March or April 1989  - I was shaking when I got on stage – these girls untied my Chuck Taylors – played a couple of Living Color songs, Descendents, S.O.D., Black Flag, the audience was walking out and we launched into Sabbath’s "Hand Of Doom" and they stuck around for more - Gonz and I hung out with the drummer's father before the </summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930255&amp;postID=2173259977081555927&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/2173259977081555927" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/2173259977081555927" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoulfishStew/~3/p3Ev9MwewzU/more-more-rock-and-roll-flyers.html" title="More More Rock And Roll Flyers" /><author><name>Wally Bangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608857908835265304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00964438075285539302" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhPnh47Asc/Se9O3-gkO6I/AAAAAAAAANE/kBidVTV989w/s72-c/Dislocated.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wallybangs.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-more-rock-and-roll-flyers.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930255.post-4235631381644593254</id><published>2009-04-21T12:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:33:58.313-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Old Nashville Rock and Roll Flyers" /><title type="text">More Rock And Roll Flyers</title><summary type="text">Aaaah..."Skankman" in all his glory! January of 86 right before Cantrells bit the dust – just a handful of punks at the show – a group of them drove up in a car slathered with spray paint graffiti with loudspeakers on top of the car – leather jacket skinheads who looked like Circle Jerks mascot “Skankman” they were frightening to behold – hung out near the back with Zander Schloss while PMS </summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930255&amp;postID=4235631381644593254&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/4235631381644593254" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/4235631381644593254" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoulfishStew/~3/0v3ZrA8xfUM/more-rock-and-roll-flyers.html" title="More Rock And Roll Flyers" /><author><name>Wally Bangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608857908835265304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00964438075285539302" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhPnh47Asc/Se4B1FXw4_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/T3aPSk_Tqhs/s72-c/Jerks.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wallybangs.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-rock-and-roll-flyers.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930255.post-8839440108230447884</id><published>2009-04-20T12:18:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:39:58.080-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Old Nashville Rock and Roll Flyers" /><title type="text">Rock Flyer Week Begins With A Few Words For Each One</title><summary type="text">  Riff Raff later Riff Rath (I had their cassette release) – Mark Schenkel led band - he worked at Cats – The Look don’t know lots of bands have used that name I believe – Mordred Lane I wonder what they were like – Blind Farmers From Hell were legendary Lascassas band later mutated into Hank Flamingo – F Particles again – HR and the Audio Blisters – I never saw them, but I heard they were </summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930255&amp;postID=8839440108230447884&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/8839440108230447884" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/8839440108230447884" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoulfishStew/~3/IxsqO79ofTs/rock-flyer-week-begins-with-few-words.html" title="Rock Flyer Week Begins With A Few Words For Each One" /><author><name>Wally Bangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608857908835265304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00964438075285539302" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhPnh47Asc/SeywB4Zle9I/AAAAAAAAAMc/xFP7kbI3Zu8/s72-c/Anti+Apartheid+Benefit.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wallybangs.blogspot.com/2009/04/rock-flyer-week-begins-with-few-words.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930255.post-683283194917550809</id><published>2009-04-15T12:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T12:18:26.977-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ken Kesey" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Merry Pranksters" /><title type="text">Kesey Week Continues With A Youtube Yummy</title><summary type="text">What do you get when you cross Mighty Lemon Drops and Kix? You get the soundtrack to this video somebody made of the Merry Pranksters. </summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930255&amp;postID=683283194917550809&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/683283194917550809" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/683283194917550809" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoulfishStew/~3/vCyg9A9cmCw/kesey-week-continues-with-youtube-yummy.html" title="Kesey Week Continues With A Youtube Yummy" /><author><name>Wally Bangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608857908835265304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00964438075285539302" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wallybangs.blogspot.com/2009/04/kesey-week-continues-with-youtube-yummy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930255.post-8112098042537339570</id><published>2009-04-14T16:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:00:31.407-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ken Kesey" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Merry Pranksters" /><title type="text">Oh Yeah!</title><summary type="text">Kesey Week continues!!!It all goes back to Morrison. I couldn't stand The Doors when I was younger. It was all so melodramatic and with Manzarek’s freaky organ the music seemed anti-rock to me. This all changed my sophomore year of high school when Brad the Lion loaned me his copy of No One Here Gets Out Alive. He’d been trying to get me into The Doors for weeks. He assured me there was more to </summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930255&amp;postID=8112098042537339570&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/8112098042537339570" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/8112098042537339570" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoulfishStew/~3/cSDP16_1Cx8/oh-yeah.html" title="Oh Yeah!" /><author><name>Wally Bangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608857908835265304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00964438075285539302" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhPnh47Asc/SeUGg_E2k2I/AAAAAAAAALs/KGkYWr6kqVg/s72-c/electric_kool_aid_acid_test.