This weekend I bused south to Portland, Oregon to help Bryan table at the Portland Zine Symposium. He, I, and Rachel took turns browsing, explaining what a Babel/salvage is and trying to not spend all our money on art and zines. Though not trying that hard. I've got a nice little shelf's worth of art, politics, comics, and poetry zines I'll be working my way through over the next few weeks.
One of the recurring things you hear as a tabler is as follows:
"Oh wow, this is really cool. I mean, really cool. I don't have any money on me, though, will you be here tomorrow?"
Still, B/S was able to spread the good word through a few trades, card hand-offs, and even a purchase here and there.
I also featured at the Portland Poetry Slam at Backspace Coffee right in down/old town Portland. It's a great reading, energetic room, and the all-ages factor gives an urgency and life to the proceedings that helps the time pass quickly. That said, I felt a bit ambivalent about my own performance; I feel I've definitely done better readings for matching the mood/emotions of the crowd and connecting with folks.
Set: filthy jerry gets paid/ sharis parking lot/ little fear of drowning/ GRIFOLS-Biomat parking lot/ northward/ charity pledge drive/ foxes of bainbridge/ story problem.
Part of the issue, I think lies with the fact that both 'gets paid' and 'sharis' actually read a bit better in my head than they do on stage. About halfway through either of them I've already collected half a page of self notes on how to tighten them/perform them better. Leads to an editing-on-the-fly sitch that probably would have been better not to, you know, start with.
LEARNING!
Still, the crowd was generous, talked to some folks afterwards, saw old friends, and caught a bus with Rachel back to NEPO, where the bar was closed but the pizza place was open. The time not at PZS or the Slam is documented below:
One thing I find interesting when I'm in Portland is the constant overhearing of Cliche Conversations about Portland.
"Yeah, like, coming from L.A. I expected it to be way smaller, actually. But it's pretty big. . . but not that big. Like, it's a town that pretends to be a city."
Yeah, take a swig every time you hear one of those and you'll be drunk in ten minutes. But PDX actually strikes me as the opposite: it's a Big City (in general, american terms) that pretends to be a town, not the other way around. The gardens, the farmers markets, the single family homes and general lack of tall buildings outside of Downtown and the Rose Quarter give it a towny feel. But the infrastructure, the neighborhood-focused walkability, the mass transit, these are all city ammenities, but dressed down. How long that dressing down remains, who's to see. But Portland feels like a town, works like a city.
Seattle, on the other hand, has many ways in which it's a (huge) town still growing into it's practical cityhood; we're behind on transit and infrastructure, which is one of greatest indicators (in my mind) of urban living. That said, there's more of an outward-looking mindset in Seattle, where as Portland seems to be more localized, to both its benefit and detriment.
I write this on a bus, and have just entered Centralia.
Showing posts with label setlists. Show all posts
Showing posts with label setlists. Show all posts
Monday, 12 August 2013
Wednesday, 19 June 2013
Slam Recap
For well on eight years, I've been a sort of tangential member of Seattle's Poetry Slam community; slamming occasionally, meeting people in other spoken word contexts-- Poetry Night, Breadline, Cheap Wine and Poetry-- hanging out as my friends -- Ryler, Lohafer, Lashley-- feature at the Slam and so on. Reading at the open mic. Never being a weekly, but feeling a bit odd if I went too long without popping my head in. Consistently, every few years, having this idea that this would be the year I really polish up my set and start competing. Make a name.
Well, that hasn't happened; the urge never takes hold strong enough, and the longer it goes the less I write competitive poetry; I haven't ever truly written "slam" poetry, but I used to more regularly write performative pieces that could, theoretically compete. These days, while I believe myself to be a better performer than I used to be-- more controlled, more range-- I write less and less to performance, more and more to page or internal rhythms.
So it was not without some trepidation that I featured at the Seattle Poetry Slam last night; for me it felt both like a long time coming and a bit out of left field (despite the fact that yes, I had brooched the subject with them.) I did the following setlist: foxes of bainbridge/seeker friendly/story problem/rite aid/charity pledge drive/ambition is critical/love and breakfast/rules for riding the king county metro.
I felt good; got some good feedback. The crowd was small, but a few good friends-- Kris Hall, Bryan E, Chelsea Rose, Karen K, Adam showed up and that helped it feel like a party. As did the shots of fireball afterward. I need to cut that from my diet, or just stock up on ibruprofen and red beers.
