True Blood: Imagine Dragons... I Don't Get It

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Alan Ball was known for his masterful use of music in Six Feet Under. He's lost none of his touch when it comes to his current HBO series, True Blood -- which happens to be set in the Louisiana swamps, not terribly far from Houston. Much thanks to True-Blood.net, who has offered to help us with tracking down the songs of True Blood post-episode.

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So here we are again, friends and neighbors, at the end of a other season of True Blood, and like pretty much every other season. it ends on a "meh" note. I don't really know why this show has just never been able to really pull off a really first-rate season finale.

Part of it is the fact that the show has fielded exactly one good Big Bad in its run in the form of Russell Edginton. Warlow proved himself just another almost one-dimensional villain in the end, and his defeat, while triumphant in that the criminally underused Rutger Hauer made his return, was so unartfully done that it was honestly like watching two people play Mortal Kombat for the first time.

It's not until the end when Warlow lets all his grace fall away that I realize what a truly ham-fisted analogy his arc is for the heartbreak of an abusive relationship. He's pretended to come to her rescue, bargained with her for her hand, and now he starts hitting her and telling her she'll learn to love him. It is literally every single bad marriage I've ever seen in my life but with an Abercrombie and Fitch model with fruit-punch mouth.


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The Bozo Porno Circus Diaries: Sunny Days, Shit-Smeared Walls, and Slayer

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If you never saw a Bozo Porno Circus show then you just plain missed out. The Tone Zone Records band was a freak-out and a half, stuffed to the wall with loud noises and pretty girls getting sparks shot off their metal-covered crotches by belt sanders. Recently, lead guitarist Chris "The" Lane (AKA Crispy and for a brief hilarious time Nikki Wykkid) uncovered a treasure trove of tour diaries and photos, so all this week we're heading down a well of Houston-flavored debauchery from the glory days of our goth scene.

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Florida was hot and humid -- felt just like home in Houston. We were pulling into the venue in Tampa, a place called The Masquerade. Or maybe it was Jack Rabbit's. It was one of those clubs with more than one name, and after awhile they all blurred together to me. Inside it was a typically dark and cool dance club, a major contrast to the sunny Florida weather just outside its doors.

There was no stage, which was never a good thing, but something we occasionally encountered. When you play music that caters to a dance club crowd sometimes the clubs themselves don't usually host live acts and aren't set up well for live music.

The "Floor is the stage" scenario poses several problems. First, it's difficult to set any boundaries between the performers and the audience. We would often interact with our audience members, and our girls would sometimes pull attractive women onstage to play, but it was still nice to have a few feet of elevation to keep drunks from just wandering into our territory. With all of the metal gear and fire, it could be dangerous to have people meandering around. Plus it just didn't look right.


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True Blood: Life Matters Because We Die

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Alan Ball was known for his masterful use of music in Six Feet Under. He's lost none of his touch when it comes to his current HBO series, True Blood -- which happens to be set in the Louisiana swamps, not terribly far from Houston. Much thanks to True-Blood.net, who has offered to help us with tracking down the songs of True Blood post-episode.

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We've only one episode left in this season of True Blood, a season that I still can't decide if it was brilliant or a sign of further decline. It's taken some truly bizarre turns, but in doing so also made some extremely bold decisions. Perhaps none more than this week.

The death of Terry Bellefleur is damn strange, even though it's a death with no mystery behind it at all. In the midst of the vampire holocaust finally being averted in a complete and utter bloodbath of face stomping and dick-ripping, the episode focuses its entire other half on Terry's funeral.

Perhaps there is not other character you could kill and so perfectly make an audience sad. Certainly no other character managed to come so far from a damaged root into love and happiness. In a sense, it was an experience that was so quintessentially Charlaine Harris that for the first time sense season two I really remembered why I liked the books so much in the first place.


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The Bozo Porno Circus Diaries: It's Cold When You're Naked

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If you never saw a Bozo Porno Circus show then you just plain missed out. The Tone Zone Records band was a freak-out and a half, stuffed to the wall with loud noises and pretty girls getting sparks shot off their metal-covered crotches by belt sanders. Recently, lead guitarist Chris "The" Lane (AKA Crispy and for a brief hilarious time Nikki Wykkid) uncovered a treasure trove of tour diaries and photos, so for the next few days we're heading down a well of Houston-flavored debauchery from the glory days of our goth scene.

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I read most of the way during the five-hour drive to Chicago. For some reason, I was feeling kind of irritable, and not inclined to play the low rung "Rock Star" that my image demanded on tour, until we pulled up to our destination, The Double Door.

I went to check out the club while the bean worshippers in our group went in search of Starbucks. I'd like to drink a frappucino out of the skull of whomever founded that company. It always seemed if we weren't looking to score weed, we were looking for a Starbucks while on tour.


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The Bozo Porno Circus Diaries: Sid, the Evil Sex and Drug Clown

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If you never saw a Bozo Porno Circus show then you just plain missed out. The Tone Zone Records band was a freak-out and a half, stuffed to the wall with loud noises and pretty girls getting sparks shot off their metal-covered crotches by belt sanders. Recently, lead guitarist Chris "The" Lane (AKA Crispy and for a brief hilarious time Nikki Wykkid) uncovered a treasure trove of tour diaries and photos, so in the next few days we're heading down a well of Houston-flavored debauchery from the glory days of our goth scene.

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Our group reached Atlanta around four in the afternoon. The venue looked like an enormous dance club from the outside -- basically just a huge concrete box, but we had been told that it was a fetish club that featured gothic and industrial music. There's one in every major city, it seems.

The club was cavernous on the inside, most of which was a dance floor, and on one end was a very big raised stage, a nice professional job that looked appropriate for large bands or plays, not the disappointing "cobbled together by a cheap bar owner" platforms that we often encountered.

