RTP-area local music and culture

[Margaret Campbell <margaret_campbell AT mailblocks.com>]

Duke Park area, with bluebird house, but no bluebirds.  Even after I pulled 
out the stick that was in the entryway. 
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From: Jeff Hart <jhart AT ipass.net>
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Subject: OT: any birders out there - trinity park, duke park etc.


just wondering if anyone's got bluebirds nesting yet. i have one nest
at home (near east campus) in a house i put up in february, but not
enough of an expert to know if it's a bluebird's nest yet. may be
chickadees based on what i've seen in the vicinity.

anyone else in durham got bluebird houses up and any activity?

i have a b.bird house at work too, and have seen one bluebird, but no
nest there as of yet.
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Subject: Re: Dead Milkmen bassist R.I.P
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Oh, nuts.

I saw the Dead Milkmen on my 16th birthday. The year was 1988, and
they were playing at The Lost Horizon in Syracuse, N.Y...

Mojo Nixon opened, and I if I recall correctly, this show came just
after he split with Skid Roper. Mojo spent most of the gig bitching
about

what a jerk Skid was, how he had majorly screwed Mojo over, and Mojo's
belief that there was a red-hot corner of hell reserved for Skid,

etc., etc. Even as a dumb 16 year old I recognized how pitiful his
viciousness was.

At any rate, it can be fairly stated that I wasn't interested in the
opening act. I was Sweet 16 and this was the first time I had ever
used

my new fake ID (the best birthday prezzie I received that year!) to
get into a show. And that show was the Dead Milkmen, fer Chrissakes!
Mojo

Nixon, in my 16 year old opinion, seemed pretty much like a wanker, so
I turned my attention towards the bar and its forbidden wonders.

And damn! And wouldn't ya know it! When I approached the bartender he
winked and served my underage self as coolly as if I were a rock
star's

daughter. He hardly glanced at the fake ID I was so proud of. (That
experience was one of the first times I realized that young females

sometimes have power)

"So fuck this opening band", I thought. 

Sitting there on my first barstool sucking down the first of many
drinks I would in my life drink, I felt more drunk on power than I did
on

that pitiful whiskey sour. I felt like I was getting away with
something until I caught the bartender trying to casually look down
the front

of my blouse. It was at this moment that I first realized that women
have power... like, serious power.

While I was proccessing this new concept a Scruffy Punk Mohawk Dude
slid onto the barstool next to me and hollered for a beer. He looked
to

me like every guy my parents had ever warned me about. I was
immediately captivated and high on being female. I turned toward him.

"Hi", I said, attempting to be casual.

He studied me. 

"So, hey, dude... you wanna go make out?"

I blushed and to my horror I began to stutter. Very uncool.

"E-e-eh.... S-s-sorry... G-g-gotta meet my f-f-friend."

I fled. Holed up in the ladies room for a good 15 minutes. The friend
I had come with talked me down. She reassured and poked gentle fun at

me until I was able to laugh at myself. I decided that I couldn't take
myself too seriously and that I owed the fellow an apology. Went out

to apologize. Slid onto the barstool next to Scruffy Punk Mohawk Dude
and took a deep breath.

"Hey, man, I just wanted to say I'm sorry..."

"It's O.K.," he said. "But I can't really talk now. Gotta go play."

He looked at me really kindly and smiled.

And that was my experience with Dave Blood, RIP.

-JK-


Oh and P.S.... The Dead Milkmen freeking rawked that night. I've seen
them live 3 times and they never failed to put on an awesome show.