Ambition still feels like home when performing it, and King County Metro remains an effective set ender. All in all I was stoked to read.
Yeah, no big revelations there. But trying to blog again.
Well, that hasn't happened; the urge never takes hold strong enough, and the longer it goes the less I write competitive poetry; I haven't ever truly written "slam" poetry, but I used to more regularly write performative pieces that could, theoretically compete. These days, while I believe myself to be a better performer than I used to be-- more controlled, more range-- I write less and less to performance, more and more to page or internal rhythms.
So it was not without some trepidation that I featured at the Seattle Poetry Slam last night; for me it felt both like a long time coming and a bit out of left field (despite the fact that yes, I had brooched the subject with them.) I did the following setlist: foxes of bainbridge/seeker friendly/story problem/rite aid/charity pledge drive/ambition is critical/love and breakfast/rules for riding the king county metro.
I felt good; got some good feedback. The crowd was small, but a few good friends-- Kris Hall, Bryan E, Chelsea Rose, Karen K, Adam showed up and that helped it feel like a party. As did the shots of fireball afterward. I need to cut that from my diet, or just stock up on ibruprofen and red beers.
Ambition still feels like home when performing it, and King County Metro remains an effective set ender. All in all I was stoked to read.
Yeah, no big revelations there. But trying to blog again.
Friday, 24 August 2012
3 versions of nerdery
1) The last few months have been a lot of gigs I've had my hand in making happen, behind the scenes, stuff like that. From the fairly large-scale greenwood litcrawl to the more frequent, but much cozier claustrophobia series, there's been a lot of collaborative planning. as such-- and because I'm currently wrangling the last bits of knowledge from filthy jerry and all things before trying to put myself out there much-- I've almost felt I'd fallen out off practice at just showing up, throwing down and leaving.
Fortunately, August has had a couple readings I've felt pretty solid about. Yes, this is the part where I post setlists and "reflect." If hearing what pieces I read, where and with whom, isn't your bag, there's a part 2 and 3 to this post that you can skip to.
August 3rd, I co-featured with Dave Wheeler and Kate Farrell in the aforementioned Kate's backyard in the Central District. We read in a round, around a fire until it got dark. The general "it" and the fire.
My set: Unacceptable but Inevitable*/Isolation Therapy/All Things Return to the Dusty Liquor Shelf
Ambition is Critical/Little Fear of Drowning/Missing Every Day
Civic Duty/Several Snapshots*/Genus, Species and Flavour
Rugby '08
This was the first time I'd ever read while seated and it felt natural and right. I think that speaks to the success of the casual/artsy vibe, a vibe that too often falters under its own expectations.
A couple nights ago I opened for Scumeating at The Josephine, a DIY spot in Ballard, next to a bad irish bar and down the street from the Tin Hat, which it is good I don't leave nearby, because I would be there with unhealthy frequency. I did two sets, on either side of Scumeating's performance, ended on my knees, shouting a half-adlibbed ending to Filthy Jerry Gets Paid. If there were video, it probably wouldn't be as awesome as I wished.
Set: Filthy Jerry Sleeps with the Fishes/2012/Tall Drink of Water/Genus, Species and Flavour
Filthy Jerry Gets Paid
Sometimes I wonder why I do readings at venues that are at best, ambivalent toward spoketryword, but some good friends came out and I also am getting back into finding that sort of ambivalence energizing and facepunchy, instead of shoulder-slumpy.
2) The new Aesop Rock album:
It's good. Feels more isolated than his last record, as he's the only rapper and while there are hooks, there are fewer Singles than the last record had (which was still like, three? four, if you're generous?)
3)
All the jokes I want to make, leaving
a new Comic Book movie
with my Dad
are a bit to arch for him,
a bit too newb
for a true believer.
The in-car cd player
stays silent.
The cranes over downtown spark in sunset.
There is no media I can use to improve my standing.
Fortunately, August has had a couple readings I've felt pretty solid about. Yes, this is the part where I post setlists and "reflect." If hearing what pieces I read, where and with whom, isn't your bag, there's a part 2 and 3 to this post that you can skip to.
August 3rd, I co-featured with Dave Wheeler and Kate Farrell in the aforementioned Kate's backyard in the Central District. We read in a round, around a fire until it got dark. The general "it" and the fire.
