Your Monday Photo Blog / Plus, Tonight's Hipster Pick / Also, The LJ-World Article of the Day!

Before the place was overrun by kickballers, a band of Arkansans called Cletus Got Shot graced the stage for the early show last night, leading local hippies on a rousing sing-a-long which featured this chorus:

"Come on everybody, let's fire upon the post office,
Come on everybody, let's burn down the school."

Chip: "See, when you've got liberals singing a tune like this, it's funny and everyone enjoys it. But if you had a conservative bluegrass band up there singing about firing upon the abortion clinic, no one would find it amusing. This is partly because we all know that liberals lack the courage of their convictions but mostly because we know bands like this are too stoned to gain access to high-grade explosives."

Richard: "Chip, please, it's too hot outside to expect people to parse this sort of satire. Let's just enjoy some pictures from the show. Click to enlarge."




In this picture we see a guy smoking a pipe. Surely you'll agree that it doesn't come off as an affectation. In fact, he looks like he was born to smoke it.










Isn't it hipster-rule #6 that you never wear a T-shirt with a venue's name on it when you're actually at that venue! (but it's okay, in this case, because he works there).











Most people think that hipsters are uninterested in anything besides the release date of the next important album, but someone found time to draw some nice pictures of chickens and baby chickens on one of the tables.









Some consider the Replay a bit of a dive, but don't you feel that these three new hanging plants in front of the stage really tie the room together?**

*Lebowski reference
*Photo taken by a stoned companion who was aiming at the ladies but somehow managed to capture the true flavor of the venue.







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If you can't wait till mid-July, when the Transmittens return, for a dose of adorable electro-pop, you'll certainly want to consider Bachelorette's show at the Jackpot tonight. Their bleeps and blips are coming to you all the way from New Zealand, so surely your lazy ass can make it downtown.

Let's see what Pitchfork thinks of the band:

"Retro-futurism's a durable and persistent pop culture trope, currently burning up the design world on every front from mid-century modern-inspired furniture to steampunk fashion. But unmoored from original context and free-floating in the past's imaginary future, it's style, not substance."

Cl.thier: "This is a music review, not a dissertation, you pretentious twits!"

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The LJ-World knows that its readership often needs a break from hard-hitting stories about skinny-dipping arrests, so today brings a front page profile of the downtown hot dog stand. The story (titled "Hot dog vendor enhances downtown flavor") is as coated in nostalgia as a good hot dog is with mustard and relish, and if it doesn't make you want to head downtown and mingle with the citizenry, you probably don't truly love Larryville. Here are a few choice quotes:

"The man known as Toad, the unofficial gopher of downtown, played a game of who could bark the longest with a dog in a locked car."

"On this day — no matter what the headlines said in the newspaper — the big story downtown was that Craig Nowatzke got a haircut."

"Then there was the day that a good part of the afternoon was spent talking about the guy who was walking up and down Massachusetts in a skin-tight, full-body rainbow suit, topped off with a hat with a plume."

Chip: "I wonder if both Toad and that skin-tight rainbow guy is Dennis?"