I was exhausted from hours of driving and traveling. The venue was empty except for a few of the bar staff, but our promoter had promised us a place to shower, and at that point I was very interested in washing the road funk off of myself.


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The Bozo Porno Circus Diaries: The Van Eats Shit, and I Almost Eat Rooster Balls

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If you never saw a Bozo Porno Circus show then you just plain missed out. The Tone Zone Records band was a freak-out and a half, stuffed to the wall with loud noises and pretty girls getting sparks shot off their metal-covered crotches by belt sanders. Recently, lead guitarist Chris "The" Lane (aka Crispy and for a brief hilarious time Nikki Wykkid) uncovered a treasure trove of tour diaries and photos, so all this week we're heading down a well of Houston-flavored debauchery from the glory days of our goth scene.

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When I joined Bozo Porno Circus, they had a very special Tour Vehicle, which had been bought by a friend and benefactor of the band. It was an old airport shuttle bus -- pretty huge, with seats lining the inside perimeter, but with the center free of seating or anything else. It was spacious, but not built for comfort over a long haul, like a school bus.

Still, it afforded us the ability to haul around our large entourage, as well as the considerable amount of gear and luggage that was necessary to take with us. When I joined Bozo, I didn't question the van, didn't wonder where it had come from. The van was just part of the strange landscape I accepted as part of the whole Bozo experience.

Because of its size, that van was not a lot of fun to drive, and although there was a decent amount of space to stretch out on the center of its floor to sleep, that floor got pretty hot from the road's heat, and it would quickly become uncomfortable.


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The Bozo Porno Circus Diaries: Thursday, April 24, 2002

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If you never saw a Bozo Porno Circus show then you just plain missed out. The Tone Zone Records band was a freakout and a half, stuffed to the wall with loud noises and pretty girls getting sparks shot off their metal-covered crotches by belt sanders. Recently, lead guitarist Chris "The" Lane (aka Crispy and, for a brief hilarious time, Nikki Wykkid) uncovered a treasure trove of tour diaries and photos, so in the next few days we'll be heading down a well of Houston-flavored debauchery from the glory days of Houston's goth scene. Here we go:

Today we drove to Indianapolis, and arrived at Birdies early in the evening. When your industrial/fetish rock band is playing at a venue called Birdies, that's probably not the best sign possible, but the club itself looked pretty decent. Kind of a generic, medium-sized music club with sports bar leanings.

It was the sort of place that some sad version of Warrant might play at.

I had hopes that the show would be well attended, but was also worried, because from my experience our core fan base of gothic and industrial club people tended to be wary of venues like Birdies -- perhaps the Budweiser posters featuring bikini models frightened them or something.


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True Blood: When Sean Lennon Is the Best Thing Going On, You're In Trouble

Categories: Gothtopia

Alan Ball was known for his masterful use of music in Six Feet Under. He's lost none of his touch when it comes to his current HBO series, True Blood -- which happens to be set in the Louisiana swamps, not terribly far from Houston. Much thanks to True-Blood.net, who has offered to help us with tracking down the songs of True Blood post-episode.

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I have to confess that I spent 90 percent of the time I was watching True Blood this week constantly whispering, "They're not going to turn Sookie into a vampire, are they?" That does indeed seem to be the direction we're heading, and if so then it's pretty much a foregone conclusion that the show will have squandered all the trust it has rebuilt since last season.

First, there's Warlow, for whom I legitimately feel bad since he has been chained up in a graveyard for three straight episodes now. Maybe that's not such a high price to pay to have a naked Anna Paquin wriggling on top of you, but I somehow doubt it's what Robert Kazinsky signed up for.

Bill is still determined to avert the coming Vampire Holocaust, which is already unraveling around the state of Louisiana's head since Bill pulled off the governor's head. Sarah Newlin is trying to assume power, but mostly ended up beating a representative of the Tru Blood company to death with her shoe after the rep stumbled into the concentration camp that was built.


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Numbers Announces Saturday Memorial for Robert "Robot" Burtenshaw

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In the wake of the unexpected death of longtime Numbers owner Robert Burtenshaw at the age of 58, a memorial evening of soft tunes, stories, and food is planned at the landmark Houston nightclub on Saturday. Doors will open at 8 p.m. to soft music and catering from the nearby Michelangelo's. A short service and a chance to share remembrances of the late DJ and impresario are also planned, and afterward the club will celebrate as Robot undoubtedly would have wanted: with dancing to the video productions he had produced for the club since the '70s.

The night will be hosted by Robot's longtime comrades in spin DJs Mina, James, Morado, Gringo Pimp, and of course Robot's friend wES wALLACE. Numbers hasn't hosted a memorial night since the death of the 2003 Miss Spooky, Kat Cresswell, who succumbed to cancer in 2004.


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For Robot: Daddy, Why Is Numbers Called Numbers?

Note: This article originally appeared on Rocks Off on February 27 of this year. To pay our respects to Robert Burtenshaw, the club's owner, DJ and video artist known as "Robot" who passed away over the weekend, we're posting it again as a tribute.

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Numbers, then known as Babylon
One thing has always bothered me whenever I attend concerts and dance nights at Numbers, and that is, "Why the hell is it called Numbers, anyway?" Now, I know that I have something of a fixation on the meaning of names in the music scene, but I've also had several readers ask me to look into it over the years.

Well, I finally did so, and what I got back was something strange and wonderful to behold. The source of this information wished to remain anonymous so as not to reveal his or her age, but was vouched for by Numbers owner Robert Burtenshaw. I present it to you unedited, except for spelling and grammar in the name of hilarious awesomeness.

"Dad, why is Numbers called Numbers?"


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