My set: Unacceptable but Inevitable*/Isolation Therapy/All Things Return to the Dusty Liquor Shelf
Ambition is Critical/Little Fear of Drowning/Missing Every Day
Civic Duty/Several Snapshots*/Genus, Species and Flavour
Rugby '08
This was the first time I'd ever read while seated and it felt natural and right. I think that speaks to the success of the casual/artsy vibe, a vibe that too often falters under its own expectations.
A couple nights ago I opened for Scumeating at The Josephine, a DIY spot in Ballard, next to a bad irish bar and down the street from the Tin Hat, which it is good I don't leave nearby, because I would be there with unhealthy frequency. I did two sets, on either side of Scumeating's performance, ended on my knees, shouting a half-adlibbed ending to Filthy Jerry Gets Paid. If there were video, it probably wouldn't be as awesome as I wished.
Set: Filthy Jerry Sleeps with the Fishes/2012/Tall Drink of Water/Genus, Species and Flavour
Filthy Jerry Gets Paid
Sometimes I wonder why I do readings at venues that are at best, ambivalent toward spoketryword, but some good friends came out and I also am getting back into finding that sort of ambivalence energizing and facepunchy, instead of shoulder-slumpy.
2) The new Aesop Rock album:
It's good. Feels more isolated than his last record, as he's the only rapper and while there are hooks, there are fewer Singles than the last record had (which was still like, three? four, if you're generous?)
3)
All the jokes I want to make, leaving
a new Comic Book movie
with my Dad
are a bit to arch for him,
a bit too newb
for a true believer.
The in-car cd player
stays silent.
The cranes over downtown spark in sunset.
There is no media I can use to improve my standing.
Sunday, 27 May 2012
Words I said to other people:
Do you miss the sound of my voice? Listen to it at Steve Barker's Ordinary Madness Podcast. We talk about Mudhoney, hip hop, small spaces, Linda's. . . lots of stuff and also some poetry.
If reading is more your thing, then read this interview by Bryan Edenfield at Babel/Salvage.
If neither of these things interest you, know that I read at the breadline and it went pretty good.
Setlist was the following: 2012
Neo Takes the Blue Pill
Paintings of Famous Satanists
(filthy jerry and)the Terrifying Truth About Love and Breakfasts
A View From the Hill
A Little Fear of Drowning
All Things Return to the Charity Pledge Drive
The titles, they just keep getting longer.
If reading is more your thing, then read this interview by Bryan Edenfield at Babel/Salvage.
If neither of these things interest you, know that I read at the breadline and it went pretty good.
Setlist was the following: 2012
Neo Takes the Blue Pill
Paintings of Famous Satanists
(filthy jerry and)the Terrifying Truth About Love and Breakfasts
A View From the Hill
A Little Fear of Drowning
All Things Return to the Charity Pledge Drive
The titles, they just keep getting longer.
Friday, 4 May 2012
RIYL: Gigs upcoming/recently past, wishing for windows
I wish that the North Seattle Community College library had its computers right by the windows, like the lab at Swansea U. Because on a day like today when the rain is a little too sog-making for even an avowed sun-indifferent like myself, the best thing ever is to stare out the window with some coffee, while making minor progresses on various projects.
The guy at the computer next to me is watching a preview on youtube for "terminator 5." While I'm not going to get too hung up on the artistic integrity of the work of any actors who went on to be politicians, I'd really rather the series just left in at the end of 2; with the metal hand sinking into moltenness.
This month I've got two really exciting gigs: first up, on Sunday, I'm "sharing" at Weird and Awesome with Emmett Mongomery. The show, which I think I've mentioned here before, is one of my faves in Seattle. This'll also be the first time I have a gig where I'm basically just supposed to talk. Not do poetry, host something, perform the improv, or give a class presentation. I am excited and curious to see what my brain makes me do.
Music break:
More or less what I've been listening to while waiting for the new Future of the Left record.
The following gig, in a few weeks, is a spoken word thing. I've probably also mentioned The Breadline here, or in other places, before. Stoked to be featuring. Working on some new shit, some new reading formats for old shit, all these things.
