2006

My night unofficially ended at 2:40 am, when I stood outside my Bleecker Street apartment wondering if the spins would ever stop. At that moment, an Eastern European man in his late 20s approached me and said, “Excuse me, sir. You have toilet?” He held out two dollars, his face looked pained and he was definitely not in costume or character. “No. Dude, just no,” I managed to blurt out, and I headed upstairs to crash harder than Billy Joel. Ho, snap, girlfriend, a Billy Joel joke! I’m so fresh. What’s next, something about Paris Hilton?

My night officially began before 8 pm, when I stood bare-chested inside my Bleecker Street apartment wondering how drunk I could possibly get on a weeknight and still wake up in time for work. Kenny Alias was the first to arrive, “fresh from Deer Creek.” He had just wandered the West Village streets whispering “doses” and looking for a sixer of “phatty Sammy Smiths,” making his way up to my place early to tell me what a disaster the current crop of Tweezers have been. “Things were way better before the hiatus,” he lamented, never breaking his jaded vet character once.

The party had yet to start in earnest, but guests began to trickle in. “Hey, you wanna hit a bowl before more people get here?” I offered Kenny.

Without missing a beat, Kenny responded, “Nah, I’ve gotta work on an insane Motion for Reconsideration tomorrow.” You can take the wook out of the federal judge clerkship, but you can’t take the federal judge clerkship out of the wook.

We don’t have any poisoned Three Musketeers or Syphilis-infested Twix bars, but we are doling out a heaping handful of old Halloween shows today. Enjoy the free streams, and remember

It’s Tuesday, time for another exciting edition of Pullin’ ‘Tubes. Now if you would please, let’s all turn to the music section of your hymnals, and let’s begin on three

Our man on the inside of Sunday night’s much-discussed, oft-Googled Rolling Stones concert bartered Injun-style with a member of Scorsese’s thugs for this copy of an annotated setlist. Interestingly enough, Brown Sugar is listed on this dually notarized document, but the band omitted it from the actual performance. Racism? I sure as shit wouldn’t rule it out.

Anyway, Hal Hansen’s a Friend of the Program here, and he so graciously offered to submit us a full review of the evening’s festivities. What follows is probably the most comprehensive review of anything ever, but it’ll also serve as the best eyewitness recap from the perspective of That Random Guy Just Like You that you’ll find anywhere on the information superhighway. So read on after the jump, or else Hal will surely cut you…job well done, sir.

Umphrey’s McGee played the first night of a two-show quasi-homestand at Chicago’s Aragon Ballroom on December 30th, 2005, and that evening Brett Saul captured a great picture from the stage that has made it all around the world wide web.

Judging from the front rail alone, you can probably guess that this particular UM concert was an all ages show. We know, that’s not new, you’ve seen this photo before. But there’s plenty more to the story…

Our friend and unofficial photographer/videographer Hal Hansen went down to the Beacon Theater last night for the first of two Scorsese-filmed Rolling Stones shows, and he’ll weigh in with an