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SPOKANE
Jan 17 2009 6:00P
Caterina Winery - Homeless Shelter
Feb 2 2009 6:00P
The Empyrean w/ Vinyl Williams
May 19 2009 6:00P
The Cretin Hop w/ Baby Birds Dont Drink Milk
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A poet I am, and a tale I have. Behold, The City We Live In: Listless and rolling day to day fair but thick with grit and grime. So enters our four suitors one from each corner of the Earth.
In the North was a dark force: Bitter and icy like the Autumn winds that tear life itself from the mountains to the sea. The people of the Northland were split and torn asunder by the religious and political upheaval that swept across them like the hammer of Thor. Among them though was a young and handsome warrior who believed that happiness could be found in simplicity. So he lived simply, charming, plowing and sowing his own fields and made simple offerings to his gods with hope they would do the same for him. His name was Ian Lindsey and found his way to The City We Live In after the bitterness had spoiled the very soil of his home and he was no longer able to survive the harsh winters of the North.
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From the south a wayfaring boy by the name of Bradley Bird who like his animal counterpart and namesake would flitter from place to place tangling his heart strings with tethering lines between he, the people and the places he had been. After a few years of flitting and fluttering here and there .the bird found that he himself was tangled and bound to too many things and must cut himself free and find a new life far from the South and the strings. Carefully chosen words he used like a trusted knife to cut the strings free as gently as he could. As of course he alone could know the pain of each snapping away like broken tendons. He marked his map for The City We Live In.
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From the East came Cassie Kirkeby. A young lady with the story that mimics the dreams of children. Raised on a diet of discipline and strict education by empty-hearted draconians. She daydreampt of traveling circuses and little girls who did as they pleased. En route to school one foggy morning she thought her eyes were playing tricks when she saw a poster for a carnival. Thought nothing of it and went on until she came across another. No way must her eyes be fooling her twice with the same hallucination! So she stopped and read the poster. See the live pterodactyl! I am Harry Haller and this must be my theater! She cried, as she weighed out the decision to not go to school and follow the posters to the address posted. In the city square was parked the carnival carts with their canvas flaps and traveling brutes. Finding the cage that contained the majestic pterodactyl she spoke to it softly so as not to startle the beast and she slipped between the bars and tucked herself under one leathery wing. The carnival was packing up; Next stop: The City We Live In.
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Finally, From the West a minstrel who lived like the poets with the same dream of losing himself in his art. Although no matter the season life for an artist is always a life of serving someone else. Dustin The Caroler was his name and he did just that. He amused courts high and low with mindless carols and driveling ditties. Gossip and words traveled between the courts of kings and landowners rather quickly in the west and so did they to those who traveled between them. Thus our minstrel heard word of The City We Live In, and saved his meager earnings to find manifested his dreams as well.
Hark! Readers be forewarned, the four forces from the four corners of Earth are dwelling among you and I right here in The City We Live In!
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