I guess I should, for continuity's sake mention two previous gigs and their setlists: one at Laura Wachs' Hear/Art Series, where I read: 2012/Knuckledragger/Ways You've Addressed the Fact of being Homeschooled/Little Red Corvette/Rugby '08/National Dreams/A Little Fear of Drowning/Story Problem.
I believe I've covered the subsequent gig in Everett. If not, may the demons of pedantry re-claw their way into my blogging habits. A few weeks ago I went to Spokane, featured at Broken Mic, decided I really like Spokane (at least the downtown) and read the following: Zombies and Paint Thinner/Read It Like a Goodbye Note/Secrets of the Hi Score Champions/Genus, Species and Flavour/Ambition is Critical/Hearing Foster the People in Rainier Beach/Little Fear of Drowning/Story Problem.
Okay. Now when I lose my reading copies, I can scour my own blog to confirm that yes, a piece I wrote six years ago still often functions as a closer.
Thursday, 13 October 2011
Revolutions are real things,
but are poems about "revolution" about the real thing?
this afternoon, at the North Seattle Community College Espresso Lounge, myself, Lindsey Walker and John Newman read as part of the school's Year of Learning program; the theme for the year is, yup, "revolution."
So vague, but so specific; many of the students at North are international students, some are here directly due to displacement brought on by real, violent, terrifying revolutions. So, given my limited scope of experience with these things, I wasn't sure what to read; I support proactive and sometimes risky measures for change (my next post will probably be about Occupy______) but I am not an anarcho-socialist, by any strict measure, and my own experiences with violence involve seeing a few barfights and hitting someone over the head with a broom when I was 14. That said, the definition of "revolution" was intentionally left squishy-- Lindsey read about science, medicine, the pharoahs. John read about the Civil War, 1963 (in a piece about the '60s that didn't make me want to puke) and finding anonymous notes in library books. I read about Wales. More specifically: Culture Vs. Cause (or Enough with the Marley Already if Folks are Actually Dying)/ Neo Takes the Blue Pill/ Dongtan-Hwaesong-Suwon-Seoul/ Swansea-Cardiff Blues (bellingham edition)/ Ambition is Critcial (Swansea Edition)/ Quake Theories
First piece is perhaps anextraneously mean-spirited jab at collegiate hippie types (and bob fucking marley posters) which I wrote about six years ago, just after graduating the first time. The last poem is new, about earthquakes and what happens to Seattle. Things were well set-up and there were actually a lot of people there. (noon on a thursday? who knew.)Cousin Justin hit up the reading after a too-brief hangout beforehand, where we test-drove Ford Focuses and hey! Free coffee.
Tuesday night I had my first taste of facilitating at SPLAB Living Room a task I felt underprepared for. It's a hard working and dedicated group of writers that shows up, founded by Paul Nelson and running for over 10 years. (this is it's second in Columbia City, prior it was in Auburn.) Unforseen and unfortunate circumstances-- I don't feel like blogging grief right now-- prevented much prepwork, but things went well anyway. See above about the dedicated and talented writers.
Anyway. Lots of family is out, I'm working a lot and soon will start putting together a new book/chapbook/manuscript. Longwinded, I know.
this afternoon, at the North Seattle Community College Espresso Lounge, myself, Lindsey Walker and John Newman read as part of the school's Year of Learning program; the theme for the year is, yup, "revolution."
So vague, but so specific; many of the students at North are international students, some are here directly due to displacement brought on by real, violent, terrifying revolutions. So, given my limited scope of experience with these things, I wasn't sure what to read; I support proactive and sometimes risky measures for change (my next post will probably be about Occupy______) but I am not an anarcho-socialist, by any strict measure, and my own experiences with violence involve seeing a few barfights and hitting someone over the head with a broom when I was 14. That said, the definition of "revolution" was intentionally left squishy-- Lindsey read about science, medicine, the pharoahs. John read about the Civil War, 1963 (in a piece about the '60s that didn't make me want to puke) and finding anonymous notes in library books. I read about Wales. More specifically: Culture Vs. Cause (or Enough with the Marley Already if Folks are Actually Dying)/ Neo Takes the Blue Pill/ Dongtan-Hwaesong-Suwon-Seoul/ Swansea-Cardiff Blues (bellingham edition)/ Ambition is Critcial (Swansea Edition)/ Quake Theories
First piece is perhaps an
Tuesday night I had my first taste of facilitating at SPLAB Living Room a task I felt underprepared for. It's a hard working and dedicated group of writers that shows up, founded by Paul Nelson and running for over 10 years. (this is it's second in Columbia City, prior it was in Auburn.) Unforseen and unfortunate circumstances-- I don't feel like blogging grief right now-- prevented much prepwork, but things went well anyway. See above about the dedicated and talented writers.