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wallybangs.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-yeah.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930255.post-7744174700814164861</id><published>2009-04-13T16:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T16:41:12.084-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ken Kesey" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Merry Pranksters" /><title type="text">Reunion - Kesey Week Begins</title><summary type="text">Twenty four years ago I loaned Ken Kesey's Garage Sale to a dude that worked with me at McDonalds. He was another grill jockey like me, but he was older and cooler and he dated assistant manager Linda. Linda came in to work once that summer of 1985 singing "Walking On Sunshine" and that made everything all right for a few fleeting moments. She threw a party later that summer and I came to it </summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930255&amp;postID=7744174700814164861&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/7744174700814164861" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/7744174700814164861" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoulfishStew/~3/ockuFrrH13Q/reunion-kesey-week-begins.html" title="Reunion - Kesey Week Begins" /><author><name>Wally Bangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608857908835265304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00964438075285539302" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhPnh47Asc/SeOxSu4JlII/AAAAAAAAALk/W9j47pdta34/s72-c/kesey.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wallybangs.blogspot.com/2009/04/reunion-kesey-week-begins.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930255.post-7797392471973350974</id><published>2009-02-11T12:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T12:15:31.063-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nashville" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Replacements" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="National Guard Armory" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sidco Drive" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Death Angel" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Red Hot Chili Peppers" /><title type="text">Sidco Drive Rocking The Armory</title><summary type="text">subtitled: I was really uptight and analyzed culture too much back then, but what do you expect...I was an anthropology major.I wonder if the National Guard Armory on Sidco Drive hosts concerts anymore? I saw a trio of concerts there in the early 90's and I have fond memories of all of them. I also worked a skate jam there with the assistance of Toby. It was strange to me back then - this mixture</summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930255&amp;postID=7797392471973350974&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/7797392471973350974" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/7797392471973350974" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoulfishStew/~3/vijntfHQf68/sidco-drive-rocking-armory.html" title="Sidco Drive Rocking The Armory" /><author><name>Wally Bangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608857908835265304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00964438075285539302" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wallybangs.blogspot.com/2009/02/sidco-drive-rocking-armory.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930255.post-567437481216985904</id><published>2009-02-10T12:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T12:28:38.684-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="conspiracy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="economic collapse" /><title type="text">If The Tinfoil Hat Fits Then Wear It</title><summary type="text">Is there a tinfoil shortage or is it just reality intruding in everyone's dreams.Denninger is always worth a read.And this is just scary if true and it probably is...</summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930255&amp;postID=567437481216985904&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/567437481216985904" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/567437481216985904" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoulfishStew/~3/wkq-1KTKdhw/if-tinfoil-hat-fits-then-wear-it.html" title="If The Tinfoil Hat Fits Then Wear It" /><author><name>Wally Bangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608857908835265304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00964438075285539302" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wallybangs.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-tinfoil-hat-fits-then-wear-it.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930255.post-3309427412972789262</id><published>2009-02-09T12:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T12:47:32.776-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bicycling" /><title type="text">Townie Looping</title><summary type="text">The weather was excellent yesterday so I took my first bicycle ride of the year. I did what I call my "townie" loop into Smithville, around the golf course, to the high school, and then back New Home towards my home. I didn't do too poorly in my current fatboy shape. I averaged 16 mph at just under 14 miles for the run. Traffic was light and nobody yelled at me which is always a plus. The first </summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930255&amp;postID=3309427412972789262&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/3309427412972789262" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/3309427412972789262" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoulfishStew/~3/sXUEFw9yQyQ/townie-looping.html" title="Townie Looping" /><author><name>Wally Bangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608857908835265304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00964438075285539302" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wallybangs.blogspot.com/2009/02/townie-looping.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930255.post-4565816894803487489</id><published>2009-02-04T12:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:02:09.950-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="birthday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Liam" /><title type="text">Happy Birthday!</title><summary type="text">Happy 4th birthday to my son Liam. You rule dude!</summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930255&amp;postID=4565816894803487489&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/4565816894803487489" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/4565816894803487489" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoulfishStew/~3/pHyhmXHt3h0/happy-birthday.html" title="Happy Birthday!" /><author><name>Wally Bangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608857908835265304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00964438075285539302" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhPnh47Asc/SYnl44LH-1I/AAAAAAAAALM/m7OgaXu3jkg/s72-c/Picture+947.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wallybangs.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930255.post-5118759146745648592</id><published>2009-01-29T12:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T13:01:17.726-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random junk" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1987" /><title type="text">Random Crap From An Old Notebook</title><summary type="text">Now for a recurring feature here: Random Crap From An Old NotebookIn this case it's from one titled Skating Is Poetry from 1987. It was mainly filled with bad punk rock song lyrics that never got from the page to rehearsal and while those old songs might be more sociologically interesting I've decided to instead share some narcissistic observations along with some bad poetry. It's all non-linear </summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930255&amp;postID=5118759146745648592&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/5118759146745648592" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/5118759146745648592" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoulfishStew/~3/wq_qJI8aueI/random-crap-from-old-notebook.html" title="Random Crap From An Old Notebook" /><author><name>Wally Bangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608857908835265304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00964438075285539302" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wallybangs.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-crap-from-old-notebook.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930255.post-5299361922157686596</id><published>2009-01-28T11:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:53:00.675-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cuts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shane caldwell" /><title type="text">Don't Be Freebasing Unless You're Bored By The Sermon</title><summary type="text">Damn, I still miss Shane Caldwell's Cuts.</summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930255&amp;postID=5299361922157686596&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/5299361922157686596" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/5299361922157686596" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoulfishStew/~3/iqP0MX83_Wc/dont-be-freebasing-unless-youre-bored.html" title="Don't Be Freebasing Unless You're Bored By The Sermon" /><author><name>Wally Bangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608857908835265304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00964438075285539302" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wallybangs.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-be-freebasing-unless-youre-bored.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930255.post-3849928800091600833</id><published>2009-01-22T12:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T12:34:06.536-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thurman Francis" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nike tennis shoes" /><title type="text">I Guess This Is About A Pair Of Shoes</title><summary type="text">A Pointless Foray Into My Junior High PastI lived in Smyrna for the first half of 1981 where I attended 8th grade Thurman Francis Junior High. I never found out who Thurman Francis was, but I thought it was a cool name for a school. The colors were teal and orange and their sports teams were the Rams. The school newspaper was called the Ram Page. It had a snack bar and a jukebox in the cafeteria.</summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930255&amp;postID=3849928800091600833&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/3849928800091600833" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/3849928800091600833" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoulfishStew/~3/kvDCAG1N_Is/i-guess-this-is-about-pair-of-shoes.html" title="I Guess This Is About A Pair Of Shoes" /><author><name>Wally Bangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608857908835265304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00964438075285539302" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wallybangs.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-guess-this-is-about-pair-of-shoes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930255.post-6813362543959936422</id><published>2009-01-21T12:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T12:05:12.692-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="economic collapse" /><title type="text">Reduced</title><summary type="text">I drove to Nashville last Saturday on I-40 and I passed three semis the whole way into the downtown loop. Car traffic was also light. It was almost eerie. I found myself actually missing the usual barrage of vehicles speeding into the city. It was just a visible sign that the economic apocalypse is nigh.Yesterday I got that the news that my salary would be cut by 10% due to the sluggish economy. </summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930255&amp;postID=6813362543959936422&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/6813362543959936422" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/6813362543959936422" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoulfishStew/~3/VPdZMKlcyN0/reduced.html" title="Reduced" /><author><name>Wally Bangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608857908835265304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00964438075285539302" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wallybangs.blogspot.com/2009/01/reduced.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930255.post-1306657441255328982</id><published>2008-11-27T16:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T16:10:39.080-06:00</updated><title type="text">Austerity</title><summary type="text">I turned 42 yesterday and its welcome to austerity on a level I haven't seen since my childhood days of butter and bread sandwiches. It's enough to make me feel like a kid again. Happy Thanksgiving!</summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930255&amp;postID=1306657441255328982&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/1306657441255328982" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/1306657441255328982" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoulfishStew/~3/HgX1fgf6WAo/austerity.html" title="Austerity" /><author><name>Wally Bangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608857908835265304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00964438075285539302" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wallybangs.blogspot.com/2008/11/austerity.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930255.post-768786392630986907</id><published>2008-11-04T07:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T07:48:13.721-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="presidential election" /><title type="text">Lame Duck Roast</title><summary type="text">"Honest to goodness, the bars weren't open this morning. They must have been voting for the president or something." - XGood luck America, and stay tuned for tomorrow's post: Meet the new boss, same as the old boss.</summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930255&amp;postID=768786392630986907&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/768786392630986907" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/768786392630986907" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoulfishStew/~3/SfwdBdfX9gc/lame-duck-roast.html" title="Lame Duck Roast" /><author><name>Wally Bangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608857908835265304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00964438075285539302" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wallybangs.blogspot.com/2008/11/lame-duck-roast.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930255.post-7345301674499056293</id><published>2008-10-28T12:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T12:23:06.799-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Goblinhaus" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Haunted Houses" /><title type="text">Shrub and Kara Hit The Haunts</title><summary type="text">I missed out on the chance to hit the haunts with Shrub and Kara this year, but through their website, Goblinhaus, and through their new video posts I feel like I'm there. </summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930255&amp;postID=7345301674499056293&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/7345301674499056293" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/7345301674499056293" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoulfishStew/~3/_xssC6Hp190/shrub-and-kara-hit-haunts.html" title="Shrub and Kara Hit The Haunts" /><author><name>Wally Bangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608857908835265304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00964438075285539302" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wallybangs.blogspot.com/2008/10/shrub-and-kara-hit-haunts.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930255.post-233070257388410836</id><published>2008-10-28T11:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T11:24:50.014-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Smyrna 1980" /><title type="text">Denizens Of The Top Five</title><summary type="text">What is the only thing from my youth that I would love to get back besides the usual youthful physical attributes? I wish I had kept my Top Five lists. I only compiled my Top Five lists for a season or so when I was in 8th grade. I typed them out on an ancient Royal typewriter in the converted den of the house we lived in on Prindle Drive in Smyrna. I recall yellow shag carpet and dead flies </summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930255&amp;postID=233070257388410836&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/233070257388410836" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/233070257388410836" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoulfishStew/~3/v2eQlwy4M64/denizens-of-top-five.html" title="Denizens Of The Top Five" /><author><name>Wally Bangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608857908835265304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00964438075285539302" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wallybangs.blogspot.com/2008/10/denizens-of-top-five.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930255.post-8526323302300289413</id><published>2008-10-19T14:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T14:56:15.413-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="CTI" /><title type="text">Living For The CTI</title><summary type="text">It was back in the mid-90's when I first started buying old CTI releases. They were abundant in the dollar bins of Phonoluxe and Great Escape and at the local Nashville thrift stores. They were not regarded highly by the jazz snobs I knew who felt that jazz had died the moment Miles Davis released Bitches Brew. They felt jazz had been corrupted by rock and roll and commercialism. But they held an</summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930255&amp;postID=8526323302300289413&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/8526323302300289413" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/8526323302300289413" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoulfishStew/~3/5chae7DZh5Q/living-for-cti.html" title="Living For The CTI" /><author><name>Wally Bangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608857908835265304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00964438075285539302" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wallybangs.blogspot.com/2008/10/living-for-cti.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930255.post-3586816895182519643</id><published>2008-10-12T19:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T19:12:13.751-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="beard" /><title type="text">Beard Time</title><summary type="text">Well, actually I almost always wear a beard. BUT with the world in tumult I think it's time I grew myself a prophetic beard.</summary><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930255&amp;postID=3586816895182519643&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/3586816895182519643" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930255/posts/default/3586816895182519643" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SoulfishStew/~3/vjTR_iRYAEo/beard-time.html" title="Beard Time" /><author><name>Wally Bangs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13608857908835265304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00964438075285539302" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://wallybangs.blogspot.com/2008/10/beard-time.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
