“Haha, fuck that,” I half laughed, half spat in response to the conversation my friends and I were having about the fact that most kids our age were at a formal dance put on by a high school. Oh well, better they suffer that bullshit than me I suppose. Fortunately, my loyalties lay elsewhere: a hole in the wall pizza place that supplies a venue for some of the best music you’ll hear on any given night in Chico. There was already a decent...
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I have seen many things in my life: a man eating his own head, any number of fat kids on YouTube, but now I can finally rest easy because I’ve seen a concert at the Blue Room. Yes, the theater opened its doors for the “It’s All Happening Tour” for one night only. And by the crowd it drew, it looks like one night may have been too many.
The show started with your standard Jack Johnson-esque guy with a guitar, which the group of high...
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Café Coda
Saturday, July 18th
I wake up at three in the morning in a cold sweat; my ears are wailing, I’m passed out on the floor and my best flannel shirt is stuffed behind the toilet: it must have been a Shimmies show… I reach into my coat pocket and extract six empty packets of “Sugar in the Raw”: ah, make that the Shimmies at Café Coda!
Yes, I finally got back into the local music scene after realizing that my hearing was just...
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