Anyway. Lots of family is out, I'm working a lot and soon will start putting together a new book/chapbook/manuscript. Longwinded, I know.
Saturday, 27 August 2011
Let me tell you how to sequence your next record:
Set 1: Rules For Riding the King County Metro/Little Fear of Drowning/Neo Takes the Blue Pill
Set 2: You in Your Heyday/Like Taking Communion/Story Problem
^Show last night with Cristina Bautista & Gold Parts and Police Teeth. I started ordering whisky drinks thinking they were comped/drink ticketed and then received three tickets good for PBR. It was very hot in the rendezvous. I had lots of good advice for other people about how to run their businesses, bands, marriage.
Set 2: You in Your Heyday/Like Taking Communion/Story Problem
^Show last night with Cristina Bautista & Gold Parts and Police Teeth. I started ordering whisky drinks thinking they were comped/drink ticketed and then received three tickets good for PBR. It was very hot in the rendezvous. I had lots of good advice for other people about how to run their businesses, bands, marriage.
Monday, 21 March 2011
Cheap Wine and Poetry
Went well. Seattle poet/promoter Greg Bem recorded it and you can listen to it on the internet.
I performed first, opening for Sierra Nelson, Rebecca Hoogs and Emmet Montgomery. I genuinely enjoyed everyone who read-- Emmet did a sort of genre-blurring comedy/autobio/poetry set (you could say he "gave a talk"), Rebecca read some smart, occasionally sexy "page" poetry (don't like those distinctions) and Sierra was clever but-not-smug and adorably quirky (sounds waaaay more condescending than I mean it to, but oh well.)
I apparently also now feel entitled to refer to all these folks by their first names.
Set List
Zombies and Paint Thinner
Little Fear of Drowning
Flicking Ash
Saying Mean Things About Strangers
Genus, Species and Flavour
Ambition is Critical
Rules for Riding the King County Metro
Likely the biggest reading I've done in Seattle so far. Great night.
I performed first, opening for Sierra Nelson, Rebecca Hoogs and Emmet Montgomery. I genuinely enjoyed everyone who read-- Emmet did a sort of genre-blurring comedy/autobio/poetry set (you could say he "gave a talk"), Rebecca read some smart, occasionally sexy "page" poetry (don't like those distinctions) and Sierra was clever but-not-smug and adorably quirky (sounds waaaay more condescending than I mean it to, but oh well.)
I apparently also now feel entitled to refer to all these folks by their first names.
Set List
Zombies and Paint Thinner
Little Fear of Drowning
Flicking Ash
Saying Mean Things About Strangers
Genus, Species and Flavour
Ambition is Critical
Rules for Riding the King County Metro
Likely the biggest reading I've done in Seattle so far. Great night.
Sunday, 27 February 2011
The Month of February.
This ends here, tommorrow.
The past: Feb '11 may be a banner month for readings. End of January, at the slam, Sara Brickman comes up to me and says "Hey, wanna do a reading for First Friday at Theo Chocolates? It's part of a benefit for Northwest Network, which provides support for LGBT survivors of abuse. The theme is loosely on love and nonviolence.
Do you uh, have any poems like that?"
Set
Lightbulbs (for Mom)
Not Like a Gas Stove at All
Best of All Possible Outcomes
Story Problem
I read with Sara herself and Mary Lambert.
In a chocolate factory. With free samples. I wasn't sure how thematically connected I was, but it went well. Afterwards Roy and I went to see William Elliott Whitmore at El Corazon.
The next reading was Feb 7th, with Shane, at Poetrynight. We did the whole Ourobouros book, minimal banter, applause til the end. It went over well, but the evening was dampered by the news of Ken Warfel's passing.
On February 11th, Marty Stegner and I launched what will likely (possibly) be a Series entitled the Muxbo Symposium. There were banjos and slides of crying children and home-brewed beer (Pale Poet Pale Ale) and fake mustaches and I did a set alongside a prose piece by Steve Barker and poetry sets by Zac Fulton, Jay Steingold and Anna Wolff. Everyone had hella fun.
Set
Songs About Fucking Steve Albini
A Brief Thanks for the Diners that Understand
Paintings of Famous Satanists
Little Fear of Drowning
Actually, it was the Worst of Times
Neo Takes the Blue Pill
My titles are ridiculous. I know. It's part of the fun. Two of those were never-been-read-new. I wore a fake mustache the whole time. I will probalby not do that again.
Most recently, on Thursday the 24th, David K Wheeler released his book of poems Contingency Plans. I recruited Terra Leigh Bell, who finished up a chapbook (about damn time) just in time and we got a pretty good crew into Elliott Bay Books' basement. Dave's friends made pie. Our sets seemed to compliment eachother (you know, similar themes but not THE SAME, similar styles but not THE SAME, etc) and Heather and Sean (cousins) made it and Josh made it down from Lynnwood which I was surprised by. I read the following*:
Sea Lions
Cavities
Ways You've Addressed Being Homeschooled
Swansea-Cardiff Blues
Explorer
Pink Laces and Kierkegaard
Best of All Possible Outcomes
The home-schooling poem went over best, surprising, given it's specialized subject matter and the fact it was it's first outing. Afterwards the bunch of us headed to Oddfellows where Josie Beck (formerly Hammond) bonded with Brittany over St Louisness and Josh made fun of them both.
*I don't post this stuff just to be myopic; it's something I actually geek out about with regards to my friends' sets, or bands I like. "Hey, what are you gonna play tonight?" "I dunno, I still need to throw a set together."
like that.
The past: Feb '11 may be a banner month for readings. End of January, at the slam, Sara Brickman comes up to me and says "Hey, wanna do a reading for First Friday at Theo Chocolates? It's part of a benefit for Northwest Network, which provides support for LGBT survivors of abuse. The theme is loosely on love and nonviolence.
Do you uh, have any poems like that?"
Set
Lightbulbs (for Mom)
Not Like a Gas Stove at All
Best of All Possible Outcomes
Story Problem
I read with Sara herself and Mary Lambert.
In a chocolate factory. With free samples. I wasn't sure how thematically connected I was, but it went well. Afterwards Roy and I went to see William Elliott Whitmore at El Corazon.
The next reading was Feb 7th, with Shane, at Poetrynight. We did the whole Ourobouros book, minimal banter, applause til the end. It went over well, but the evening was dampered by the news of Ken Warfel's passing.
On February 11th, Marty Stegner and I launched what will likely (possibly) be a Series entitled the Muxbo Symposium. There were banjos and slides of crying children and home-brewed beer (Pale Poet Pale Ale) and fake mustaches and I did a set alongside a prose piece by Steve Barker and poetry sets by Zac Fulton, Jay Steingold and Anna Wolff. Everyone had hella fun.
Set
Songs About Fucking Steve Albini
A Brief Thanks for the Diners that Understand
Paintings of Famous Satanists
Little Fear of Drowning
Actually, it was the Worst of Times
Neo Takes the Blue Pill
My titles are ridiculous. I know. It's part of the fun. Two of those were never-been-read-new. I wore a fake mustache the whole time. I will probalby not do that again.
Most recently, on Thursday the 24th, David K Wheeler released his book of poems Contingency Plans. I recruited Terra Leigh Bell, who finished up a chapbook (about damn time) just in time and we got a pretty good crew into Elliott Bay Books' basement. Dave's friends made pie. Our sets seemed to compliment eachother (you know, similar themes but not THE SAME, similar styles but not THE SAME, etc) and Heather and Sean (cousins) made it and Josh made it down from Lynnwood which I was surprised by. I read the following*:
Sea Lions
Cavities
Ways You've Addressed Being Homeschooled
Swansea-Cardiff Blues
Explorer
Pink Laces and Kierkegaard
Best of All Possible Outcomes
The home-schooling poem went over best, surprising, given it's specialized subject matter and the fact it was it's first outing. Afterwards the bunch of us headed to Oddfellows where Josie Beck (formerly Hammond) bonded with Brittany over St Louisness and Josh made fun of them both.
*I don't post this stuff just to be myopic; it's something I actually geek out about with regards to my friends' sets, or bands I like. "Hey, what are you gonna play tonight?" "I dunno, I still need to throw a set together."
like that.
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